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Editorial See other Editorial Articles Title: Fuck the Public Sector If one were to—hypothetically—shoot every other public-sector worker in the back of the head, I believe you would not notice a single blip, hiccup, or ripple in the country’s operation. Things might very well improve, including our national finances. The state sector is the chief vehicle by which the witless, the retarded, and the pathologically lazy can find employment. They produce nothing, they do nothing, they mean nothing. It is why the political left embraces them and why they in turn cling to the political left—all at the poor bloody taxpayer’s expense. Inside the state machine, ability does not count: People are automatically elevated and rewarded with myriad and meaningless posts in diversity directorates, health and safety departments, and every other bureaucratic embolism clogging the country’s lifeblood. But the masses of time-wasting and self-serving state-sector lard-arses would have you believe their six-hour-a-day non-jobs are critical to our national prosperity and well-being. Funny how we survived long before the spendthrift lunacy of the Blair-Brown years added nearly a million of these idle inadequates to the state payroll. These are the types who are marching now, who howl resentment at the nominal budget cuts, who cannot believe that real life has so rudely intruded. How they wail and screech that they were drawn to public-sector work through a selfless love of humanity and an overweening desire to serve. I am unsure whether to retch or laugh. Few of them would survive in the environment outside—the one in which initiative and responsibility are required. “Were I to go on strike, to mount a sit-in, or to whine about what society owes me, I would starve. That is our lot in the private sector.” A teaching assistant recently complained on national radio that she had selflessly sacrificed a glittering private-sector career to do her classroom bit for the nation. Heart-rending stuff. I would put money on her being scarcely able to pick up dog shit from a sidewalk or to roll broiler chickens in a secret bread-crumb recipe. These idiots assail us everywhere. Spot the adenoidal Martian who leads the Labour opposition addressing his party faithful and the angry public-sector workers. He tells them they are loved and represent the majority. And he is utterly wrong. Such delusions are commonplace among the left. After all, various Labour placard-wavers claimed affinity with the Egyptian demonstrators of Tahrir Square. Yeah, right. Labour and their union backers are telling us that cutting the deficit is an immoral Tory conspiracy. They would say that. But stare into the abyss and consider the figures. In Britain we are heading for a trillion pounds and beyond in our national debt. We are paying well over forty billion a year in interest payments alone—as much as the entire defense budget. Those annual interest payments are anticipated to rise to eighty billion pounds within the next few years. A recent report into British policing revealed the “subsidized indolence” built into the system. The problem is endemic to the entire public sector. They know their rights and their perks and their impregnable position, and because they are not paid according to results, there is no incentive to perform. As the saying goes: If you cannot do, you teach. In fact, if you cannot teach, you teach. The records show that over the past decades only a handful of state-sector teachers have ever been sacked for incompetence. Most have to get a schoolgirl pregnant before even an eyebrow is raised. It is symptomatic of a general malaise and indifference and is a direct consequence of unionization. Wherever there is inertia and apathy and appalling waste, you will find the trade unions. Observe the private-sector companies hived off from the state—British Airways and the railways included—and they are the ones held hostage by their militant labor force, whose service and fortune and future are compromised. A week before the London Olympics, you can bet the Tube drivers will stage a walkout, even though their subway trains stop and start automatically. Every decade produces its fresh spawning of Marxist shop stewards and trade-union bosses, men who think nothing of bludgeoning the rest of us with their atavistic demands and senseless strikes. What they proclaim is democracy and workers’ rights; what they serve is their own ego and narrow self-interest. Were I to go on strike, to mount a sit-in, or to whine about what society owes me, I would starve. That is our lot in the private sector. Yet we accept this and are the ones who take the risk and create the wealth, who use our initiative and our brains to succeed in the jungle. Those sitting cushy in their state-sponsored sinecures have no excuse. They were not forced to become care workers, were not frog-marched into council-office backrooms. In the same way I decided to become a writer, they chose their particular course. So do not march or complain or voice astonishment at no longer being able to enjoy early retirement and to take us for fools. What an impertinence that the public sector might actually have to work as hard as the rest of us; what a liberty we should demand they forfeit their final salary pension schemes as we have long since done. Maybe the days of big government, Big Brother, and big spending are over. The postwar socialist experiment has failed. We wanted to create equality and instead produced dependency. We intended for a fairer system and instead fostered a lumbering, bloated bureaucracy that helped itself and no one else. From the BBC to the NHS and from Education to Welfare—empires dominated by the left—the employees are paid for by an overstretched and overtaxed public. It is time to demolish the complacency and ineptitude. State-based employment is surely the enemy of enterprise. Yet I fear the cuts will be too little and far too late and we will continue our debt-laden slide. The unions and the labor movements would love that. We must deprive them of that pleasure.
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#6. To: Dakmar (#0)
I'm dealing with useless bureaucrats now, in Amsterdam, NY. I get a letter telling me that after further review, a change of use for the building I am trying to operate from, is required for me to open for biz. So I call the guy and he says it is because the building has been vacant for over a year. Well it hasn't been vacant in 20 years and the guy just finished moving out. So the bureaucrat tells me that it is also because we plan to do retail sales and it is a commercial zone. I tell him that the occupant for the last 20 years did retail sales, the guy next door does retail sales, and the guy next to him does retail sales. So after excuse after excuse he just admits there's no real reason, but it is a simple formality that I must suffer if I want to do biz in Amsterdam.
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Yup, that's why I'm there. Amsterdam desperately needed a used tire shop, and I am filling that need. :)
#13. To: Critter (#12)
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