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Continued BBC Bias

Yesterday morning, BBC Radio Bristol showed yet more anti-welfare bias. I've complained to them before about it, it does no good. I may complain again. I don't care if that makes me sound like a torrid little curtain twitcher, if we don't stand up for the truth about welfare and this awful government's propaganda then there's no point.

The discussion was actually about something else, but I tuned in at two different points, tuning out each time in disgust. The first caller was a lady recanting her experience claiming ESA as a wheelchair user. At the end she was asked - or perhaps told - that she must know people who are on the fiddle. Charming. Aside from an errant assumption that is easily debunked by simply looking at the facts, it's a rather nasty jibe at the character of the caller, unprovoked.

I tuned in half an hour later and the caller then was a local TUC rep who spoke about the cruel nature of the Bedroom Tax. Rightly so (solidarity with ALL those protesting that iniquitous policy). Again, at the end, more bias: the presenter asked, again told, the rep "but it's not a tax". This carried on for about five minutes with this idiot parroting this line out almost robotically, concluding with the assertion that it was unfair and somehow harmful to misrepresent the 'under occupancy charge'. Semantic bullshit aside (and those that support this policy are doing this deliberately), he tried arguing that 'it's not a tax' because, he claimed, he'd had lots of distraught callers, when discussing this subject, who were only distressed because of this supposed misrepresentation. As if to say that had the policy been discussed 'accurately' they'd have been more favourably disposed toward it!

I've noticed that people who are not opposed to the Bedroom Tax use this 'it's not a tax' nonsense to stifle the discussion. They must know they are on a losing tip, but they try and shut discussion down by revising the facts: it's not a tax, ergo it's not a problem. That's bullshit of the worst kind.


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