I’m far too old to be subject to this, but I cannot emphasise how strongly the government could fuck right off if they wanted to draft me.
For one thing, the government doesn’t own us. We’re not things to be deployed as they see fit. We own them. We pay for them, and their jobs come and go at our discretion.
For another, fuck all the way off with this “national spirit” shit. You know how you build national spirit? Build a nation that people are actually proud of and want to live in. If we had any solidarity amongst ourselves during the pandemic, it was because we had to band together to get through the crisis because the government was doing fuck all to help. Or was actively endangering people to generate money for business with things like Eat Out To Help Out, which was spearheaded by… Rishi Sunak.
Thirdly, fuck off even further with volunteering with the Police, Fire and NHS. AKA the services that we pay for with our fucking taxes that they’re supposed to administrate, but instead apparently the plan is to piss all the money away on nothing, make us still pay for it, and then force us to work for them for free to keep them fucking running.
Fuck. Right. Off. I will go to prison before I participate in this fucking nonsense.
Mate I think you would like the badge I have on my leather jacket which has the union flag with the caption “FUCK ME LIKE THE GOVERNMENT” across it.
Now I wonder how many grandparents out there are looking at their grandkids and thinking “these little fuckers need a bit of WAR” because that’s the only people that want this.
Fuck this jug-eared midget, I hope he gets cancer.
A military recruiter (I don’t remember which branch) spent most of one summer in the 80s trying to phone me while I was home from university. The first time, I was out but my mom told him I wasn’t interested. The second time, she told him – truthfully – that I was busy and couldn’t take his call but that I also wasn’t interested. The third time, she suggested that I tell him myself so that he could stop wasting everyone’s time. That conversation started something like “Hello, I mean no disrespect, but you don’t want me in your organization. I speak Russian for a reason.” He agreed.
I’m far too old to be subject to this, but I cannot emphasise how strongly the government could fuck right off if they wanted to draft me.
For one thing, the government doesn’t own us. We’re not things to be deployed as they see fit. We own them. We pay for them, and their jobs come and go at our discretion.
For another, fuck all the way off with this “national spirit” shit. You know how you build national spirit? Build a nation that people are actually proud of and want to live in. If we had any solidarity amongst ourselves during the pandemic, it was because we had to band together to get through the crisis because the government was doing fuck all to help. Or was actively endangering people to generate money for business with things like Eat Out To Help Out, which was spearheaded by… Rishi Sunak.
Thirdly, fuck off even further with volunteering with the Police, Fire and NHS. AKA the services that we pay for with our fucking taxes that they’re supposed to administrate, but instead apparently the plan is to piss all the money away on nothing, make us still pay for it, and then force us to work for them for free to keep them fucking running.
Fuck. Right. Off. I will go to prison before I participate in this fucking nonsense.
They don’t piss it away on nothing – they pay friends, family and assorted neoliberals huge sums of money to piss it away on nothing.
Mate I think you would like the badge I have on my leather jacket which has the union flag with the caption “FUCK ME LIKE THE GOVERNMENT” across it.
Now I wonder how many grandparents out there are looking at their grandkids and thinking “these little fuckers need a bit of WAR” because that’s the only people that want this.
Fuck this jug-eared midget, I hope he gets cancer.
Lmaooo
From a little shop in Afflecks Palace in Manchester if anyone else wants one
I agree all the way around.
A military recruiter (I don’t remember which branch) spent most of one summer in the 80s trying to phone me while I was home from university. The first time, I was out but my mom told him I wasn’t interested. The second time, she told him – truthfully – that I was busy and couldn’t take his call but that I also wasn’t interested. The third time, she suggested that I tell him myself so that he could stop wasting everyone’s time. That conversation started something like “Hello, I mean no disrespect, but you don’t want me in your organization. I speak Russian for a reason.” He agreed.