He had many sayings. One of them was this:
"Life is tough. It's even tougher when you're stupid."
This is a story I am going to have difficulty relating, because I need to change a few facts in order to protect a certain party. However, the facts I will change are immaterial, they are things like names and places.
A teacher friend of mine told me about little Johnny, who is in her class. Little Johnny would like to have ADHD but hasn't. So he behaves in a reasonably vile way, as he knows that he can get away with it. For anyone to do anything about his abysmal behaviour would be to invite charges of victimisation under the laws of (in)equality.
Little Johnny is what I would call a pain. He goes out of his way to be a nuisance and he is a drain on the teaching resource, spoiling it for the other kids.
It turns out that another chap who was with us at the time knows this kid, as his lad plays football with him. And the nuisance kid has eleven siblings. Chap explained "They just like children a lot. The father is a dustman, and does taxi driving as well. They don't sponge off the state. But if course, they do get tax credits."
Indeed. Apparently all of the offspring are in the same mould. I think I would have been bent out of shape at that age had I realised that my parents were completely barking, as well. And they don't sponge off the state because the state tells them that it their right to claim all this money, for having twelve kids, but it is not sponging.
There is something horribly wrong with this. Big John was wrong. Life is much easier when you're stupid, in NuLab Britain.
And every single one of these chavs-to-be will be able to vote in the near future.
Please put me right, tell me I'm being somethingist here.