A snippet

During a quiet moment earlier on, old allatsea happened upon the following snippet in the beautifully titled, Daily Gripe. It airs a few thoughts about our burgeoning and benefit quaffing underclass rather well.
 

"The summer has begun and with it comes the underclass mating season in all its glory: shirts off, car windows down, obnoxious music blaring across peaceful gardens, cheap alcohol and no regard for anyone other than themselves.  The underclass brats will be up until midnight causing havoc in the street, while whichever ‘uncle’ is impregnating their mother gives them their first taste of strong lager at 5 years old.

On Monday, back at school the kids will tired and listless, while acres of disgusting pink flesh gets put on display like some tribal ritual.  It must be time to subject the underclass to some kind of curfew so that decent, working people can enjoy the nice weather without the grunting and shouting that passes for communication amongst this sub-species.            
They aren’t human in the real sense of the word, and until someone finds a use for them (drug testing? cancer research? a sterilisation programme?) then they should be kept locked up out of the way during those hours where working people need rest and relaxation.  They can come out during week days, and spend my tax money in their pubs if they must, but I don’t want to see or her from them in the evenings or at weekends."

Hear hear fellow griper, encore.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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