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Screaming out loud

HonestInk,

So following on from my previous post; labour’s little minter of of an idea for this week is to scrap the two child benefit cap. I sit here quietly for a moment with my hand over my mouth as I rage inwardly and think how to word the scream inside my head: who benefits from this?

No one is forced to have a child in the UK. We have free contraception, free terminations if needed, sexual abuse helplines, police rape suites and a Christian faith that doesn’t support the stoning of women should they be raped. So again who would this help? The couple struggling to pay their mortgage as well as child care? Going out to work and contributing to the economy. They would love the nuclear family but they can’t afford it? No it won’t help them. Of course it won’t.

What we can do though is pay the most incompetent to have more children so that the ones that don’t work can teach their children the same values. In my town fat dollops of lard in leggings with hair pulled into tightest, most unattractive top knot on their heads push the buggy around poundland with the father in his best joggers lagging behind. He’s five foot three and weighs as much as her right buttock. They have the intelligence between them of an elastoplast until someone mentions the new benefit for providing more children. They will come alive then.

The Pakistani men here can top up their cash only wages whilst their poor wives produce enough offspring to make sure there are enough precious male cockroaches to scurry to prayer on a Friday afternoon.

These are the labour voters.

Having a child is precious. It costs time and yes money and it changes your life. You try to teach them everything you know that will help keep them safe and successful. It’s your life too from now on.

It’s not a god given right to birth children like a wild rabbit. To squeeze them all together in small spaces. In council flats and little houses where all you know is all you know in your little narrow minded roll ups, weed and iceland shopping shit utopias. To expect the government to pay for men’s salacious behaviour or women’s laziness. To encourage the breeding of stupid people. To encourage the breeding of first cousins and even more stupid people. To fill the country with retards, weirdos and lazy arses and call them something else in the name of mental health.

Do it starmer and see where it gets you. You absolute piece of hypocritical shit.

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