The Great Distraction: Why are we fighting each other?

 

I’ve been getting more and more annoyed with the government lately - surprise, surprise. It feels like Labour is doing their absolute best to drive a massive wedge between able-bodied people, disabled people, and the unemployed.

When I say a wedge, I mean a huge one.

In my opinion, Labour is proving to be a disgusting party. Keir Starmer and his cabinet are using these tactics to keep the spotlight off their own failures, and the saddest part? It’s working on some people.  I’ve seen people on Universal Credit being accused of being "lazy" by people who work. Here’s a reality check: a huge number of people on UC are workers. If anyone thinks being on UC gives you the "life of Riley," go give your head a wobble. It’s a safety net that’s barely holding together, not a winning lottery ticket.

The Job Snobbery

I’ve also noticed the same "weak-minded" individuals attacking people for the jobs they do:

  • "Oh, he’s useless, he works at McDonald’s."

  • "She’s pathetic, she works in Primark."

Give it a rest, honestly. You’re being arrogant and a pathetic waste of oxygen. How about growing up and leaving people be? Those people are working, earning a living, and contributing. What’s the problem?

Stop Attacking the Disabled

Then you have the people attacking others for being disabled. Just go away.

I am disabled. I own my own car - it’s a 59 plate Grand Scenic. It gets me from A to B. So what if another disabled person has a BMW or something newer? Why is that your business?

Look Up, Not Across

We are being played. While we are busy arguing over who has what car or where someone works, the government is laughing because we aren't looking at them.

The message is simple: Stop attacking the people who are just trying to survive the same system you are. Attack the lousy government that’s actually pulling the strings.

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