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Monday 23 January 2012

Fuel For A Rage Machine

Let me just get this out there. I am in a BAD FUCKING MOOD today.

It has been coming a while I think, and now it has arrived in such epic proportions that even Plan B and cake has failed to soothe the savage beast.

So what has caused it. I can tell you, but it is likely to offend someone somewhere so don't say I didn't warn you. There is going to be a LOT of bad language.

I have discovered that while I was freezing my fucking tits off on a picket line last monday that a rep, one who has been a rep for a very long fucking time, represents Black members and has aspirations to national union positions refused to take part in the Industrial Action because he didn't see what the dispute had to do with him. (name removed to protect me, not him) you are a fucking disgrace. Stand down now.

My union magazine has arrived on my doorstep this morning. The President's column is that derogatory towards reps and members that I nearly physically threw my fucking bag through a window. If you want to see blatant electioneering and a study in missing the point, click here.

Those of you who have been aware of me for more than five minutes will be aware that I have a mild Twitter addiction. This has been compulsive due to the trolling behaviour I have witnessed from a trade union rep who  believes that some cuts are necessary and that the third sector can deliver public services better than the public sector. Seriously, this attention seeking fuckwitted cunt is getting on my last nerve and the only reason I haven't blocked her is because she reminds me of how far we still have to go and why we still have to fight.

I have members who are under threat of privatisation who are asking me why they should take industrial action.

I have a government who is looking to shaft me in every way they possibly can. If I lose my job I will become one of the undeserving poor, you know, those scroungers who are spending YOUR MONEY! I work full fucking time and I am already one of the undeserving poor.

I have a Labour Leadership who just don't fucking get it that while they are cosying up to the cunts in Parliament that they are disenfranchising the very people they rely on for money and votes.

Something I was really looking forward to now isn't going to happen for the best possible reason which doesn't make it any fucking easier.

And I haven't been laid in a very, VERY long time.

So, if you don't get why collective action is important, if you even want to try to justify a single cut to me, if you want to fuck me over or denigrate what I do, my advice to you is stay the fuck out of my way. I am not in the fucking mood for you and will not be held responsible for my actions.

Fuck it. I'm gonna go get drunk in the bath.

Wednesday 4 January 2012

The Good, The Bad and the Milliband

Well it's the new year with all the joy that finally being out of fucking December brings. I didn't want to do a retrospective because, well, those of you who know me personally already know what my year has been like and those of you who only know me through my blog know as much as I want you to.

So, I thought I would do my own New Year's Honours type thing. Some you will agree with, some you won't. I'm gonna be honest as ever and if you recognise yourself, good.

Person of the Year
Everybody who took strike action. Everybody who voted with their pens or their feet and showed the government that we will not stand for pension theft. I salute you.

Women of the Year
This one is split between the women known as Dawn, Tizz,  Emz Wife, Kay Wife, Mrs G and Me Mam. They have been a constant source of support, love and fun for me. They have put up with a great deal from me this year. Tears, tempers, screaming and have done so with great aplomb.

Men of the Year
This one goes to... well, you know who you are. You have taught me acceptance, true love and that I don't need to live my entire life on Facebook and Twitter. Hope things work out for us both, I really do.
Also this goes to @Yokelbear for being an educational and personal inspiration, Me Dad for always being bloody right and @kitleary for never failing to make me laugh when I am in a truly shitty mood. And for the cuddles.

Inspiration of the Year
This one goes to Branch Organiser at Euston Dave Plummer. Seriously, check out his website! It is stunning and is a testament to his dedication. This also goes to every single PCS member and rep. You are why I do what I do. It's ok... I can sleep when I'm dead.

Cunt of the Year
Soooo many candidates here! Do I go for Shiny Faced Cunt Cameron? No... I expect him to be a cunt. Do I go for Cunt Buffalo Womb Botherer Nadine Dorries? No... I know where I am with her. Disgusted most of the time, but it is at least a consistent disgust. EDL? (Too easy.) BNP? (Even easier.) Katie Melua? (Killed my favourite Cure song.) Tim Westwood? (My car is NOT 'pork chopping'. Twat.) CJ from Eggheads? (If this needs any explanation at all please feel free to piss off.)

I had to make a choice! So hard! So many cunts to choose from! In the end, I had a shortlist of scabs and Ed Milliband. Then I realised that they weren't mutually exclusive, so...

CONGRATULATIONS ED MILLIBAND AND PICKET LINE CROSSERS!
Your lack of support, your blind, slavish devotion to the bollocks the Daily Mail spouts is not only disgusting, it undermines those of us who are actually trying to make a difference here. Please fuck off and have a long hard word with yourselves. You can come back when you understand what unity means. Until then you have my deep and undying revulsion.

Happy New Year everyone. Keep fighting xxx