What is it that the ‘Left’ are really afraid of? Losing a client voting base comprised almost exclusively these days of public sector workers and the vulnerable dependant? ‘Wot about the Workers’ is hugely inappropriate, for they only stand for certain workers and every last non-worker.
I have taken the bait this morning following a Tweet from Steve Baxter, a writer I have huge admiration for, who has entered the debate over the proposed Welfare ‘Cap’, with this simplistic analysis.
No, Steve, the Welfare Cap doesn’t ‘boil down’ to that at all, any more than it can be described as ‘Social Cleansing’, another favourite of the placard waving Left.
It boils down to ‘why should the hard working poor’ – and they do exist, though you generally refer to them as the ‘middle classes’, be forced to subsidise those who chose to live in expensive areas, even when there is no work for them there, simply because they do so chose to live there.
How many hard working families have been forced to ‘disrupt their children’ and ‘tear them away from their friends and extended family support’ to take one of the arguments on offer from the Bishops, in order to move to a cheaper house, or live in an area where their rail season ticket is not so prohibitively expensive, or even just to change jobs? Do I see any crocodile tears over those children?
How many children were disrupted and torn away from their friends when Equitable Life went belly up, and thousands of parents had to chose between school fees or saving for their retirement all over again? When the Lloyd’s market collapsed, and houses had to be sold, lifestyles changed overnight?
Were the Bishops bleating ‘think of the children’ then? Was Steve Baxter Tweeting ‘so poor Lloyd’s underwriters shouldn’t live in nice houses’?
They weren’t. He wasn’t. For one simple reason. There is only one class of child, and one class of poor that any of the Left are interested in. The poor who are prepared to remain trapped into dependency on the state.
It is not a new phenomena, it has been going on for a long time. 20 years ago when Mr G was preparing to leave East Anglia, he tried to give his business away to a long standing friend who had, we thought, fallen on hard times. He was out of work and dependant on the State.
The core of the deal was this: Mr G had secure rented business premises at £25 a week, not an onerous sum. The mainstay of the business was a pine stripping service that operated one day a week, taking on average £1,000 a week. Sure, he had to get up at 3am to heat the tank up on that one day each week, and he worked like a Trojan all day heaving furniture in and out of the tank, and he did have to to be there again on a Saturday to allow people to collect their furniture, but you could have ignored what he did for the rest of the week and just operated the business on that one day a week. You could even have spread the load and done a little bit of the work every day…
Could he persuade his friend to take the business over – as a gift? Could he Hell! The State was paying his mortgage on a most salubrious house (I don’t think they do that now in fairness), they paid for his daughter’s school uniform, they paid for her school meals, they paid for a taxi to take her to school, they’d just paid for her to join an ‘outward bound group holiday’ in North Wales, Heavens to Betsy, hadn’t they just bought the world’s most expensive vacuum cleaner for them on the strength of a Doctor’s note that she was asthmatic (since I was currently sharing my vacuum cleaner with the workshop to make sure customers got their furniture back dust free, that one particularly rankled with me!) – why if he had to pay for all that himself, it wouldn’t be worth his while, not once he’d paid tax and insurance and everything.
20 years ago, I was damned sure that he would still make a profit out of £1,000 a week, still would today; but reality mattered not a jot, he was safe, he was secure, the State would ensure that, and he wasn’t prepared to jeopardise it. He had become one of the ‘deserving poor’ and he wasn’t about to lose that comfortable berth. (Nor was he the only one, we tried three other people before eventually giving the equipment away to a man who already held down three part time jobs and thought he could bolster his income by using the steam cleaner to clean cars…actually, since you ask, No, he wasn’t English, and he’s since expanded his empire into a ‘pukka’ business, now steam cleaning commercial kitchens).
I note also, that this morning the bleeding hearts at the BBC4 have found a new string for their violin – it’s not just ‘think of the children’ and ‘why shouldn’t the poor live in nice houses’, the welfare gap is religious discrimination to boot. BBC 4 have dug up a community of Haredi Jews who are liable to ‘be forced out of their community’.
‘Manni’, who illustrates the story, is living in a £500 a week house in Stamford Hill, when his ‘low paid job for a Jewish Charity’ only allows him to contribute £80 a week in rent. He has to live in expensive Stamford Hill because that is where the ’70 synagogues, Jewish schools and Kosher supermarkets are’ and he is able to follow his religion, which includes raising a large family and thus requiring a five bedroomed house that he can’t afford.
It doesn’t seem to occur to Manni that the 70 synagogues, Jewish schools and Kosher supermarkets are there precisely because he is there, rather than the other way round. Manni and his impoverished fellow Jewish charity workers have only just surfaced today, but in the depths of some Socialist (Unpaid) Worker’s dungeon they are probably preparing the ‘Stop Ethnic and Religious cleansing’ banners as we speak.
The Left don’t just need a new leader, they need a new name. They stand for just about anything and everything but honest labour.
Suggestions on a postcard please. Or in the comments, as you please.