Sunday, 4 November 2012

Cut and slash and blame it on the ConDems... 'Labour's' cynical approach to belt-tightening

JOBLESS scumbag dumping ground Tower Hamlets in East London has decided to sell off a bronze Henry Moore statue because of of 'unprecedented' budget cuts, sparking outrage from Moore's daughter Mary, Danny Boyle and others.
  Last month (Oct 2012) mayor Lutfur Rahman said: "It is with great regret that I take this decision but we are faced with a stark choice in these times of recession.'
  The idea, post-war, was to put art within reach or ordinary people - now Rahman's intent on selling his borough's assets to the highest bidder which is totally against the spirit of Moore's gift to the community, in this case Britain's poorest borough.
  Comrade Lutfur's salary is £65,000 - the average salary of his constituents is a fifth of that.
  Andrew Gilligan's Telegraph report on the parasite - link.
 

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Lt Gen Sir John Kiszely

The BBC have been fast to slam war hero Lt Gen Sir John Kiszely for muttering at 'boring' events.  The same BBC who have slavishly protected paedophile Jimmi Savile for a generation.  Sir John was my overall commander in Bosnia in 1996/1997; the NATO chief in charge of what was called MND SW - Multi National Division South West; the Brit area of operations (and Dutch, although no-one in Bosnia/NATO ever speaks of their role after Srebrenica.)
  General Kiszely seemed a square-away guy, a Bill Clinton of bosses.  I saw him land on our helipad at Gornji Vakuf and again at some bridge for a pressing of hands event with the mayor at some bridge the Gurkha Engineers had built (wooden).  I even steamed in to some of their famous curry - for once without the goat bones because a big boss was eating.  Still streets ahead of the Brit food, lads!
  I thought the guy was squared away then, pre-Google- and googling him I hear he led a company level bayonet attack against the Argentinians on Tumbledown.  Now that's a hero in my book.  
  I'll write the first line of this blog again, with a small amendment: The BBC have been fast to slam war hero Lt Gen Sir John Kiszely for muttering at 'boring' events, allegedly - according to them - turning them into corporate shindigs.  But bear in mind: The BBC spiked  a Newsnight story into the child rapist Jimmy Savile.  The big question is - who calls the shots with the clowns at the BBC? They slag off a war hero, then ignore internal complaints of child rape?  Ahoy - BBC - we're watching you guys.  And when we find you lacking; we'll be onto you!
  During the war these guys were the epitomy of truth.  Now they're a nest of socialists and paedophiles. 

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Those Town Hall Geniuses Slosh That Dosh Down The Drain Yet Again

A grade II listed stately home has been sold off at auction for £241,000 by a county council now under fire for ‘frittering’ taxpayers money away.
  Set in 25 acres of parkland, Windlestone Hall in Rushyford, County Durham, was thought to be valued at £2million several years ago… but that didn’t stop ‘experts’ at the local county council waving goodbye to the difference in a county where library opening times have been slashed.

Durham Golf Club dignitaries
applaud a county councillor's donation of
taxpayers cash to their trough

  Windlestone is the  birthplace of former Prime Minister Sir Anthony Eden (who, incidentally was waited on during Sir Anthony’s cruise to New Zealand by ‘Lord’ John Prescott during a stint as steward (naval term for waiter) which Prescott seems to think makes him a salt of the earth man of the people.  To this working class construction craftsman he was a servile drudge with an eye for an easy number – my Lord Prescott link).  Sir Eden was Prime Minister between 1955 and ’57 (the cruise took off nine days after Sir Anthony left office under the Suez cloud, where we learnt just how ‘special’ our relationship is with America.  They say, we do.  So oop north once again, to County Durham.
  So-called ‘Labour’ council chief is Simon Henig, a political science wonk who followed his lefty MP father’s footsteps into politics.  Labour academics – we building site workers just love ‘em.  There but for the grace of God…  A Miliband clone; just the sight of a hod of bricks would split this ‘Labour’ geek in two.
  Henig whining about restraints urged on his spending:
  So how do we counter this constant supply of misinformation? The only thing we can do is to constantly remind everyone exactly who is responsible for these cuts. We do in Durham – if possible several times a day. Because only when people connect the cuts on the ground with the government responsible for them will we have any chance of turning the tide of public opinion…  That is not (the myths) purpose – the design is purely to create a smokescreen and try to blame Labour councils for the most savage government spending cuts in a generation, probably ever .’
  … including rising anger at excessive pay to top local council fatcats – link.  Remember, so-called Labour were fast to slash services to the most vulnerable so that they could beat their chests at the awfulness of the Con-Dems… even as the champagne socialists stuff their pockets with our cash.  I’m no friend of the Con-Dems – I think all politicians are despicable.  Amongst their ranks we’ve got Hitler and Stalin, Pol Pot and the Argentinian Junta.  Saddam and Dear Leader Kim, in whose North Korea I hear experiments are carried out on live infants (as the Left looks elsewhere – mass cowardice).   ‘Labour’ is the biggest con of them all; not an ounce of labour in ‘em.
   Council tax in County Durham pays for Durham County News, a happy-clappy freesheet crammed with posturing councillors plugging themselves.  Band E council taxpayers (a typical £88-120k home) fork out over £1,500 a year for the bins to be emptied (a ‘Labour’ feeding frenzy that one, with their bin spies, bin fines etc) and street lights to be lit.  Oh, and the public sector bumpkins and parasites that enliven our lives.
  Those guys that now charge us (or our builder) £350 just to have a skip outside our house for a couple of weeks.  Or banning white vans from using the local council tip… leading to laybys used as dumps by ever-squeezed jobbing builders undercutting one another.  Genius, that one.  That’s why we pay so much, to keep those razor-sharp minds working for us.
 We often hear the refrain –to the effect of ‘Top public sector personnel need top wages… or they will desert to the private sector.’
  A brief look at University bigwigs bumper salaries and the knock on effect on tuition fees demonstrates this phenomena: those kids are walking bonuses, ripe to be squeezed.  And, hey ho; it’s the Government who will take the rap from ‘Labour’.  I was in the middle of the student riots – I was on Whitehall when the mounted police charged straight at me two years ago.  But some of that anger aimed at the toffs should be redirected: it was the lunatics of Blair and Brown who bankrupted the country.  Brown even thought it a good idea to telegraph the sale of half our bullion to secure the next election.  OUR bullion, not the fucking ‘Labour’ Party’s.     
  The public sector is treated like one big oozing money tree.  Think Sally Bercow dragging the institution of Parliament into the gutter as she makes her quick buck.
  In Durham, the new owners of Windlestone Hall have decided to remain anonymous.   Let’s keep an eye on the nearby golf club; see if the flash car belonging to Councillor Henig, or some smoother operator in the finance department happens to be parked up there when the new Lord of the Manor turns up for a round of golf.  Waiting for that fat brown envelope for services rendered.
  ‘Labour Party?  There ain’t an ounce of labour in the bastards.’
  Pete, hod-carrier, in conversation with me on a building site in Seven Sisters, Hackney, 2010. 
I won’t tell you what else he said, but Gordon Ramsay would have winced.  It’s a shame those journos don’t do a surprise vox-pop at the Labour Conference…
  Andrew Marr: ‘Show your hands to the camera.’
  ‘Huh?  Why?’
  ‘Just show us your hands.’
  ‘Ahh, okay.  What’s this about?’
  ‘Thought so.  Soft as a baby’s arse.  You’re a con mate.  You and the rest of you.  Tell me; how does that make you feel?’

Saturday, 15 September 2012

Money-Go-Round

Council chief execs at this year's summer ball
Former Kent County Council chief Katherine Kerswell has landed a plumb job overseeing Civil Service ‘reforms’.
  Kerswell, 49, left Kent with a £420,000 pay-off in 2011 after just 20 months work… so she’ll be the ideal pair of hands to turn a blind eye to the industrial-scale trousering of taxpayers cash that goes on in Whitehall.
  Her £142,000 appointment (just £500 less than the PM) overseeing Whitehall was welcomed by Sir Bob Kerslake and Cabinet Office minister Sir Francis Maude.
  Kerslake is no stranger to criticism.  Himself a former local government boss (chief executive of Hounslow then Sheffield City Council) – who jumped from local government gravy train to Whitehall gravy train in January 2012, he chairs the main committee for civil honours… making him the guy who’s been dishing out gongs to all those celebs, bureaucrats and associated other hangers on.  This year’s Queens Honours list included Scottish politico George Reid who faced criticism because he chaired(s?) the body overseeing National Assembly members pay and expenses… then went on to claim a small fortune… in pay and expenses – link.  Thus the money-go-round spins.
 – London Gazette link.   
  Other eye-watering council chief exec pay-offs include:
Cheshire East Erika Wenzel £93,550 – link.
Super-smug Joe Duckworth, former ‘Labour’ boss of London dumping ground Newham and now, bizarrely, chief executive of animal right’s headbangers the League Against Cruel Sports – link.
   The list is long and those left shaking their heads can be forgiven for thinking that, well, there’s only so many county council chief execs.  Think again.  Behind First Class on the gravy train we have all the departmental directors - and they're not likely to be travelling economy either:
  Slough’s education boss Clair Pyper is in line for a £239,000 pay-off - link.  And Slough is just a borough council.
  Liverpool’s community services director Jan Rowley’s £300,000 for missing out  on promotion - link.
  Extrapolate these telephone number figures nationwide, add say half a dozen other of the idiotic or grasping schemes these chancers are up to (such as aid to space-be-programmed India – hey, new word!) and you’ll soon figure out why all Monday’s money (20%) is stopped in your wages.  And when you do get your cash you get hit again for Tuesday’s pay (VAT at 20%).  Not forgetting council tax, road tax, fines from council jobs-worths for leaving the lid on a bin slightly open, fines for parking outside your own home without a valid permit… so it’s Wednesday lunchtime before you can even think about earning for your family.
  Praise be to the education system for leaving us docile, and the media for blinkering us against reality with all that celebrity gossip… otherwise there would be all hell to pay!
  Here’s a little Google search, just to let it sink in a bit more:  council + chief executive + pay-off

 

Thursday, 6 September 2012

How Communism Works

The son of a top Chinese official has died after smashing his £200,000 Ferrari 458 Spider into a wall whilst allegedly playing a sex game with two women who were seriously injured.
  Ling Gu's death reveals the opulance of communist China's playboy elite.
  The 23-year-old and his companions were either semi or fully naked when the March accident happened - and news has only just started coming out after a media clampdown - Daily Mirror link.  The son of the president's chief of staff, Ling's sportscar was split in half in the Beijing smash-up.
  'Ferrari' 'Little Ling' and 'Prince Ling' were blocked from Chinese micro-blog posts by internet censors.
  George Orwell famously pointed out: 'The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.' Animal Farm.
  Communist Manifesto, modern Chinese version: something to do with redistributing wealth - but who gives a toss?  Let's Parteeeeee!!!!!
 

Thursday, 30 August 2012

Church Guilty Again

RELIGIOUS crackpots have yet again allowed systematic harm to children, it has been revealed.
  Befrocked freaks in the Diocese of Chichester, which in plain English means Sussex, the south coast county west of Kent wherein lies Brighton,  have been up to no good for years, leading to condemnation by no less than chief God-botherer the Archbishop of Canterbury.
  Rowan Williams' team will now oversee appointments and child protection matters in Sussex, where three of the black crows have been charged with child sex offences... a figure unsurprising to anyone who views the whole religious clown act with the suspicion of a cognitivly aware adult who can see beyond the brainwashing of the compulsory education system.
Sussex Diocese play area
 'A whole series of investigations and reports across nearly two decades bears witness to a profoundly unhelpful and negative culture in parts of the diocese that led to its failure to take the action needed,' the report stated, tip-toeing towards the obvious question.
  Which is - if the high and mighty chief Sky-Angel peddlar in Sussex, Bishop John Hind (recently replaced by Bishop Dr Martin Warner who was quick to distance himself from the old regime) has been shielding an entourage of kiddy-fiddlers - is he himself a paedo?  If not, why the replacement? 
 I have asked the question, and will add to this report as and when I get a response.

  Report by the Archbishop's own office - link.  BBC story - link.
  Email to Sussex Diocese:
'Dear Sir or Madam, journalistic enquiry.  In response to the Archbishop of Canterbury's Interim Report regarding child protection in Sussex, can you tell me when and why Bishop John Hind stepped down, and if it was linked to the Archbishop's enquiry?
Regards, Neil Jackson, Member of the Chartered Institute of Journalists.' 
 
  Update one day later: response from David Farey, Diocesan Communications Officer:
 'Dear Neil, in answer to your query I include here the original statement concerning Bishop John's retirement below.  Regards, David.'
  The meat of the July 6, 2011 press release read: 'As I shall be nearly 67 I think the time is right for a new Bishop to take over.'
  And that was it.  The sceptical can email me and I'll forward the full reply.  Two months earlier Baroness Butler-Sloss released a church-commissioned report
  No mention of the paedo activities of his lieutenants: contact me on neil-24842445@hotmail.co.uk  for the full conversation to be forwarded as I chase this bunch of religious wrong 'uns.  The research is fascinating; Bishop Hind, despite being God's enforcer in the Brighton area, locked horns with Rowan Williams by fighting against civil partnerships (his gofers raping little boys seems to be okay) - Wiki link.  So there's no love lost between Williams and Hind.  Hind is married to a former child protection advisor.
Food for thought - link.  Bishop Wallace Benn, Bishop of Lewes, is now under my scrutiny.  He intends to retire this month.  Coincidence?
  Benn's record: delayed passing on paedo priest crime check - BBC link.
  Gay hassling; gay priest Rev David Page who moved into the Diocese was banned from officiating at ceremonies - link.
  Bishop accused of covering up priest's CRB check - Eastbourne HeraldLink.
  Jesus - this dig around dosn't stop throwing things up - a previous Bishop of Lewes was cautioned in 1993 after being cautioned by police after fiddling with a teenager - local paper Eastbourne Herald link.  Bear in mind a normal perv with no Establishment links would have been locked up.
  Google: Wallace + Benn and the list goes on.  And easy-life PR scumbag David Farey didn't think any of this was worth mentioning.   
 

 

Monday, 27 August 2012

Selling 'Labour' To Sheffield

Man of the people and Harriett Harman’s predecessor, John Prescott surprisingly managed to attain the role of Deputy Prime Minister without the family support of city slickers and landed gentry.  John, who’s credentials as a former ship’s steward was the gritty link between the scrubbed modernising Yuppies of New Labour and the blue collar workers of the industrial heartlands.
Lord and Lady Prescott at a recent civic function
Oop There In That There North
  Ship’s stewards occupy a servile role; he was a waiter: a far cry from the skilled craftsmen of the mines, building sites and factories but to the Mandelsons and Blairs of this world the ‘Working Class’ are one homogeneous mass, where waiters, window-cleaners and warehouse stackers fresh out of nick occupy equal status with electricians, engineers and emergency medical technicians.  They don’t; and I speak as a craftsman.  So lauding Prescott - who waited on the rich as they cruised the world’s exotic corners - as a man of the people because of his background just exposes the complete lack of familiarity that ‘Labour’ leaders have with what Labour and the working class is.  And what it isn’t is the Guardian-set talking Marxism in their half million pound Islington town houses.  Or Mandelson giggling on an Oligarch’s super-yacht as he simpers how he is, ‘intensely relaxed about people getting filthy rich’ as he slowly strokes a gangsters knee.  (Real working people know that the gangsterism of Russia’s oligarchs has stripped the earnings of the workers of that country.)
  So on to John Prescott, the guy scrubbing his boots on next door’s stoop prior to sorting out his whippets, or homing pigeons, or whatever northern stereotypical shite Two Jags is peddling to the Daily Mirror and Guardian hacks this week.
  Who he is: Baron Prescott of Kingston upon Hull, a Lord.
  What he earns: £300,000 income for his four-year term as Humberside’s Police and Crime Commissioner, when he gets the gig.  And he will get it.  £75,000 annual salary for his peerage – and in the Aug 2011-2012 year he claimed £40,950 in expenses.  That pays for a lot of clogs, ferrets, flat caps and roll-up baccy… unless the image is all a total sham.
  What he said circa 2008: 'I don't want to be a member of the House of Lords.  I will not accept it.'
  What he did: The keen croquet-player became a peer in July 2010, perhaps to appease Elsie Tanner lookalike wife Pauline, a former hairdresser who becomes, er, Lady Pauline.  Maybe there’s a row of them in Aldi on Manor Top, all married to past Yorkshire Labour heavyweights.
  ‘Lady Pauline, ‘ow much is tinned carrots, babes?  It’s all in Jeerman.’
  ‘Dunno, babes.  Sorry, Lady Hattersley.  Tell you what, though – that new blusher makes you look proper gorgous.’
  ‘Ahhh, ta mate.  An’ I got a new leopard print skirt for our special night coming up, babes.’
  ‘That’s nice, babes.  Garden Party at Hampton Court is it?  Next!  You got ID for that White Lightning?’
  Can’t those dopes in the Miners Welfare back in Rotherham wake up to the sham and stop voting en-masse for a bunch of liars?  It’s one big con – once the politicos taste that cash and that power… they are gone; them, the missus and the kids.  Straight up the arse of the Establishment like a rat down a Park Hill drainpipe. 

  Kids off to private school – Britain’s first black woman MP Diane Abbott’s sent son James off to private school – and she’s a Labour MP in tough inner-city Hackney North/Stoke Newington. 
  She carried it off!  She said that kids today join gangs, so it was fine for her to do it.
  And so it creeps in.  First a bit of privileged schooling for Little Johny and Jenny, then an unpaid internship at the PR firm which runs Mummy’s and Daddy’s political campaign, then the next thing we know these Oxbridge bastards are parachuted in to safe seats like Rotherham, their sharp elbows knocking aside the good men and women of the area who’ve worked their socks off at grass roots level to get the gig because the suave lawyers who’ve stolen Labour have given the nod to a ‘socialist’ spiv.  Or academic.  Or other middle-class bastard.
  Ever noticed how so many of these politicians are related?  The Miliband brothers?  Cooper and Balls?  Cameron and his fellow merchant-banker-spawn gimp, the Clegg-in-the-box?
  Dear reader – you may be wondering who am I to criticise, who am I to lay claim to knowing what labour is?
  I’m a photojournalist who walked away from a sycophantic trade 20 years ago, and now I’m a bricklayer.  I know labour – real labour - inside out; I’ve worked on sites from Glasgow to Munich and beyond.  And I can tell you this – two years ago on site I asked a London hod carrier, a guy in his forties, what he reckoned to Labour.  And this man knew how to labour.  Old hoddies body’s are carved into the hod; their calves are like cooking apples, their shoulders seared and scarred.  They would never talk to a journalist.  I’ve been bricklaying for fourteen years.
  ‘Labour, Neil?  What do I reckon to that lot, speaking for me?  There isn’t a fucking ounce of labour in ‘em, mate.  I shit ‘em.  Now; where do you want these bricks?’
  I sit and drink my coffee in the August sun, and study the guys on break.  Their red-top papers, ribald comments and haste in eating before the trowel and the hod take us in thrall again.  Totally disengaged, neither Labour nor Tory.  These boys don’t vote; neither do I.  There’s no difference any more.  They’re all the same.  Not like it used to be.
  The pit face, factories and building sites are a mere memory, Labour folks, as the crevettes get cracked by tomorrow’s Prescotts and Blairs in Knightsbridge and the champagne is swilled in Chelsea.  In short, Old Labour - you’ve been Royally mugged.  All those whip-rounds at the miners welfare have succeeded only in transporting a pair of class traitors into the House of Lords. Well done!

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Well Done Mike Raddie!



G20 Bank of England the day after
 Ian Tomlinson was killed
  It's been a year now since activist Mike Raddie was hauled before the bench and received a hefty fine for assaulting the guy in charge of security at Trafalgar Square during an Occupation - but he's calmed down now and is concentrating on more productive work... and I don't mean his day job in the City!
  Mike and his girlfriend Alison Banville started a website called BS News, where he shows his support for the Syrian regime (I don't think I can agree with you on that one mate, not seeing as activists are getting gunned down daily) but at least it's a step in the right direction; a kind of Media Lens thing, here's the link to see his work.  Mike was involved in the take-over of Parliament Square in 2010 and has been a vocal supporter of activism since then, so it's nice to see that he's taking a big step back from such 'non-violent' protests and is engaging his brain instead of his brawn!

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Cash in Hand Kerfuffle

Con-Dem buffoon and Treasury minister David Gauke has slated those who pay tradesmen cash in hand as ‘morally wrong’ – BBC link.
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  According to Oxford-educated Tory lawyer David, hard-pressed citizens who go for the cheaper option are incurring ‘a big cost’ on the Treasury, making others pay more.
  If lawyer David and his kind stopped chucking money at chancers such as A4E boss Emma Harrison, who paid herself £8.4million from public funds in 2011 (link) – there might be a lot ‘more’ left in the pot.  Grasping Emma is just one of the many spivs and hucklers who’ve got the ear of these dopes in charge of UKPLC.  The same crooks who made worldwide headlines with their fraudulent expense claims a few years ago; Gauke himself fiddled his expenses, claiming £10,248 in stamp duty on his second home in London - Wikilink.  Check out the comments on the Torygraph blog; even Thatcher’s Children are wound up by this clown – link.    John’s comment deserves special mention: I'll tell you what I find morally repugnant. It's a bunch of incompetent, lying politicians spending £171bn more than they receive in taxes, year after year, in the manner most likely to get them re-elected by the people they bribe. You and I are left to pick up the tab for this disastrous fraud. It is every citizen's duty to starve this monstrous government of cash - and your plumber and builder are there to help.’
  It’s achievable; pay in cash.  Dentists, builders, wedding photographers; the whole of the Yellow Pages in glorious, cheaper collusion.
A bricklayer doing a cash in hand job, happy to spend his money in the British economy.  The cash he was paid by the customer was taxed before she got her salary, and when he goes into the shops, he gets taxed again.  SO FUCK OFF, politicians; you've had two bites of the cherry.  You'd only waste it on shite, anyway.
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  Let me explain to David and all the other cosseted public sector managers how it is in the real world; the good guy who adds tax to his quote doesn’t get the job, jacks in the trade then goes on the dole.  The guy who competes with the lowest price does the job, a customer is happy, and he or she then spends the money earnt IN THE REAL ECONOMY – not dump it into a Swiss bank account, as favoured by Dave’s ‘we’re all in it together’ chums (millionaire George Osborne said that in 2009, and spent New Year 2010/11 in Klosters).  If David wants to cast the spotlight on tax dodgers, he can take a look around the next time he’s on the golf course  - or uber-exclusive Klosters - with his industrialist chums. 
  If he’s short of taxes to scrounge from hard-working folk chucking in an extra Saturday, then why not simply cut some of the crap the Government spend money on?  Aid budgets to countries with their own nuclear weapons and space programmes, perhaps?  Or aircraft carriers with no aircraft to go on them?  How about forcing into work the long-term jobless scroungers who’ve made a lifestyle choice to pump out babies, such as Derby fire couple the Philpotts – the sort of scumbags we have to pay to house and feed, endure their Staffy dogs roaming along the street out of control, endure their mid-week parties till 3am? (that crowd ain’t gotta be up for work in the morning, you can bet the tools in the back of your van on that.  If they last till morning once that crowd call it a night at 5am.)
  There’s lots of places to cut spending.  If Gauke wants to piss off the private sector – those who pay for all these soapy-faced wankers – then that’s a good thing.  It’ll get the real people out on the streets.  Not a bunch of lame hippies and pot-smoking IT managers, but the real working people of Britain; those who have to sweat and toil to get paid.
  Jesus; Dr Seuss couldn’t dream these freaks up.  They can’t be that hard to take down.

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Bank Chief Diamond Resigns

Chief executive of Barclays Bob Diamond has resigned with immediate effect - BBC link. 7.30 AM Tues, July 3, 2012.

Friday, 29 June 2012

Scroungers Don't Back Miliband

A Tory poll reveals that 67% of Labour voters agree that child benefit should be stripped from workshy parents with too many kids - Labour opposed the proposed cap (DM link).  When will Miliband and this Islington posse understand that, out on the estates where real people live, workers watch the workshy longterm jobless as they slob about in Jeremy Kyle fashion? Teeth bared, Staffy dogs unmuzzled, cider-swilling yobs roam in packs, their every need catered for.  When will 'Labour' get it that these people aren't potential voters; they simply couldn't give a monkeys for either party, as long as their weekly beer and cigarette tokens are dropped into the cash machine.
  As long as they don't get it, real labour - people who work on building sites, in factories and the such like (people who work) - will turn away in droves.  To mistake the underclass for the working class is an insult to anyone who has to climb out of bed of a morning and head for work.