Now, she sadly has changed the password, from @orwell2025 ('working class hero'ine')

 which may seem contrary to one of the 'rules' of life: " nobody any more knows as even dodgy Dickens did i believe, that if you look into somebody else's correspondence, no need to state 'private' it's just being sane to leave their letters or even texts to them...until they decide to share and if they don't that's the rule, you aren't invited to..."

But there you go merely to advise of a completely hopeless but very interesting ongoing the last 3 months ultra interesting scenario which certainly 'shows' up' the bigwigs, or rather as nothing's changed, the 'posh'...  and could be a GREAT little article for her to have written up, of course... well  that's the thing if you don't communicate anything, sane and decent, one is a child...even at that middle age, sadly..

I thought there was some progress...

If you have kids no matter what THEY (sadly maybe even drunkardly - NOT me! someone else's problem a mature person, me, tries to advise upon as these things are universal, cause and effect) rant at you, your responsibility is to try and say something useful about the society they have inherited.  Maybe even to deflect their ranting at nobody except into the silly phone theyve been brainwashed, ever matters.

Anyway if one were to be George Orwell in Down and Out attempting to speak with the tramp class  you or he could say, " ehh theres this great book...its about YOUR 'class'  - written by a man who worked among you, far more 'you' than i can ever be....  he satirised the bosses, the shit builders you will have been forced by them to be... the hypocrite death cult called the church....  and infact i know  we can't go on about your little booboo chapter 2 written in 1903 or even earlier is about BREXIT in 2016 indeed is Farage before someone gave him a  range rover... but all that is detail and opinion, fact is that as we speak many thousand of you poor tramp class, the ones with roofs,  are reading it.. whether from the penny library or whatever they called subsidised libraries for the whiffier ones... 

...and the unions would give out are giving out free copies when those in work join...  and by the next decade so so many will have read it either borrowed or even if the only book on the paupers' bookshelves it will be said to have such a deep real effect that this load of toffs even when he 'wins the war' the big fat cigar addict, will be booted out ... don't be cynics a good yarn well written with the added spice he never knew it was even finished and detypod by his lass her having found it in the skip his landlord just like Skippy adored to waste  her tenants' stuff when they expired cos...she....could...and was a sad little suburban bitchywitchy from Hemmel who even would claim the VAT back on her twixes in the 80s as the photographic arts based chronicle will one day show....... who then went and had them publish it three years after he died.... 

 ... a good book can actually be read by at least half the 'working class' and cause change such that they booted out the posh lot... 

And said tramps would entirely accept that their kind were able to read, figure reality, and make mature decisions upon what they learned....  even if  said book, was missing a few pages and smelled of cabbage it was mixed in with in the pub bin..."

This 'working class' which doesnt exist, despite the rather overTwixed woman demanding it must 

, nowadays...

well, for 16 years at times i monitor from the 'inside' the actual trampclass...

And it is so so interesting, even if as boring as infinity renamed itself The Black Hole and got lost within its fat greedy self.. where no light or even a book or a real thought can escape its 'event horizon' into the rest of reality.

So, yes... polemic is so dull, stories are all we have, and nobody at all in YUK can ever say " i actually gave 99% of my awaking hours to the full job all round betterment in every way for my/our kid....  and knew that wasn't about  getting a better deal off Radio rentals for the rented Tv or expensive footy shirt a real parent explains even if it takes years, why their mates are being used by parasitical business classes who pretend to like football as they can stop off at the whorehouse on the way home back to their  leafier burbs... or use it as protection come some imaginary 'class war' in the vein of 'we support the same team' as Mad nonexistant- lower-class Maxwell is about to bring down the hammer from his very very expensive souped up quad.... and stupid homoerotic leather  jerkin BDSM gear if my memory serves me rightly ... trying to out-dandy the actual money always ...

actual poor peeps pukkapauper of mind, wear the cheap stuff always no matter what as they know  the posher clobber is all an artifice that gets in the way of all that matters, the actual politics

which is based on a few good lines of rhetoric even the 45 Reds got some of them in for gods sake...

Anyway sit among the supposed paupers for a while and it becomes apparent immediately how absurdly fussy they are ..

indeed just as snobbish as the official snobs

 

to be cont...it gets far more interesting even if i don't really know what to say as all that matters no 'working class' user would understand is there are only two, those of us who deflected (mustn't say 'sacrificed' or the self pity brigade will get a cheap thrill maybe even better than from using one of their arm 'tools' on themselves)very second of ones earning capacity to a kid no matter what state she is ion...and the others who waste their cash on ridiculously overpriced footie shirts and tattoos...

ahh yes in case i die during lunchtime nap, what a great line....

though it has to be woven in to the ultimate i am still stuck in a theme from a few days ago....

exemplar.... take a zoologists lad, and a lad who decides to go to Polly to study that 'calling'...

and compare them. 

The one who thinks he is going to be almost the ultimate kind of artists,  is only an "arrogant" pinprick of a man...

ahhh what was the line earlier in my head i am never off duty of courseyou couldn't say to the bourgeoismoaning betwixxed class " i get up every day no matter what at about 5ish  and see if there is something can be done or said even if no battery to do so til the BeTwixxen time of getting up at 7 or 8... " as they have brainwashed themSELVES into knowing there's nothing to get up for as they dont always put kids first no matter what...

the line ehh....

 that 'calling' (Hard as someone she studied 'it'too - its more dangerous than even ten Harveys lined up with hard hats at a big new fancy towerblock site pondering what design,  they can make within the penthouse.....).well ... if you get one of their pinpricks in you...it never ends well ....for the recipient of it...

as events seem to confirm dear girl

...to be cont....

very obscure for now just because i can..... 

be for now