Clairwil Fails To Make Poverty History.
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Good Evening,

I am back at work after my annual leave. God how depressing! The poor are still with us, the bus journey to work is still a terrifying ordeal. Nothing changes. Still I have set myself a deadline of two years to become good at something enjoyable- like football, then I shall skip off to a happier life.

I don't know why I do it to myself. I joined the SNP once and was honestly surprised that independence didn't follow straight after. Then I joined the SSP and fuck me, we're still a capitalist country. It's the same with my job, I got into the welfare rights game and thought 'I'll soon sort this out'. I have come to realise that there is no earthly point to my job. I might as well sit and chant 'tralala, sex on the beach, a queer hairnet' over and over again to my clients for all the notice they take of me. Today I spent ten precious minutes of my life being looked at like I was an idiot for suggesting to a young woman that she do a college course. I was genuinely trying to be helpful, she said she hated her job, I was merely trying to point out that it might just be possible to a acquire a skill and get a better one. I might as well have suggested that she turn into a bluebottle and fly about the room. See- it's all pointless.

People like me shouldn't have to work. We should receive a generous subsidy from the government to float about, go to the pub, have a read, eat cheese and chat to people. I'd be happier, more relaxed and I'd have the time to become really good at football. Right, I'm off now to write to my MP. You could click here for a sneaky blow job.

Cheerio