Suffer The Little Children

With the unions crushed many years ago, it’s become the norm in this country for employers to dictate long working hours and increasingly poor working conditions.

It hasn’t been uncommon for me in my “career” to work for companies who don’t fulfil their contractual obligations and don’t bother providing facilities that match the legal standard.

Basically, the whip hand has been taken up by companies who have found themselves able to force people to place work, rather than family at the centre of their lives.

Can’t work overtime? Well, we know a guy who can. You know what I’m talking about.

Of course that’s all well and good until you read something like this.

To have lower child welfare standards than countries who have only recently emerged from behind the Iron Curtain is beyond shameful.

Unfortunately, my daughter is extremely close to being one of the 16% of kids living in a household that earns less than half the national average wage, that despite the fact that I have a full time job.

But at least she has a house – child poverty has doubled since 1979. Doubled.

What a disgrace, and all so our slave masters can buy themselves slightly fancier Mercs, Jags and Bentleys.

And it’s yet another entry in the catalogue of abject failures of our Government, who’d rather spend money on a racist war than on the nation’s lifeblood.

A country that doesn’t look after its children isn’t just neglectful, it’s insane – raising healthy, happy people should be the number one concern of any nation. Failing to do so endangers the very notion of a stable society.

But instead we have given ourselves over to churning out chattle for the bosses, to “staying competitive”.

Well, here’s one contest we performed pretty shambolically in eh?

Money or people? How hard a choice is that?