cynicalbastard

Let me start by reminding people that I’m a Christian. So I’m going to have to do penance for what I’m about to say (actually, one of the privileges of being a Protestant and not a heretic is, of course, I don;t have to).

By way of DK, Right For Scotland has a widely mentioned post about the underclass in Port Glasgow. For some reason, the writer seems to believe that the growth of this layabout, dope-smoking, expectorating, shellsuit encased group is to do with socialism. It’s about ’something-for-nothing’ culture and handouts and all that.

Course, that’s bollocks, and ahistorical bollocks at that. The underclass has always been with us. See Hogarth, see Dickens and Defoe, see Mayhew, see Fishman’s opus East End 1888. There have always been no-go areas, places where the gentry would require a swordstick or gun to protect themselves (hey, the shining point of Leeds, the Victoria Quarter with its Harvey Nicks and beautiful Victorian arcades was, 150 years ago, the centre for the slaughterhouses and all-night taverns, a place of depravity and vice akin to New York’s Five Points).

But, perhaps it’s got worse (or, as friend Lee points out to me, perhaps I’ve just got older). There’s no balance anymore. There’s no hope. While there was always an underclass, there too was a working class. And the latter no longer exists in the same way. With the destruction of industrial Britan, the old communities have died, and with them the support structures, the moral ‘poor but upright’ attitude, even the WEA autodidacts and the public libraries have fallen over. There’s no culture to keep these elements of society together.

And, (getting on a favourite hobby horse), the impact of fast food and crap supermarkets on the sink estates have left a significant percentage of the population without access to fresh food (and the allotment culture dying too). And the wrong food leads to criminality.

So we have the sink estates, beneath which no one can fall. And a society of casual criminality, where the taking of drugs is as normal as having a cup of tea, and where sex starts at twelve. And beyond it, no one that really cares. The churches try their best, but they’re laughed at by the underclass and by the supposed moral guardians of the nation alike. While the inhabitants breed like rats. And start to spread into the cities and into the areas of the decent, hard-working, ‘gods-fearing’.

A few years ago, one of the major Social Work magazines had to suppress a piece of research demonstrating the increasing number of genetic defects caused by the ultra-fast breeding of the untermensch (and their pocket-sized paramours)–sleeping with each other in their tower blocks, at ever younger ages, they produced children who would breed with others on the same landing as soon as they got a chance. Resulting in what Fr. Mendel would have predicted.

And the evidence is, far from what the embarassed white middle-class researchers tell you, that class is connected to all sorts of things, including domestic violence (yes, you might experience it as a chief exec’s wife, but you’re more likely to as the concubine of a lifelong unemployed jerk-off), and criminality. Oh, there are reasons, but we’ve been trying to deal with them for two hundred and more years. Perhaps its time to say, ‘fuck this, there has to be a better way.’

Never mind that social exclusion or economic deprivation does patently lead to crime. We are where we are. This is where we have to start from. If there’s a ‘class’ that has no interest in playing by the rules, then you have to decide which side you’re on, and act accordingly. Bleeding hearts won’t stop your kids being mugged.

It’s simple. We used to need the underclass–they were useful to provide the labour in times of economic growth, and the wetware in times of war (almost constant, and THAT acted as a way of keeping their numbers down). We don’t anymore. Wars (at least on our side) are fought by cowards from planes two miles up in the sky. Economic growth means more computers and more slave-labour in Calcutta.

And with the increasing bankruptcy of a nation that can’t pay back those who have worked all their lives to support it, surely we have to look around and see which mouths are expendable?

Yet, no one will face up to the issues. We would be so much better off as a nation if they were allowed to wither and die. It’s simple, a few basic rules (feel free to add your own)–

If you have more than two children by the time you’re sixteen, you can receive benefit, but you have to accept sterilisation. And so do they.

We adopt the US standard of self-defence. If you come into my home, and I didn’t ask you in, I get to shoot you. Oh, and that includes if you’re a policeman without a warrant.

If you take drugs or alcohol and go into a fit, no, you don’t get hospital treatment. Likewise if you’re obese, or a smoker, or doing anything else that’s bad for you. UNless you have the money to be treated privately. Take some fucking responsibility for your actions!

If you hit your child in public, any member of the watching crowd has the right to beat you to a pulp.

And, of course, if you wear shell-suits and don’t wash, or leggings when you’re overweight (and, yes, it is your fucking fault), anyone has the right to set fire to you.

More seriously, it’s about time we started using a word that has rightly fallen into disfavour. Eugenics. See that Vicky Pollard? She’s dead, right. Yeah, but yeah, but yeah.