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Dance For Me!

The Telegraph has an odious piece of low rent propaganda.

All these lazy thick illiterate innumerate unpunctual young people that don't want to work suddenly become a hit with employers when they are working for naught!

These are jobs that could have been advertised normally that people could have applied for and been processed for surely?

Only 4 of the 15 'experiencers' were taken on by the company in the piece. That's just over a quarter employed as a result. It's also unsustainable: they can't keep taking people on, not even as work experience.

Companies aren't going to be able to sustain this are they? It's a policy based on a snapshot moment of the current workplace/labour market conditions - in fact it's advertised success (which is nothing of the sort) is dependent on the failure therein.

From the piece: “It’s work experience – the clue is in the name. Nobody is going to give you a job unless you’ve got experience first, and that means working for free.”

Straight from the mouth of...?

But hang on, what does 'nobody is going to give you a job' supposed to mean? This poor woman has brought into the government propaganda hook line and the proverbial sinker. If there are vacancies in these workplaces that are being filled by a small percentage of these slaves then surely the employers are going to give people jobs - because that's what they want. They want the staff! But now they get to have their cake and eat it, courtesy of the government, at the greater expense of everyone else on the scheme. The boss class has their pick of the litter while the candidates for jobs that otherwise would have had to go through a proper and objective vetting/application process get to sing for their supper.

Britain: racing to the bottom in the 21st century.

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