Long post: Your local government
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well, not yours probably, but it could well be they are all pretty much the same. This post: http://www.codeproject.com/Messages/3621258/Re-fire-fighting-fees.aspx[^] prompted mine. Way back in the days of y2k, I was working as an IT technician for a Social Services department. I was sent to set up the IT needed for a "conference" held by the deputy director of the department. The aim was ostensibly good: Teenagers in the care homes were given the opportunity to give presentations to local councillors about life in the homes. This gave the wee'uns a chance to feel important and help build their confidence, and it should have raised the profile of the homes whilst reinforcing the fact that real children, rather than statistics, live there and the problems / successes they find. So far so noble. Enter the councillors. Given the opportunity to spend time with the children or the councillors, any sane would have chosen the kids. The councillors were constantly demanding (really like three year olds). They were all used to the council workers kow-towing and getting their own way like spoiled brats, the behaved like this with the kids too. Meanwhile the children were very well behaved but in fairness the homes hadn't sent the more difficult ones. Then, what I assumed was a only bag lady came in. She could only communicate in a series of grunts (honestly!), but it turns out she was an old hand in the local oligarchy and had been a councillor for years. The conference went on, the councillors looked bored throughout, eventually it finished. As the conference ended I left with the deputy director, I noticed a huge table of food (easily enough for the whole group) layed out. I said "At least the kids will get a decent spread out of it". All I got was an incredulous and saddened look along with the answer "no they won't, they've got a packed lunch from the homes, this is for the councillors". My last and abiding memory is that of Cllr. Grunt stuffing her face with pork pie, getting there was probably the only time she moved quickly in years.
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well, not yours probably, but it could well be they are all pretty much the same. This post: http://www.codeproject.com/Messages/3621258/Re-fire-fighting-fees.aspx[^] prompted mine. Way back in the days of y2k, I was working as an IT technician for a Social Services department. I was sent to set up the IT needed for a "conference" held by the deputy director of the department. The aim was ostensibly good: Teenagers in the care homes were given the opportunity to give presentations to local councillors about life in the homes. This gave the wee'uns a chance to feel important and help build their confidence, and it should have raised the profile of the homes whilst reinforcing the fact that real children, rather than statistics, live there and the problems / successes they find. So far so noble. Enter the councillors. Given the opportunity to spend time with the children or the councillors, any sane would have chosen the kids. The councillors were constantly demanding (really like three year olds). They were all used to the council workers kow-towing and getting their own way like spoiled brats, the behaved like this with the kids too. Meanwhile the children were very well behaved but in fairness the homes hadn't sent the more difficult ones. Then, what I assumed was a only bag lady came in. She could only communicate in a series of grunts (honestly!), but it turns out she was an old hand in the local oligarchy and had been a councillor for years. The conference went on, the councillors looked bored throughout, eventually it finished. As the conference ended I left with the deputy director, I noticed a huge table of food (easily enough for the whole group) layed out. I said "At least the kids will get a decent spread out of it". All I got was an incredulous and saddened look along with the answer "no they won't, they've got a packed lunch from the homes, this is for the councillors". My last and abiding memory is that of Cllr. Grunt stuffing her face with pork pie, getting there was probably the only time she moved quickly in years.
Hey, guess what, people are cunts. And the further up the food chain you go the more cuntish they are. I would like to smash the stupid fat ignorant lazy selfish pompous bigoted faces of those councillors in. Fucking cunts! Fuck em! Its hypoctitical priks like these that make me totally reject society for all its bullshit and lies. Wait untill we get power then we will show the world what integrity means! ANARCHY IN THE UK! John Lyden got it right. Fuck the cunts!
Morality is indistinguishable from social proscription
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well, not yours probably, but it could well be they are all pretty much the same. This post: http://www.codeproject.com/Messages/3621258/Re-fire-fighting-fees.aspx[^] prompted mine. Way back in the days of y2k, I was working as an IT technician for a Social Services department. I was sent to set up the IT needed for a "conference" held by the deputy director of the department. The aim was ostensibly good: Teenagers in the care homes were given the opportunity to give presentations to local councillors about life in the homes. This gave the wee'uns a chance to feel important and help build their confidence, and it should have raised the profile of the homes whilst reinforcing the fact that real children, rather than statistics, live there and the problems / successes they find. So far so noble. Enter the councillors. Given the opportunity to spend time with the children or the councillors, any sane would have chosen the kids. The councillors were constantly demanding (really like three year olds). They were all used to the council workers kow-towing and getting their own way like spoiled brats, the behaved like this with the kids too. Meanwhile the children were very well behaved but in fairness the homes hadn't sent the more difficult ones. Then, what I assumed was a only bag lady came in. She could only communicate in a series of grunts (honestly!), but it turns out she was an old hand in the local oligarchy and had been a councillor for years. The conference went on, the councillors looked bored throughout, eventually it finished. As the conference ended I left with the deputy director, I noticed a huge table of food (easily enough for the whole group) layed out. I said "At least the kids will get a decent spread out of it". All I got was an incredulous and saddened look along with the answer "no they won't, they've got a packed lunch from the homes, this is for the councillors". My last and abiding memory is that of Cllr. Grunt stuffing her face with pork pie, getting there was probably the only time she moved quickly in years.
Yea sorry, I got a bit off-topic there. Your experience with the councilors [firefox tells me it's with 1 L?] does not surprise me.. But how about this, our local government "has ties with" real estate mobsters (real estate mobsters are in the local government) I'm sure it's handy, clearing those pesky land use plans out of the way. It's common knowledge, but no one does anything about it. Not much anyway. For some reason unknown to me, they got 5 seats too many(more than zero) at this years elections (down from 7 previously). Can you beat that? :)
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well, not yours probably, but it could well be they are all pretty much the same. This post: http://www.codeproject.com/Messages/3621258/Re-fire-fighting-fees.aspx[^] prompted mine. Way back in the days of y2k, I was working as an IT technician for a Social Services department. I was sent to set up the IT needed for a "conference" held by the deputy director of the department. The aim was ostensibly good: Teenagers in the care homes were given the opportunity to give presentations to local councillors about life in the homes. This gave the wee'uns a chance to feel important and help build their confidence, and it should have raised the profile of the homes whilst reinforcing the fact that real children, rather than statistics, live there and the problems / successes they find. So far so noble. Enter the councillors. Given the opportunity to spend time with the children or the councillors, any sane would have chosen the kids. The councillors were constantly demanding (really like three year olds). They were all used to the council workers kow-towing and getting their own way like spoiled brats, the behaved like this with the kids too. Meanwhile the children were very well behaved but in fairness the homes hadn't sent the more difficult ones. Then, what I assumed was a only bag lady came in. She could only communicate in a series of grunts (honestly!), but it turns out she was an old hand in the local oligarchy and had been a councillor for years. The conference went on, the councillors looked bored throughout, eventually it finished. As the conference ended I left with the deputy director, I noticed a huge table of food (easily enough for the whole group) layed out. I said "At least the kids will get a decent spread out of it". All I got was an incredulous and saddened look along with the answer "no they won't, they've got a packed lunch from the homes, this is for the councillors". My last and abiding memory is that of Cllr. Grunt stuffing her face with pork pie, getting there was probably the only time she moved quickly in years.
I can't answer for the post you made, but I have been asked to been a councillor for local town. Families count.
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well, not yours probably, but it could well be they are all pretty much the same. This post: http://www.codeproject.com/Messages/3621258/Re-fire-fighting-fees.aspx[^] prompted mine. Way back in the days of y2k, I was working as an IT technician for a Social Services department. I was sent to set up the IT needed for a "conference" held by the deputy director of the department. The aim was ostensibly good: Teenagers in the care homes were given the opportunity to give presentations to local councillors about life in the homes. This gave the wee'uns a chance to feel important and help build their confidence, and it should have raised the profile of the homes whilst reinforcing the fact that real children, rather than statistics, live there and the problems / successes they find. So far so noble. Enter the councillors. Given the opportunity to spend time with the children or the councillors, any sane would have chosen the kids. The councillors were constantly demanding (really like three year olds). They were all used to the council workers kow-towing and getting their own way like spoiled brats, the behaved like this with the kids too. Meanwhile the children were very well behaved but in fairness the homes hadn't sent the more difficult ones. Then, what I assumed was a only bag lady came in. She could only communicate in a series of grunts (honestly!), but it turns out she was an old hand in the local oligarchy and had been a councillor for years. The conference went on, the councillors looked bored throughout, eventually it finished. As the conference ended I left with the deputy director, I noticed a huge table of food (easily enough for the whole group) layed out. I said "At least the kids will get a decent spread out of it". All I got was an incredulous and saddened look along with the answer "no they won't, they've got a packed lunch from the homes, this is for the councillors". My last and abiding memory is that of Cllr. Grunt stuffing her face with pork pie, getting there was probably the only time she moved quickly in years.
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well, not yours probably, but it could well be they are all pretty much the same. This post: http://www.codeproject.com/Messages/3621258/Re-fire-fighting-fees.aspx[^] prompted mine. Way back in the days of y2k, I was working as an IT technician for a Social Services department. I was sent to set up the IT needed for a "conference" held by the deputy director of the department. The aim was ostensibly good: Teenagers in the care homes were given the opportunity to give presentations to local councillors about life in the homes. This gave the wee'uns a chance to feel important and help build their confidence, and it should have raised the profile of the homes whilst reinforcing the fact that real children, rather than statistics, live there and the problems / successes they find. So far so noble. Enter the councillors. Given the opportunity to spend time with the children or the councillors, any sane would have chosen the kids. The councillors were constantly demanding (really like three year olds). They were all used to the council workers kow-towing and getting their own way like spoiled brats, the behaved like this with the kids too. Meanwhile the children were very well behaved but in fairness the homes hadn't sent the more difficult ones. Then, what I assumed was a only bag lady came in. She could only communicate in a series of grunts (honestly!), but it turns out she was an old hand in the local oligarchy and had been a councillor for years. The conference went on, the councillors looked bored throughout, eventually it finished. As the conference ended I left with the deputy director, I noticed a huge table of food (easily enough for the whole group) layed out. I said "At least the kids will get a decent spread out of it". All I got was an incredulous and saddened look along with the answer "no they won't, they've got a packed lunch from the homes, this is for the councillors". My last and abiding memory is that of Cllr. Grunt stuffing her face with pork pie, getting there was probably the only time she moved quickly in years.
I got involved in politics a few years back and hated every minute of it: I pulled out and didn't pursue it.
"If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." Red Adair. nils illegitimus carborundum me, me, me
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I got involved in politics a few years back and hated every minute of it: I pulled out and didn't pursue it.
"If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." Red Adair. nils illegitimus carborundum me, me, me
digital man wrote:
I got involved in politics a few years back and hated every minute of it: I pulled out and didn't pursue it.
Was she that ugly? :-D
Proud to have finally moved to the A-Ark. Which one are you in?
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digital man wrote:
I got involved in politics a few years back and hated every minute of it: I pulled out and didn't pursue it.
Was she that ugly? :-D
Proud to have finally moved to the A-Ark. Which one are you in?
Author of the Guardians Saga (Sci-Fi/Fantasy novels)Ian Shlasko wrote:
Was she that ugly?
Ah yes she was extremely fugly... :-)
"If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." Red Adair. nils illegitimus carborundum me, me, me
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digital man wrote:
I got involved in politics a few years back and hated every minute of it: I pulled out and didn't pursue it.
Was she that ugly? :-D
Proud to have finally moved to the A-Ark. Which one are you in?
Author of the Guardians Saga (Sci-Fi/Fantasy novels)Ian Shlasko wrote:
Was she that ugly? Big Grin
You made me gag cough with that one. :laugh:
That's called seagull management (or sometimes pigeon management)... Fly in, flap your arms and squawk a lot, crap all over everything and fly out again... by _Damian S_
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Ian Shlasko wrote:
Was she that ugly? Big Grin
You made me gag cough with that one. :laugh:
That's called seagull management (or sometimes pigeon management)... Fly in, flap your arms and squawk a lot, crap all over everything and fly out again... by _Damian S_
I aim to please. (That's what she said!)
Proud to have finally moved to the A-Ark. Which one are you in?
Author of the Guardians Saga (Sci-Fi/Fantasy novels) -
I got involved in politics a few years back and hated every minute of it: I pulled out and didn't pursue it.
"If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." Red Adair. nils illegitimus carborundum me, me, me
What level of politics were you involved with?
That's called seagull management (or sometimes pigeon management)... Fly in, flap your arms and squawk a lot, crap all over everything and fly out again... by _Damian S_
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What level of politics were you involved with?
That's called seagull management (or sometimes pigeon management)... Fly in, flap your arms and squawk a lot, crap all over everything and fly out again... by _Damian S_
National.
"If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." Red Adair. nils illegitimus carborundum me, me, me
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I aim to please. (That's what she said!)
Proud to have finally moved to the A-Ark. Which one are you in?
Author of the Guardians Saga (Sci-Fi/Fantasy novels)Ian Shlasko wrote:
I aim to please.
Then you're just trying to hard
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digital man wrote:
I got involved in politics a few years back and hated every minute of it: I pulled out and didn't pursue it.
Was she that ugly? :-D
Proud to have finally moved to the A-Ark. Which one are you in?
Author of the Guardians Saga (Sci-Fi/Fantasy novels)Didn't you know that govt. just screws you?