2 years ago

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I want to be sick

So, here’s the thing. It used to be that working for free was a selfless, lovely thing you did, sacrificing your time and time value of money to help people generally more needy than you. Someone who is a volunteer is universally considered to have an aura to them that is nice, non-capitalist, etc.

It started happening a few years ago, up in the upper echelons. You can get rich darlings to work for free instead of covering their expenses. Daddy will pay for it. Plus if its free we get the right kind of person. So unpaid internships at top firms, PR and magazines were born. 

Then the spineless, hybrid monster of the coalition comes to power and we get ‘workfare’, where if you are long term unemployed (in the worst recession for nearly 100 years) you are forced to work for free for the likes of Tesco and Poundland, stacking shelves of value tomatoes and single cans that proclaim ‘not to be sold separately’ for an interview and a line on the CV. 

Then finally, it comes to this, the bread and circuses bullshit of the jubilee is stewarded by people on Workfare or ‘apprenticeship’ wages of £2.88 per hour, bussed in from outside London and told to sleep under a bridge, so as to guard the ‘river pageant’ in the pouring rain for a woman who looks bored as anything and who believes its her God-given right to live off our toil and adoration in a country that barely believes in God anymore. People from 4 or 5 hours away bussed in overnight and told you do this, or we take away your future opportunity to escape having to work for free when we decide to cut a corner and not hire fully qualified people who might want a proper fucking wage to stop the drunks falling into the river. 

I hate this country, I hate this government, I hate that after 2 years of counter-intuitive bullshit austerity that has never worked, never fucking worked for any fucking economy, (Japan is still patiently sitting on 0% interest rates 17 fucking years after attempting it) everything good that was done post-war is being taken to the knackers yard. Libraries, forests, the safety net, universities and then finally my beloved NHS. I’ve read those papers you know, I’ve read the theoretical research you’re basing this bollocks on, you people who don’t understand the the First and Second Welfare Theories aren’t real - there is no such thing as perfect competition, there’s no such thing as a Walrasian equilibrium, there’s no perfect information and there never will be so all the assumptions holding them are never going to be true. You can’t solve social welfare by letting the markets handle it (first theory) even if you equalised everyone’s initial endowments (second theory). 

Not to mention that Full Fact broke down what the monarchy contributes, and look at the intangible assets and their wishy-washy bollocks. Hundreds of years ago we made a good investment into pretty architecture and this is what people come for. Anyone who doesn’t think we could make a further pretty penny by turning the castles and palaces into the greatest National Trust properties is sorely mistaken.

I honestly worry that we will need another devastating, generation destroying war to bring these social forces for good back. 

2 years ago

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High Quality
Now, here’s some nerdiness. Yes, that IS the gold cup from ‘A Jubilee Present’.
For those who don’t know the Raffles stories inside and out, this story takes place in the diamond jubilee year of Queen Victoria (long may she reign), and Raffles, fed up with his stolen jewels depreciating like crazy, (much like any modern person trying to resell a diamond), plots to steal from the ‘room of gold’ at the British Museum, melt it down and innocently cash it in at the Bank of England. A flawless plan, as you might imagine, especially in the days before CCTV.
Raffles and Bunny go to the museum to scope out whats there, but when the perfect opportunity avails them they steal the most intricate and gorgeous thing there, a gold cup telling of the life and martyrdom of Saint Agnes. 
Rather than melting it down however, Raffles instead sends to the Queen as a jubilee present. In a biscuit tin, wrapped in newspaper and brown paper.
Its one of the most charming of the Raffles stories, and we literally had no idea that the cup was real until a couple of days before we went to London.
Now, obviously in fiction things are different. The cup is listed as being in room 43 in the book - its actually in room 40, Medieval Europe. Strange that in 115 years the cup has only moved 3 rooms, and we’re here again in another diamond jubilee year for a female monarch.
Alas, there could be no stealing a present for the Queen this time round. Multiple guards and probably CCTV and pressure sensors out of the wazoo - plus it was half term. So instead we went to see the mummies.

Now, here’s some nerdiness. Yes, that IS the gold cup from ‘A Jubilee Present’.

For those who don’t know the Raffles stories inside and out, this story takes place in the diamond jubilee year of Queen Victoria (long may she reign), and Raffles, fed up with his stolen jewels depreciating like crazy, (much like any modern person trying to resell a diamond), plots to steal from the ‘room of gold’ at the British Museum, melt it down and innocently cash it in at the Bank of England. A flawless plan, as you might imagine, especially in the days before CCTV.

Raffles and Bunny go to the museum to scope out whats there, but when the perfect opportunity avails them they steal the most intricate and gorgeous thing there, a gold cup telling of the life and martyrdom of Saint Agnes

Rather than melting it down however, Raffles instead sends to the Queen as a jubilee present. In a biscuit tin, wrapped in newspaper and brown paper.

Its one of the most charming of the Raffles stories, and we literally had no idea that the cup was real until a couple of days before we went to London.

Now, obviously in fiction things are different. The cup is listed as being in room 43 in the book - its actually in room 40, Medieval Europe. Strange that in 115 years the cup has only moved 3 rooms, and we’re here again in another diamond jubilee year for a female monarch.

Alas, there could be no stealing a present for the Queen this time round. Multiple guards and probably CCTV and pressure sensors out of the wazoo - plus it was half term. So instead we went to see the mummies.