Rant number 84
Inadvertently - despite my best efforts to the contrary, almost every weekend I need to go into town for one reason or another. Today I needed to buy some trousers and pick up some post - nothing particularly exotic.
As I headed towards the post office however, the faint tones of a bull-horn could be heard: spitting rhetoric of great banality into the atmosphere and - to my ear canal.
Today, it was people talking about the 'slave labour' that is forced upon the 'poor' long term doll monkeys. Although this rant is not about this issue or those who contest it, I do feel that some important points must be stated:
Firstly: although I do not feel that anyone should have to work force nearly nout - those who have been long term unemployed are evidently lacking in experience - something that this scheme should be able to offer.
Secondly: decisions of this sort are made at head office level, not in individual stores (they were outside of Primark.)
Thirdly: No-one likes to listen to a pretentious, self important, trumped up, rhetoric reciting little wanker.
Despite the fact that, to a certain extent I do agree with some of the points he made - the way he was presenting them got right up my nose. I felt like going and crushing his logic with my own (a feat which I feel I am more than capable of.)
The thing is, someone like this is out every weekend, adding to the misery that is town on Saturday. Always with a clipboard, a bullhorn & a badly printed set of signs & posters (I actually wonder if there is some kind of 'pissing people off in town on Saturday' kit for hire?)
Its usually some protest group of some sort, students about fees, socialists against society, midgets about heightism possibly? I faze it out and find it just exasperating.
Why don't they take the protest somewhere where it matters. This government have proved completely that they don't read petitions, regardless of how many signatures you can irritate out of people.
So - just stop!
Rant over.
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