Party Politics Is Not For The Filthy Poors

Here’s my background, I’m an underclass graduate with a degree in Politics and International Relations. I also unfortunately ended up sick. Being ill whilst existing as a filthy poor in modern Britain is literally the worst crime you could possibly commit, worse than murder.

Despite that, I tried my best to get on with things. I volunteered, tried to gain experience in politics but it was a complete waste of time and my mental health was destroyed in the process.

What I found was that no good wholesome respectable member of the community likes a filthy poor.

(Ill) Filthy poors with a university degree are just an abomination. I’m supposed to be hooked on Stella and knocked up with my 36th kid. Like Marmite Chocolate, I’m simply wrong.

So all I got was abuse or a door slammed in my face. The message was clear, you’re not welcomed, get lost scrounging scum. I should have known better, silly me. The rules are, born a scrounger, die a scrounger.

Left, Right, Centre, doesn’t matter. The Middle Class Gatekeepers will be there to ensure you are firmly locked out.

Let’s start with the right and work our way to the left:

So UKIP: “Parasitic underclass of scroungers.” Nuff said.

The Conservatives: Well, when their whole reason of existence is to kick those filthy poors until they’re bleeding to death, (and making themselves richer at the same time) it kinda doesn’t exactly seem like it would be very welcoming. Like don’t be surprised if you found yourself tied to a stone slab as a blood sacrifice to St Margaret Thatcher.

Liberal Democrats: I’ve had my worst experiences with Lib Dems, all the hard core Lib Dems I knew were straight up abusive. They also followed a similar Nice Guy pattern; they would be friendly to your face, you’d think they were decent good folks but would undermine you, make you look bad, steal your credit and gaslight you. The Lib Dems seem to attract abusers like a moth to the flame and yeah I know #NotAllLibDems but avoid, avoid like the plague.

Labour Party: It’s full of Privileged people who think they’re the good guys because they aren’t Tories. While they aren’t the Tories, they can be harmful too. I hated them because of two-faced corruption and unwillingness to bring in real solutions. (Shit like Iraq, housing and laying the foundations for the Tories.) I also couldn’t stand being around members who kept nauseously speaking for and over marginalized groups like their quintessential Middle Classiness knew best.

Part of the Labour Civil War is anger that Jeremy Corbyn would dare to give filthy poors a voice again. Don’t deny it, he listened while you lectured. I’ve tried giving “”””””moderates”””””” the benefit of the doubt but one of their key core differences with Corbyn is the fact they want to gift the unemployed, disabled people and other marginalized groups as a blood offering to privileged bigots, the sorts who’ll read shit like the Daily Mail or The Sun, and get sexually turned on over stories featuring dead refugees. Cause something, something centre ground.

The Green Party: I have personal experience with the Green Party and while they have some of the nicest people, unfortunately again, there are the same old wealthy abusive snobs who ruin everything and get away with it because they have more social privilege than you.

I had bad anxiety at the time due poor health/bullying/assault, I tried to overcome that and be proactive in the local party and one of the first things I did was to offer to volunteer at an event but I was frozen out, not given instructions and eventually told I should no longer go to the local party, that I should go instead to an even harder to reach sub-branch. I think I was frozen out due to being unemployed/ill. I made a firm decision not to renew my membership when I discovered a recently joined ex-Lib Dem, who campaigned for the Lib Dems before the election was boosted ahead into positions despite being a member for 2 months. No personal beef with them, but if I can’t even be accepted to help at an event, then it’s not the place for me.

I was reaffirmed in my decision when I heard working class members faced Classist abuse at the conference and in the aftermath of Brexit, among other eek stuffs.

You can’t say I haven’t tried, because I did. I even tried when I was near my lowest. You just can’t penetrate certain spheres if you’re not a member of an acceptable group. It’s simply not permitted.

I’m a lazy jobless bum, the only thing I am allowed to be is a scrounger. Essentially I should be a Victorian freak show attraction on an awful Channel 5 show to entertain depraved watchers.

So when parties talk of the poor, the marginalized and the social ladder, it’s all one big joke to me. All of them are complicit in various degrees of destroying social mobility, marginalizing the impoverished and ignoring/creating the degradation and neglect imposed on us. When we attempt to speak within, we are ignored and harassed out.

And why would it change?

Britain’s rigid social structure means the Gatekeeping Middle Class has to use every dirty tactic to keep their undeserving crumbs safe, if a filthy poor gets a hold of a crumb, that’s less for them, and they’re too servile and uninspiring to think otherwise. They, and their leash holding masters, must speak for us because we lack the intelligence. They consider us brutish, uncultured and forever inexperienced.

The truth is, there must be scroungers so that privileged mediocrity can thrive unchallenged and unthreatened.