Living in the country that dreams of made of.

I’m privileged, lucky if you will, to live in such a country as England, the United Kingdom. If I’m sick, the state will care for me, if I need educating, the state will pay for me, and if I find myself suddenly homeless, jobless and on the streets, the state will provide for me. So why, if I have all these privileges, do I feel so ashamed to be called British on this day?

What I once saw as a proud and noble country, I now see as the lap dog to a greater power.

The first time I ever voted, I voted for new labour. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I was young and voting was a big step into the world of adulthood for me, the fact that I wasn’t educated enough to make the right decision didn’t phase me, I just wanted to vote.

But now, now is a different story. It seems that every time I turn on the television or read the newspaper, I wince as another sordid tale of corruption or shake my head at another government blunder is revealed.

The most recent events that come to mind are;

• The revelations that paedophiles have been cleared to work in our schools.
• The release of hundreds of foreign criminals back into British society when they should have been deported.
• Family tax credits being miscalculated resulting in £2 billion worth of overspending (and the government has the audacity to ask people to pay it back! Do the calculations right first time)
• Labour ‘rewarding’ donors with peerages
• NHS having to cut jobs (What?)
• The rarity of NHS dentists (also known as the NHS dodo)
• Old two jags affair with his secretary (oh dear lord was she blind deaf and stupid?)
• Crime, crime, crime and more crime. Criminals released early to re-offend, people on probation committing murder, light sentencing..

I could go on and on, but you get the point. It’s all just sleaze and incompetence.