Saturday, 19 March 2016

Ian Duncan Smith: Twenty Shades Of Arrogance

One only has to scroll through Twitter this morning, not to mention other social media, to observe how universally despised this man was. What makes matters worse was that here was a man ~ in common with many of his Conservative cronies ~ brought up with a silver spoon in his mouth, never remotely knowing the meaning of the word 'hardship', inflicting hardship on struggling families and often with the most tragic results. The 'bedroom tax' in particular was an exercise in unadulterated spite. There have been reports in the media, which I neither credit nor discredit, claiming that harsh cuts to the social welfare system has resulted in anguish, depression, and even suicide amongst some claimants who, already struggling to make ends meet, were forced into such a tight corner that they felt there was only one way out.
What makes Smith's resignation so hypercritical is that he resigned because he believed that the welfare cuts by his colleague, George Osborne ~ no less puerile in my opinion, and again if one studies the social media, just as despised ~ were too harsh. This baffles me. Was Smith actually peeved that someone else had gazumped another act of meanness that he himself had been planning? I have a distinct feeling in my water that Mr. Osborne's resignation will not be long in coming...quickly followed by that of Jeremy Hunt. I might even venture suggest that we might have a general election soon after the EU Referendum.
What both amuses and angers me, in conclusion, was Ian Duncan Smith's lame attempts to become "one of us", not so long ago, when he 'proved' that, like some of the victims of his Ebeneezer Scrooge measures, he too could survive on a paltry £70 a week. Did he do this by moving into a council flat in Brixton, and staying here for six months and having to tear his hair out (pun intended) by the roots figuring how to fill in a housing and council tax benefits form, and how to pay the fuel bills? Did he take time to get to know and sympathise with Mrs. So-and-So next door, struggling to put food on the table for her three little ones? No, he did not.
And finally, a word about his successor as DWP Minister. Here's the opening paragraph of his Wikipedia. So far, so good, for as opposed to being your usual toffee-nosed Tory, we have a chap who knows what it's like to experience hardship:

Early life

Crabb was born in Inverness, Scotland  to Scottish and Welsh parents but was brought up in Pembrokeshire, Wales. His mother was a single parent who raised him and his two brothers on a council estate after separating from his violent father.

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