Grant Ships?

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OK, so now we have the default Tory response to the current industrial unrest [an unfortunate blanket term, rooted in the past] in all its ignominious glory: bash the unions and defame the strikers as, I kid you not, Bolsheviks: yes folks, the Tory back benches are really showing their true colours today. Bolsheviks, Lefties, Trots: we've heard all the epithets and more, over the years. It's about time that such terms be proscribed as unparliamentary language. We deserve far better from the government, and from parliamentary procedure: calling out the opposition in such manner is equivalent to the opposition openly characterizing the Tories as Fascists.

This partiality of protocol needs stamping on, pronto: the disparities of rhetorical affordance evident between one side of the house and the other are starting to not only annoy [me, and many, many more like me], but look increasingly like deliberate institutional bias. Debate is debate: both sides have to have an equal starting point and a level playing field. Unfortunately, in our skewed perversion of a democracy, this is not the case; with one side characterized as the natural party of government, and all others as dangerous radicals, out to destroy society [which doesn't actually exist, according to Thatcherite doctrine] and ruin the lives of 'ordinary' people.

Why we have to put up with the confection, touted by the government, that the very people striking for their livelihoods, are not in some way, those very 'ordinary' people themselves; is totally beyond me. But, as always, the Tories plough on, legislating against basic freedoms whilst ignoring the real issues at hand: hitting the vulnerable in the service of their electoral acolytes. These people are beyond shameless. These people are fundamentally, morally, indefensible, in every respect. Remember, that Grant Shapps was the minister that actually contracted a ferry company that didn't have any boats. Says it all, really: this twonk is now telling the population and the trade unions that they're wrong. Do me a favour...

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