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So we can see just how power works, and it is never a good thing.

A "hand up" not a "hand out"; in other words we can pay to print a CV or the cost of a stamp, but to feed yourself? Have a life? Enjoy a few nice things? No chance. Who gets to decide for me what I can or can't have? It seems the inheritors of wealth who through privilege get to make policy, enforced through monopolised violence, for the rest of us.

This model seems to be exactly how social enterprises work; the charities and agencies that profess to help the poor, the unemployed, and the sick. This includes schemes dreamt up by the government, or any wannabe philanthropist who claims to have a conscience. The Work Programme is no different.

Ultimately they all end up the same. Sooner or later you reach the limit of what they have to offer. It isn't very difficult, but the result is never positive. It is always an exercise in victim blaming. We can't help you - even though in many cases t…
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Same Old Bullshit

Since last Summer, as I've mentioned a few times, I've been 'working' with another social enterprise, this one is called Team North Somerset. I didn't mention them before because, fuck it I am now. I don't know what else to call these sorts of organisations but social enterprises, they aren't strictly speaking charities, as far as I can tell, but they are not government agencies, like the DWP.

I say have been working; that should probably be past tense because this relationship looks like it's going to go the same way as my experience with all the rest - including the professional liars at the Salvation Army on the Work Programme back in the day.

Of course they will say it's all my fault - that I'm not engaging - but it's just the same old victim blaming narrative and an easy excuse to get rid of someone that isn't giving them the results they need for funding, or whatever. In this case they have lottery funding so that shouldn't - a…

Week 4 - Go Away Miss McVey

So this isn't really news, but who cares. I'm struggling to keep up with it all.

For reasons best known only to Brexit, failed Wirral MP and 'bootrstrap' mentality peddler, Esther McVey, has been given the reigns of power at the DWP. Even through the lens of Brexit, which really is the ideology pulling the Tories' strings right now, this is a baffling position. One might be forgiven for assuming they want some hardnut at the helm.

I wouldn't call her that, though her rhetoric is certainly just as ignorant, and she is certainly just as selfish. I mentioned bootstrap mentality; that's where she comes from. She's another of these 'self made' types; the nouveau capitalist that thinks they got where they are off the back of a little light Milton Friedmanomics and a 'can do' attitude. Just the same way Trump thinks his own effort made him the man he is, not the millions he got from his dad (including illegal casino chips). She's the sort t…

Week 3 - the same old Carrilion

Keeping up with the increasingly ridiculous Tory government is doing my head in.

It's the end of week 4 ffs and the whole President's Club scandal of entrenched privilege has broken. Carillion was last week's news.

That said, it's a clear indication of the failings of neoliberal capitalism: even the building to house the company's administrators is supposed to be built...by Carillion!

Our very lives are entangled in a concrete spiderweb of nested and entrenched corporate privilege. We are squatters inside our own infrastructure. Our homes belong to people who can decide they don't want us because we don't have the rent they want more of. Our streets are named after slave owners, amusing innuendos (Bell End!), or owned by oligarchs. The places where we do business are owned by people we'd rather not do business with. It's a permanent state of disenfranchisement. We are the ghosts that haunt our homes.

It is clear that the government, under the sinist…

Week 2

Well, er, actually it's week 3 technically. I just needed the time to get over the shock of...

PROMOTING ESTHER MC-FUCKING-VEY

to the head of the DWP.

What in god's name?

Her illustrious career last time culminated in being booted out of the Wirral constituency she'd been in charge of since 2010 (iirc). During that period she'd managed to offend any right thinking individual who cares about the poor and the social fabric of this society. Her comments during the infamous foodbank debate (the one where IDS walked out, presumably to change his burning pants, and the one where the rest of them brayed and jeered at stories of poverty) were inflammatory and inaccurate. She seems clinically incapable of giving a shit about people, other than her own self promotion.

And now she has power.

Parachuted in to Gideon Osborne's former constituency, the Tory safe seat of Tatton, she's now the head of one of the the most contentious government department in existence. How on e…

Week 1

Toby Young, another product of the misogynist hateful class system of 'Great' Britain, is appointed to a position he merits only by virtue of being a vocal advocate of that misogynist hateful class system. Your children's educational futures will be regulated by a man who thinks that, unless they are as deserving and correctly bred as he, they aren't deserving of one.

Welcome to 2018. It is cold, it is only going to get colder: capitalism allows for seemingly unfettered and eye watering price hikes to desperate users of vital infrastructure. In order to continue doing jobs that, allegedly, propagate what passes for our economy, you now have to pay increasingly more of your increasingly lower wage just to do so. Often have I wondered just how ridiculous it is that people, who need work to live (thanks capitalism!), have to arbitrarily pay to do their job. We are told people need to work, but do nothing to facilitate that. What better example of the iniquity of capitalis…

How Will Support Be Next Year/2018?

As this year ends and the consumerist oblivion that is Christmas is a memory ago I have to ask this question moving forward. This is likely to be my last blog post for the year (a statement as melodramatic as it is vacuous).

Right now I'm waiting for my third attempt at the spectacular shit show that is the Work Capability Assessment. They have had two chances to do their job and failed each time. While the stone-faced receptionist was on the phone the HQ to find out why my second appointment had been cancelled, it didn't cross her mind to perhaps arrange someone there and then to see me. Whatever; they didn't. So now it's back to sitting by the door looking at the letterbox as if Jack Nicholson was about to smash his way through it and stab me to death. It doesn't feel much better.

In the midst of all this, where is my support? I work with (as a client, or 'customer', or whatever the correct term de jure is) a group who seem increasingly to fade into the b…