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Dec. 20th, 2005 01:23 pm
It’s one thing to be aware that Labour ministers insist on dubbing us all “clients” or “customers”—including people they want to force to carry ID cards and people arrested by the police—but it’s quite another actually to sit in the same room and hear them use this flesh-crawling anaesthetic language in person, in cold blood. Watching Lord Hunt of Kings Heath casually refer to benefit claimants as “clients and customers” was akin to seeing your first gory road accident, or your first flasher.
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Date: 2005-12-20 01:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 02:00 pm (UTC)A. Buses come in threes but a flasher comes single-handed.
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Date: 2005-12-20 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 02:32 pm (UTC)"There's no one else I can turn to," I shot back at her. "And besides, you're paying me."
"But that's so true," she conceded.
There was a pause.
"I want my income support," I breathed.
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Date: 2005-12-20 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 04:00 pm (UTC)Possibly the most scary thing about these serviceniks is that they truly look at life like this. This fits in with my rant about the palpable difference between the kind of people who, if they saw a man dying of thirst, would give him some water, and the cunts who would see an exciting opportunity to open up their refreshment market.
(Although in the case of gimlet-eyed mugwumps such as you describe, they'd be "delivering thirst solutions and survival outcomes", but only if he "chose" to "access" the "service" they were "providing".)
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Date: 2005-12-20 05:08 pm (UTC)