The Militant Wet Dream…..

Fiends, Homo’s, Councilmen!

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for opportunist hypocrisy in the history of our nation. 1 year ago, a great socialist, in whose shambolic shadow we stand today, signed the European Financial Stability Facility.

This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to free billions of pounds from the taxpaying slaves, those same slaves who are now being seared in the flames of withering recession. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long captivity of wealth by capitalist people but our work is still not completed.

One Trillion Pounds later all the tax payers money is still is not free. One Trillion Pounds later the taxpayer is still not totally crippled by the manacles of multiculturalism and the chains of the disability discrimination act. One Trillion Pounds later, the taxpayer lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One Trillion Pounds later, the taxpayer is still languishing in the corners of British society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatise a shameful condition, a condition called mock outrage.

In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a cheque that we have no idea how to repay. When the architects of our New Labour wrote the magnificent words of the Labour Party Manifesto and the Pledge Card they were signing a promissory note to which every Brit was to fall heir for several generations. Our great leaders have spent the money of people who have not even been born yet.

It is obvious today that the evil Coalition has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as the public sector is concerned. Instead of honouring this sacred obligation of pay rises every year regardless of performance and need, Britain’s government has given the public sector a reality “cheque” which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of idealism is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of this nation. We refuse to admit the Gordon sold all the Gold at a historic low to empty the vaults of this nation.

So we have come to cash this cheque — a cheque that will give us upon demand the riches of job security and pension entitlement unknown in the real world, unknown in the private sector and totally unfunded and unsustainable. We come here today for self interest.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind Britain that there is no fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cutting spending off or to take the tranquillizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of our Union backers that everyone can get everything without having to repay any part. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of reality to the sunlit path of Labours Plan, a plan of communist era philosophy or economic imaginations. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of financial stability to the solid rock of our new system called Edconomics. Now is the time to make dreaming a reality for all of the people at the treasury. We shall always refer to cuts in investment when in reality we are talking about reducing borrowing. We will talk about rights and never consider the public sector wrongs.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Public Sectors legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of pay rises and overtime payments for all. We want the taxpayer to provide us with a better deal than they receive themselves and we want them to pay for services nobody needs nor wants. We want them to pay a lot of money for the right to be endowed with more bureaucratic red tape.

This is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the public sector needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to relying on businesses, innovation and enterprise, as is usual in every other nation.

There will be no transgender equality coordinators working in Britain until the Public Sector is granted its unfunded Protected rights Superannuated pension scheme. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of retirement on 50% of their final salary plus a tax free lump sum.

In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not feel guilty for destroying our country. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for money by drinking from the cup of efficiency and prudence. We are the public sector and we deserve all our rewards for years of sitting in a warm council office doing nothing but shuffling paper and making up unworkable rules.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of idealism and trade unionism. We must not allow our protest to degenerate into economic reality and financial necessity.

The marvellous new militancy which has engulfed the Public Sector since labour left power must not lead us to a distrust of all Private Sector Tax Payers,their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their winning Public Sector Tenders is inextricably bound to our Union Membership rules.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always spend money in advance of generating it, We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of public sector, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Tax Payer can be taxed more.

We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel expenses and three course meals at council HQ, as long as we cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highway and the hotels of the cities for less than £150 B&B.

We cannot be satisfied as long as the basic job progression is from a smaller department to a senior management is based on length of service not ability. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are employed by our friends in other departments.

We cannot be satisfied as long as we can submit multiple postal vote forms to control elections. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until money rolls down like waters and political correctness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that you have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned pension contributions is your right.

Go back to Liverpool, go back to Glasgow, go back to South Glamorgan, go back to London, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will continue as long as we keep wasting money and providing the same shit services.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the white guilt ridden middle class socialist imagination.

I have a dream that one day this Trade Union will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all public sector pension schemes are created equal and unfunded based on final salary not contribution regardless of the damage it will do to the country and future generations.”

I have a dream that one day the sons of former bankers and the sons of former bank account owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the civil service, a state organisation sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an unelected labour supporting quango.

Let free money drip from the gold capped supperannuation pension schemes!
Let free money drip from the curvaceous slopes of Council Halls!
But not only that; let free money drip from expense accounts of all left leaning Thinktanks and Quangos
Let free money drip from the wallet of our media luvvies at the BBC!
Let free money drip from every hill and molehill in the third world who have never been to the UK. From every mountainside, Let free money drip.

And when this happens, when we allow free money to drip, when we let it drip from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old socialist ideology,

“We are Skint at last! Skint at last! Thank the lefty works shy middle aged students who have never worked a day in a tax generating environment, we are skint at last! and so is the next two generations.