Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Biting my tongue no longer
After this, we now get this: "Gay squash club's £6k grant for lesbians".
Thus we are told that Britain's first gay squash club has been given a £6,500 government grant to help recruit lesbian and transgender players to the sport. The cash from Sport England will also be used encourage bisexuals to take advantage of free coaching sessions, as well as funding new equipment.
4Play Squash, based at the Finsbury Leisure Centre, in Camden, north London, was formed 21 years ago. Its committee secured the Sport England money by promising to "help develop squash in the gay community … particularly gay women".
Enough! We've held our tongues for so long, letting the equality industry have its way, allowing it to create a moral equivalence between this sterile, unnatural state and normal human relationships. But it is going too far when we actually have to pay to promote it as well. Doubtless this is not the first time our patience and money has been so abused, but this is wholly, completely totally unacceptable.
There is a word in the English vocabulary – it is "backlash". It starts here and now. We have had enough of this, more than enough. Sow seeds, reap whirlwinds ... simples.
Meanwhile, The Daily Mash does what it does best ... taking the mick out of the mick-takers. And yes, of course, this is a tiny amount of waste compared with the torrent of public money pouring down the drain. Only today we learn, through successive mismanagement, PFI schemes with a capital value of £56 billion are to cost taxpayers £229 billion over the next sixty years.
Against that, £6,500 isn't even the decimal point on a rounding error, but the payment is somehow symptomatic of a public administration that has lost the will to live. This is an administration which has the greatest of difficulty collecting the bins on time (or at all), mending the roads, keeping the streets free of rats (of the four-legged variety), and catching the burglars, yet there is public money to spare for this sort of thing.
And, in only a few weeks now, the bills for Council Tax will start plopping through the letter boxes - the administrative classes with their hands out for more, to feed their voracious appetites for salaries, expenses, comfortable offices and generous pensions.
None of the slime, at local - and especially national - level have the guts to come to the doors with their hands out for payment, like honest traders. They have their debt collection agencies, their bailiffs, their uniformed police thugs, their tame magistrates and their prisons to do their work for them, to distance themselves from their own crimes and neglect - and contempt for the people they are supposed to serve.
But, as they will yet find, you can take the piss out of all of the people some of the time, and some of the people all of the time. But you can't take the piss out of all of the people all of the time. Some of us tend to get a tad upset.