Self Respect - Overrated? by JRI.
Upon a recent trip back to Blighty (big mistake), it seemed that the streets were awash with human detritus. I could almost see The Great Unwashed multiplying before my eyes, as teenage mothers popped out yet another future car thief without breaking their stride.
The streets seemed gridlocked with 17 year olds posing in their supped up Corsas and Puntos whilst playing obnoxiously loud rap music through 1MW stereos.
In the past I had hoped that Darwin would provide us with redemption. Sadly, due to increasingly strict health and safety regulations, the rate of the hard of thinking eliminating themselves from the human gene pool has slowed to a trickle of “accidentally setting oneself on fire whilst simultaneously smoking and bathing in lighter fuel” type events.
Still, Charles’ ghost does his bit where he can.
Hell in a hand cart, society going to the dogs and all that.
But you can rant and rave and scream about it until you’re blue in the face.
You could go and chain yourself stark bollock naked to a lamppost outside 11 Downing Street in protest.
You could even spend hours ranting about it on internet forums.
But the sad truth of the matter is that all of this will have the effect of changing the square root of fuck all.
I don’t think that it would be completely without truth to venture that most contributors to this forum consider themselves to be above the average Burberry wearing, Nike trainer sporting, work shy, dole claiming, benefit cheating, council house inhabiting scum that seem to be taking over the towns and cities of England.
But just take a look around you.
Whilst the Burberry check jacket and top of the range Nike trainers combo modelled by that waster queuing for his Giro might not be the most chic choice of attire, it doesn’t exactly come cheap.
That Gnarls Barckley ring tone may be genocidal rampage inducing, but it’s emanating from a top of the range, all singing and all dancing Nokia mobile phone.
He may be playing obnoxiously loud music with it, but that seventeen year old (!) is driving a brand new £9,000 car with a £500 stereo.
You may be cursing the slack jawed inbred employed to clean the office, but the reason you are doing do is because she is on her third foreign holiday of the year financed by the last 3 months she’s on the sick claiming “stress”.
After all your hard work, education and scrimping and saving, who’s the better off?
They’re the ones with the disposable income to spend on designer clothing electronic gadgets and regular foreign holidays. You’re the one with the stress induced heart problems after years of 9-5 in an office cubicle.
You may well be owner occupier of a desirable plot on the moral high ground.
But they’re the ones in a Council subsidised 3 bedroom house with sky TV and right-to-buy, paid for with every disability benefit they can lay their sovereign ring decorated fingers on.
Ever thought to yourself
“Fuck it; if you can’t beat them join them”?
Jump on the bandwagon and lie, scrounge, sponge and milk the system for all it’s fucking worth.
And why not?
Self respect: Overrated