Wednesday, 2 September 2015

shirty corby's minging manifesto: unexpurgated version



"what we most urgently need in this country is a fairer society, in fact it must be completely recalibrated in order to ensure that privilege and elitism are wiped-out forever...

and the most simple, effective way in which we can achieve this noble aim...is obviously to eradicate all government and public-sector corruption, at its root, here in the seat of power, and where-so-ever it flourishes on these criminality-ridden islands, in the offices of local, regional and national power...

but you know...i'm getting a bit long-in-the-tooth for all this revolution lark...and tearing down the current, decadent establishment of barbaric, self-interested exploitation - of which, as a prehistoric parliamentary fossil, i am a fully paid-off member - and then entirely reconstructing it, such that everyone, regardless of colour, creed or social class can happily co-exist on level terms, sounds to me like rather a big job, and, at the end-of-the-day, a bloody great shit-load of hard work...

so what i actually propose to do is ermmm...let all those stinky-rich buggers buy me off with a few extra pennies-in-the-pound on income-tax, as a soft form of liberal punishment, you see...and then let them carry on harvesting the system, and the hard labour of the general population, much in the middle-class manner to which they have always been accustomed...

after that, i'm going to drop 'round to my mate eddie's, the dodgiest fucking printer in the whole of london, now trading as smudgitup's, and we're gonna run off a couple of trillion quid's worth of brand-new tenners...ok, so we'll probably start to trip-out just looking at the psychedelic double-fuzzy reverb-effect on jane austen's ghost-image mug-shot...but hey, look on the bright side, we could put the drug-gangs permanently out of business, and even encourage people to save their bank-notes for a rainy day...

then we're gonna add this pile of people's quantitative easing to the extra cash from tax-receipts and stash the lot in my bedroom, basically someplace where the missus can't get her sweaty little mexican mitts on it - because there's no way i can risk her buying up futures on the commodity exchange, we're knee-deep in bloody coffee-beans already...

of course, i do not intend to keep all this dosh for myself, oh nono, i sincerely plan to redistribute the funds, señora corbyn permitting, straight to my gangster friends in local government, who, after pocketing half the proceeds in personal commission fees, will then redistribute said funds to cowboy public-sector contractors in return for thousands of phantom sleeping-policemen, politically-correct traffic-lights where no fucking bugger wants them, and a diversity of other silly street-furniture-shifting sodding shite...

(oh yeah, whats good for the greedy city-banker is good for the bent town-hall grafter...)

furthermore, i trust that local council stasi-officers will also leave sufficient resources available to mount highly vicious campaigns of political intimidation and harassment against any non-socialist residents and other non-aligned, non-voting blogger-types, who will clearly be required to undergo extensive social re-education courses and be subject to continuous, 24-hour internal-external-in-the-bed-in-the-bog-style deep-'n-intimate surveillance programmes, whereby all forms of communication, whether digital, telephonic, written, oral, or physical, will be monitored and archived at all times...because yes, you guessed it, in my little red book, there are only two kinds of people in this world: those who vote for me, and those who don't - you're either a socialist or an extremist, or non communistarum, ergo barbarus as we used to say in classics lessons.  ha yes, i knew my grammar school education would come in handy one day...

(no, in reality, i hated grammar school, terrible place it woz...and as a result of my bitter experience, i am now violently and ideologically opposed to the entire grammar school education system - ruined my life it did - however, brother piers has a wacky alternative theory and reckons i just hated school coz i woz so fuckin' dense...)

anyway, getting back to the point, my motto is: why prevent the rich corruptly and criminally redistributing money to themselves via abuse of democratic power and privilege (and thus practically eliminate poverty from society), when you can always re-redistribute their vast ill-gotten booty into a titanic welfare-state of poverty-prolonging dependency, destroy the moral fabric of society from within, and hand comrades a fair opportunity to fiddle tax-payers' money back through fraudulent benefit claims...?

revolution?  can't be arsed, mate - but as a purely cosmetic communistic exercize, we're gonna rock rugby, give harrow the old heave-ho, and concrete over eton to make way for a nice, new, modern comp.

nationalization?  yes, one of the great socialist success-stories of the seventies...

...which our more youthful members of society may not perhaps fully appreciate...

...well, you see, in the case of the railways, we have a wide spectrum of service amongst the various franchise-companies - ranging from top-class to utter-shite.  now, take the worst train-line you have ever had the misfortune upon which to travel...and imagine that the company running this line has been put in charge of the entire rail-network...and you will soon get a pretty clear picture of how our rail-system will fare under the people's locomotion operative, or plop - as i intend to rename it...

...because what i know is this: young men and women are flocking from the world over to live and work in london and the uk, many of them young socialists...and what they all want, more than anything else, is not the seamless, air-conditioned service of safe, modern public-transport, but to get a genuine flavour of grim, strike-bound eighties-britain, back in its horrid, hazy hey-day...and so what better entrée could we serve these guys up than the good-old-fashioned, authentic 'british rail experience'?  hitler made the trains run-on-time - and i say making the trains run-on-time is anti-semitic, so there...

...and this in turn reminds me of my brand-new, butt-kicking campaign slogan:

"yes, we're getting there..."

...which i'd somehow forgotten.

next, i must mention the united states of america - where the white administration still regards black people as runaway slaves...

...but hey, what d'you expect from a country founded on slavery?  of course, britain wasn't founded on slavery - well, not completely anyway - it just founded the north atlantic slave-trade, and then profited from it quite-a-bloody-lot, just like these mercenary people-smugglers today, who keep the european and uk's cheap-labour-market topped-up with eager freedom-seeking immigrants - without papers and without rights - whilst leaving a cruel percentage of their desperate, starving customers to die in the back of freezing juggernauts, and in the bottom of leaky, unseaworthy rust-bucket-boats.

our uk government dropped the bombs in africa and the middle-east which triggered this tsunami of humanity, our uk government has pursued the protectionist economic policies which have impoverished the entire continent of africa, and our uk government's intelligence services have assisted with the cia's civil-war-start-up-programme in somalia, syria, libya, ukraine, and even, via corrupt political interference, in nigeria, where violent-rebellion has been cynically stirred-up by the violent, repressive, british-and-american-backed rulers of that nation, for whom a cunningly manufactured war against terror attracts huge dollar-funding from the white house administration: now we must begin to look after the war-victims which form the major part of the bush-blair-obama-cameron legacy.

inhumane british and european union immigration legislation is forcing the desperate to drown themselves in our seas - how about abolishing it in order to allow migrants and refugees, whether economic or political, to board proper, safe, sanitary ferries, just like we elitist europeans do?

oh...and maybe the mandatory construction of an asylum-seeker-new-town, on chipping norton, might concentrate our esteemed conservative friends' minds on the main matter-at-hand...?

now, naturally, i'm fairly worried about being terminated by the cia before the labour-leadership ballot-results are returned on 12th september, 2015...

...and when under threat of assassination by the cia, who better to arrange my personal security and act as minders than the cia's very best buddies themselves: marty and gerry, the bother-boys from belfast?

do i like vladimir putin?  no, he hasn't got a beard...

...oooooooh, but being a big, furry, russian bear, he does have a rather nice hairy chest...

oooh dear, tricky one...

bushy beard?  hairy chest?

bushy beard?  hairy chest?

bushy beard?  hairy chest?

cia?  kgb?

western imperialism?  eastern-bloc communism?

bushy beard?  hairy chest?

bushy beard?  hairy chest?

oh shit, i feel a splitting headache coming on...

ermmm...crikey, i've had a fucking major brain-wave...

wool...

yes, wool: the answer to all our economic problems...fairer than slavery, safer to produce than coal...yep, we can all go back to trading in wool - it's ecologically sustainable, organic, no-one gets harmed, everybody's happy, except baa-baa, when he get fleeced, of course...and guess what?  i know a few sheep up in the cotswolds who need a damn good fucking shearing...

ok, so we're gonna nationalize every farmstead in the country, set up sheep-processing communes, and make knitting a core-subject in the new school-curriculum...along with benefit studies, advanced shepherding...and pure-and-and-applied sheep-counting.

errr...so...right....what this country needs is to get back to basics - the proletariat must seize the means of production...coz the unions ain't got 'em, that's for sure; yay, for too long our natural, indigenous, british brand of socialism has been infected by conservative capitalist greed...our own dear labour party has been sorely subverted by elitist bourgeois infiltrators, who have woven such a wicked and insidious web of organized corruption that the views of the actual grass-zoot membership are currently no longer represented, or regarded, in parliament, in any recognizable manner...

...even our own so-called red ken has shamefully succumbed to temptation and been infected by evil blue-thoughts...and i ask you this: how can i associate with a man who oversaw the establishment of a public-private transport-partnership, which has, bendy-bloody-buses aside, successfully managed the running of a half-decent, and reasonably efficient, london bus-service...?

...and i herewith promise the people of britain that, upon ascending to high office, i will duly and summarily banish the refusnik formerly known as 'red' ken from the entire administrative area bounded by the m25 motorway...and exile him to the distant, deep-blue-rinsed constituency of eastbourne, where he will make atonement for his irredeemable sins against socialism by helping old tory biddies across the street for the duration of eternity.  amen.

frankly, god-only-knows with whom ken's been associating lately in the capitalist-piggy-bank sector...?

my policy on terrorism?  well, first i'm gonna make tony blair a peer and invite every international anti-state terrorist and insurgent, from the whole planet, along with each and every one of our own, six-hundred or so, duly and democratically-elected terrorists of state - plus, of course, the undemocratically-appointed, fur-trimmed lord-and-lady-terrorists of the realm - into the houses of parliament for a coffee-morning-cum-conference-thingy...

...and then, because i'm not really one for confrontation or anythink...i'm gonna leggit straight to a traditional london hostelry situated at a suitably safe distance from westminster, where i will take indefinite refuge under a pub-table and stick my fingers firmly in my ears - this course of direct action should, i am advised, cure a multitude of multi-national political evils and save on exorbitant proposed parliamentary refurbishment plans...

of course, i should, by rights, be advocating the immediate prosecution, discombobulation and permanent political excommunication of tony blair inc for crimes against humanity...

...but he's labour...he's one of us, init...?

...finally then, the part of my 7-year-growth-plan for which you have all been waiting, with anxious brows and bated breath:

t'raaah...the announcement of the wild bunch...errr-ooops, i mean my first people's shady cabinet...


foreign office:

as already indicated, i am not particularly a man for confrontation - so i will be sending georgie bawlaway, armed with his double-barrelled gob, on all overseas missions requiring a modicum of diplomacy or tact.


immigration:

as minister of this vital government service, i will be appointing great-aunty bessie's cocker spaniel, rover, to guard over the white cliffs of dover - in fact, he alone will replace the entire immigration department.  good boy.


the exchequer:

mrs corbyn will be counting the beans...either that, or i'll be losing my nuts...


home office:

although dame diana double-dollop expressed a sincere wish to be in charge of agriculture, food and fisheries, i was of the confirmed opinion that this post would not stretch her, and that our veteran restaurant-inspector should, conversely, head-up tings at the home office; moreover, i understand from extensive briefings down at the three square meals public house, stoke newington church street, that dame diana will be drafting in a small private army of highly-trained sistas from the combat collective, who apparently insist on policing both the capital, and country, for free - indeed, as an integral component of their 'babylon-off-the-beat' franchise, the afro-caribbean anti-crime-consortium concerned promise to deliver complementary riot-squad-protection for cherished national piss-ups including wimbledon, royal ascot, the proms, the boat race, henley regatta, and cricket at lords.


overseas-aid:

in light of his deeply principled stance against foreign military intervention, plus a share of the popular vote which deserves at least some limited representation in parliament, i shall be appointing mr nigel frograge as a junior secretary in the overseas-aid department, which, as luck would have it, will command the largest budget of any in whitehall; mr frograge's job will consist in giving away every last single penny available from the treasury to those funny-coloured people abroad - upon pain, that is, of severe corrective measures being summarily administered by his über-strict, disciplinarian boss, the ever watchful leanne "whiplash" wood.


environment:

fuck-off piers - no, you cannot be a weatherman, you caused global-fucking-warming, you meddling four-eyed cunt.


tax and welfare:

as i hinted earlier, the need for taxes and welfare could be wholly negated, and the respective executive departments totally dismantled, if we could only sum up the political courage to eliminate the endemic corruption from within government, which in turn breeds privilege and elitism for the wealthy, but poverty and ill-health for the static social underclass...

...but to-be-honest, i just can't be fussed...and anyhow, i need to create jobs for the boys in the unions.


defence:

last-but-not-least, to conclude the frontbench line-up, we will have nicki, shungun of shotland, tossing the icbm...

...and since, merely to conjure this frightful, chilling image should ensure that mr putin, the chinese army, the american military, and even the most diabolical, battle-toughened, and brutally-obsessed terrorist will not dare to venture within five-hundred fucking miles of our serene and idyllic isles...

...i see no further point whatever in maintaining either armed forces or a ministry of defence.


                                     *    *    *


haha...so the irish republicans, gerry and marty, have switched their support over to me - this means the cia have at last dumped brand-damaged blair and the power of the national grid will now be all mine, all mine, i say...

mine, mine, mine, mine, mine...

one doughnut to rule them all, one doughnut to find them,
one doughnut to bring them all and in the darkness bind them

aaah...my progress, my progress..."


sc


17 comments:

vlad the depilator said...

actually, comrade, i no longer have hairy bear chesty you describe...

...i lost fluffy-stuff permanently, some years back, whilst re-entering earth's atmosphere after taking vintage soyuz-rocket round bloc for what i believe you english guys call 'quick spin'...

...was for manly russian version of bbc 'top-gear' tv-programme - we call 'revolution'...

...heat-shield malfunctioned, and rest is history...including pride-and-joy chesty-fur...

...you may be interested to know i do have hairy bum, however, comrade...?

comrade corblimey said...

@vlad the depilator

oh, that'll do nicely.

ted the red-blooded british squirrel - political correspondent for the scirius vulgaris treebune said...

i've got my teeth into this story as well, spark up...

...labour mps in parliament just cannot bring themselves to admit that there has been massive, organized, and down-right criminal corruption at the most senior levels within the labour-party-machine, which has effectively blocked-off the democratic voice of the labour membership - instead, replacing democratic representation with an alien agenda of fascism determined by foreign powers...

...and don't worry, because the conservative party is gonna get its too...

you think the conservative membership is backing-to-the-hilt all these immoral foreign wars, the immigrant-bashing and benefit-claimant-baiting...?

well, you may be surprised to hear that all those traditional old church-going, women's-institute-attending conservatives are pretty pissed-off by all this rampant neo-colonial, neo-liberal, fascist exploitation too - it's not what they fought the fucking war for, and what's worse, it's all fundamentally unchristian...

...much like their conservative party leadership - in the form of duncan smith, hunt, cameron, may, hammond, gove, fallon, johnson, and osborne - whom are viewed by many grass-root conservative activists as, basically, a bunch of unchristian, self-centred, corrupt, thieving, murdering bastards.

it just won't do, duckies.

and who let all those bloody gay squirrels come over from america and chew up our beautiful british countryside...?

...that's what i wanna know, chuck?

jerry gauche-gob said...

yes...i did say i'd be singing "god-save-the-queen" in future...

...but i didn't specify which version.

johnny just-a-bit-whiffy-thesedays said...

well, yeah...jerry ask me to giv' 'im some training wiv the vocals and stuff...

...but to be 'onest, there's not a lot i can teach the guy, really...

...e's got natchuraltalunt see...

...altho' i ear the old cunt'savinterovercome a few issues controllin' the mixin'-deskorsummat.

jerry shortfuse said...

@johnny just-a-bit-whiffy-thesedays

yes man, and as-it-happens, i'm about to drop by ben zippyliner's for a general-creative-chinwag and to enjoy a cup of his finest jamaican earl-grey tea, which he kindly does me for ten-pound-a-mug...and cheap-at-the-price, i must say, compared to the wife's imported coffee...which i'm also charged for...

...ahhh, now i know what you're thinking...naughty, naughty...

...that because i spent two years in jamaica doing voluntary so-and-so-ing overseas, i therefore must be pursuing a somewhat illicit pastime with brother ben...

...but no, you see...because, actually, neither brother ben, nor i, smoke anyting at all man...so there, stuff dat in ya pipe, mr tabloid editor...

...we just partake of high-tea...which, as i mentioned, basically comprises a mug of the best jamaican earl-grey - a sort of rastarized red-green-and-gold blend - grown in the great grassy-green glades on the magical slopes of the mystic blue mountain...together with a few of brother ben's deliciously inspirational homemade cookies - secret rasta recipe, of course...

...yes, in fact, whilst teaching in kingston, i developed such a strong taste for jamaican earl-grey...that i never bothered smoking...i only imbibed...

...true story, as it goes...and i even remember my first cup, on 15th october, 1968...

...t'was a balmy tuesday night in the suburbs of kingston, when some young lady-friends of mine politely enquired whether i would care to take a cup of their traditional 'special brew'...well obviously, i couldn't refuse, and it was party-night, i suppose...so i thirstily knocked it back...

...and basically, would-ya-believe-it, but that's the last raassclart thing i can recall, until waking up the next day, in a bush, in the back-yard of the prime-minister's official residence...

...and after i'd hopped back over the fence and staggered home, my student brethren from the university informed me that there'd been some 'small trouble' the night before...'some riot and ting'...over the government banning a guyanese lecturer, name of rodney or something...in fact, to cut-a-long-story-short: the whole damn city had gone up in flames...

...but it was all a complete blank to me see...i'd had nothing to do with the awful violence and demonstrations whatsoever...honest...

...although i do somehow have a vague recollection of getting up on a stage and reading some sort of poem, or maybe making some kind of errr...speech...mmm...

...anyway, that's all a long time ago now, bygones are bygones and it's all tea under the bridge, hey...?

so let's move on...where were we now...

oh yes...the jam-session with brother zippyliner...

we're working on the lyrics for a new album called:

never mind the rollocks

(a disturbing fantasy about a hard-core hippy and his acid-tripping brother gate-crashing the henley regatta, grabbing the oars, and chucking oxbridge toffs and toffettes screaming into the river)

and also a brand new hit-single which will have a title something like:

you're so pretty, you're so pretty vaay-cunt

(which i intend to sing to prime minister cameron at the despatch box combined with a bogling-routine that brother ben's choreographing for me)

and finally:

an aunty in the uk

(i'm not quite sure what this one is going to be about - but i suspect it could evolve into a deeply ironic critique of bbc-establishment-propaganda)

jem fractious (nom de fume) said...

so here's the lyrics for the latest track...

...take it away johnny:


zhrang, zhrang, zhrang, zhrang...


there's no point in asking, i'll get no reply
oh just remember i don't decide
i got no reason it's all too much
i'll always find you out to lunch

oh you're so pretty
oh so pretty
you're vacant
oh you're so pretty
oh so pretty
a vacant

don't ask us to attend 'cos you're not all there
oh don't pretend 'cos you don't care
i don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real
so stop you're cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel

oh you're so pretty
oh so pretty
you're vacant
oh you're so pretty
oh so pretty
you're vacant ah
but now and you don't care

there's no point in asking you'll get no reply
oh just remember a don't decide
i got no reason it's all too much
i'll always find you out to lunch
you're out on lunch

oh you're so pretty
oh so pretty
you're vacant
oh you're so pretty
oh so pretty
you're vacant
oh you're so pretty
oh so pretty ah
but now and you don't care

you're pretty
a pretty vacant
you're pretty
a pretty vacant
you're pretty
a pretty vacant
you're pretty
a pretty vacant

and you don't care



zhrang, zhrang, zhrang, zhrang...

queen hi-free-cash said...

ahhh...wasn't jeremy just so cute at prime-minister's question-time last week...? reminded me of my old grammar-school headmaster, bless his poor little cotton-socks...

...funny thing tho': during the vicious cut-and-thrust between jeremy and the prime-minister, i suddenly developed the irresistible munchies for chicken and chips...

...now, were i to find myself in jeremy's position as leader of the labour party, i'd handle cameron much differently, of course...

...i'd jump straight over the despatch-box and set the lying pig-faced cunt's nuts on fire...same-way as i threatened to torch jeremy's, if he didn't get me a plum job in the shadow-cabinet...

...and so, anyway...cameron, ya...what a waste of a good public-school education...? i bet daddy would have been gutted to see how, having been so immaculately-brought-up, his beloved, high-achieving son has degenerated into a gaddafi-style ganster, who now personally orders the cowardly drone-assassination of his political rivals - simply for dissing him on facebook - and then goes on telly to brag about it...

vile...

but moving on to other matters...what about the labour-party election for london-mayoral candidate?

it should have been me - i'm the most socialist of them all, ya?

i thought that we'd entered a new ethical era where principles take precedence over presentation? i thought that, with the advent of a new fundamental socialism, i would have been the obvious choice to harness the current london-upsurge in support for pure, uncut social-ideology...but apparently not...

no, apparently the younger, smarter, prettier sadiq bloody khan is the most socialist of us all - even tho' he voted to bomb libya back into the stone-age, and therefore counts, before our great, omniscient deity, karl marx, as a crypto-fascist neo-colonial american-arse-kisser.

right then, i've had enough of this blatant electoral discrimination - i'm going to demand all-bag shortlists, in future...

...and by 'all-bag', i obviously mean that all candidates should be compelled, by law, to wear brown-paper-bags over their heads whenever appearing in public, in order to eliminate, forever, any unfair ageist, sexist, racist, or esthetic bias, which may, however subliminally and unwittingly, creep into the selection procedure - the clear advantage for each and every candidate being...

...that no-one will be able to see their lips move.

queen hi-free-cal said...

hey, and did you hear what happened in the presidential race over in the united states?

basically, trump called a fellow female republican candidate a 'dog', and the dog then piped-up to state that she'd rather fancy a war, against just about everyone in the world, starting by around tuesday-tea-time, if at all possible...

...although she'd quite appreciate it, if the american people could see their way clear to delaying global-hostilities for about a week - to give her new face-lift a chance to settle-in properly.

ms hilly clitnot said...

@queen hi-free-cal

...and what's wrong with starting off a world-war, you flakey commie bitch?

queen hi-free-cal said...

well, reason number one:

we're not going to be fighting on your side, you genocidal fucking old war-witch.

(and don't think we african-caribbeans have forgotten the five million congolese who were murdered, not-to-mention the thousands of tribeswomen raped, as a direct result of your husband's cia-controlled conflicts and coups in central africa - from which you and your friends immorally profited, by sinking their investments, along with your fangs, into the rwandan-controlled blood-mineral mines of western congo)

reason number two:

i can't face food-rationing (again) hun.

jerry cranky said...

@queen hi-free-cal

yeah, hillary clinton's appalled at trump's sexism, appalled at president barack obama being 'slurred' as a muslim - as if being a muslim was in itself a cardinal sin - but extremely comfortable with the prospect of getting us all into an apocalyptic world-war; clinton was the prime instigator and driver of wars in libya, somalia, syria, nigeria, and ukraine, yet these were only practice-runs for the 'big one' which she will inevitably unleash upon humanity under the ill-auspices of her own presidency; tragically, hillary clinton is not just a loose cannon, but a nuclear-warhead gone completely fucking haywire.

given that the united states is the most unchristian nation ever to blot the bloody globe, it's highly probable that clinton, or someone even more evil and bloodthirsty, will be elected as president.

yeah, for my part, i'm always anti-war and pro-peace-'n-love, man - unless some guileless paparazzi cunt gets in the way of my fucking push-bike, ok?

the blindfold auto-da-fé and wither it leads us said...

it's interesting to note that the more the mainstream-media demean jeremy corbyn, the more support he seems to gather - just as, during the general election, it was notable that the more the ignorant hard-left attempted to smear and harass nigel farage, the more labour lost voters to the right.

millions of people up-and-down britain now emotionally identify with frank-speaking figures such as corbyn and farage, precisely because of the common belittlement we have all suffered at the arrogant, authoritarian hands of our neo-fascistic, american-controlled establishment.

you know, i laugh when i see the hatred and bile which labour-supporters reserve for party-politicians such as farage and cameron, because, if only these same labour-supporting cunt-heads had expressed, with equal, obsessive venom, their disgust at tony blair's unrepressed barbarity whilst british prime-minister and leader of the labour-party - instead of enjoying the enriching ride of extravagant, elitist extremism on the new-labour power-wave of religiously-persecutive and racist shame - we in britain would not be in the sorry social and pathetically precarious political position in which we today find ourselves utterly disgraced, as an international pariah amongst pariahs, hated by the majority of the world's exploited, impoverished, indignant population.

maybe, we'll sort the railways out one of these days...and the schools...and the judicial system said...

maybe, all the british railway system requires is an adjustment to the commercial contracts between the franchise-holders and the government?

maybe, the problem with our railway system is too much government control, not too little?

maybe, the railway companies are not being allowed to make enough money? or perhaps being helped to make too much? (each case being individual)

maybe, network rail is charging the railway companies too high a line-rental and spoiling the business equilibrium? (in the same way as london underground workers and tube-drivers hold us, the public, to ransom, in london)

maybe, the government is meddling too much and taking the profits from one lucrative line in order to prop up lines which are more costly to run - thus undermining and disincentivizing the business-operators which run railway-lines?

maybe, railway-operators should be permitted to own the track on which they run stock? (but maybe not, because of the risk of accrued expertise being lost)

maybe the entire railway-system should be run by one private company?

all the above are valid questions given that jeremy corbyn claims rail-travel is too expensive - we just don't want to go back to the bad-old-days of an inefficient, under-invested, and dangerous rail-service, and certainly don't want to throw the baby out with the bath-water.

personally, i believe that the rail-system, like the education-system, must be run by experts and professionals in its own field.

the education-system, for sure, must be denationalized and taken out of the interfering hands of ignorant, self-serving political ideologues - or it will continue to be a disaster - under whichever any political party.

it is no less immoral, and perilous, for politicians to run the education-system than it would be for politicians to control the justice-system.

think about it.

more government control always equates to more corruption, more inefficiency, more political indoctrination, and more danger.

is corbyn radical enough to abolish compulsory state-indoctrination? said...

@maybe, we'll sort the railways out one of these days...and the schools...and the judicial system

the left-wing has rightly been complaining that mr gove and the conservatives have, for example, removed afro-caribbean, or african-american, authors from the english literature syllabus - this constitutes political interference, unless you don't happen to like reading non-euro-centric literature...

...but under corbyn could we not all be forced to read the communist koran, 'das kapital', by karl marx?

surely, schooling is a local and personal issue, which should be decided at a local and individual-family level, by non-state-employed professionals and the public whom they serve?

the united spooks of great britain said...

@jerry cranky

union leaders aren't what they used to be, are they, mr corbyn?

in the good-ole-days, they might have been supporters of militant, the campaign for nuclear disarmament, the eu, and on friendly terms with the kgb...

...but nowadays, those unions in the premier division are more likely to be led by 21st-century hard-men - with a curious penchant for nukes, senseless mass-civilian-slaughter, and defending the british establishment - who're obviously on nice little retainers from the cia, and, in private, giving serious consideration to the intrinsic merits of tactical political affiliation with ukip.

sir paul "i'm more equal than thou" kenny - general and municipal missile-makers - and "true-blue" len mccluskey - unuke union - clucking away over his nest of american nukes, claim that they oppose scrapping the trident nuclear-deterrent because they wish to protect the jobs of thousands of their members who work at the faslane submarine base and in related hinterland-industries based on the river clyde - but the unpalatable truth is that, once-upon-a-time, these two post-colonial power-crazed pillocks would have lobbied to keep auschwitz death-camp open in order to protect the employment of their union membership there...

...so why, like lord mandelson and tony blair, should a couple of sorry, sold-out union leaders be allowed to hi-jack official labour-party policy on the trident nuclear-deterrent, when a considerably large section of the labour-membership are firmly in favour of sending back the united states' inter-continental-ballistic-missiles in the swiftest manner possible?

...oh, and whilst we're on the subject of covert conservative entryism, why has labour installed hilary "public-school-boy" benn, a fascist nu-labour crypto-tory tool, as shadow foreign secretary? the guy's clearly gagging to reaffirm his inherited aristocratic principles, get back to good-old family-values, and invade the middle-east in the holy quest for cheaply-looted oil again - along with the russians, iranians, and americans, by-the-way...

...is the cunt after a fucking knighthood or something?

campaign for the nationalization of coffee-shops said...

the man from nupe...

...he say yeeeeeeesssssss