The last time I claimed benefits was way back in the 80s during Thatcher’s Recession and 3 million out of work. Back then I had to claim Unemployment Benefit at my local “labour exchange” and then the DSS to ratify.
From memory I received something like ÂŁ18/week, but I had to constantly show proof that I was “actively seeking work” otherwise my benefit (which only lasted 12 months before moving onto Supplementary Benefit) would be stopped or reduced.
Therefore the incentive to find work was very apparent and fortunately I found work after about 11 months of applying (by pen & paper/typewriter. No computers/internet back then)
Ever since then I’ve been fortunate enough to stay in work and contribute shit-loads of income tax and NICs.
But what I don’t understand is how some people on benefits can receives many thousands of pounds in benefits every year and not being forced into proving they’ve been “actively seeking work”
How do they get round the system? I know having kids and/or playing the mental health card are a couple of options, but I’m sure there must be millions of lazy cunts – nothing wrong with them – and yet can play the Benefits game year in year out without any rebuke from the DSS (or whatever they’re called these days)
I ask this because it seems Jeremy Hunt will be increasing Benefits by the rate of inflation rather than wages; while at the same time hitting workers with “tax drag” stealth come his Autumn Statement on the 17th November.
Most people on benefits will also receive more help for their energy and cost-of-living over winter, but next to fuck all for taxpayers.
So how the fuck do these cunts get away with it? What is the secret of their success, because quite frankly it pisses me and probably millions of others right off!
Nominated by: Technocunt
Are Hairy and #Megain, the Duke and Suckess of Hackney on Benefits? Just askin’ for a friend…
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The evil pair of cunts should on the gallows, fuck on benefits.
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In the early 80s, if you had the misfortune of ending up on the dole, you had to fill in a U.B.40 form. I wish now that I had grabbed a whole stack, when no one was looking, & shoved them up my jumper! One question that always amused me was, on page 3 it asked “Are you blind?” In those days you could be shoved in the same queue as lazy cunts, who had no interest in work, but you would be treated exactly the same. You had to be actively looking for work to get your dole money. When work was offered, you had to have a damn good excuse if you refused it.
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I have a friend back in the UK who’s a fucking benefits scrounger. Lives in a 2 bedroom house near the sea, owns and drives a car and spends money on absolute crap. Always in the Dr surgery complaining of some ailment or other. I think she selling her prescription meds, to be honest. Cheeky cunt asked me the other day if it would be cheaper to fly to Scotland or better to rent a car!!
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Some people are naturally lazy, but hand outs make them lazier and more entitled. Ive seen it with a number of people i used to call mates. The longer they spent on the dole, the lazier and generally more pathetic they became. The sense of entitlement grew and this would usually go alongside many hours arguing with strangers on facebook, self-pity posting and rants about ‘why aren’t the nasty tories doing X/ where’s my holiday?’
One jobless immigrant (a blonde tart from South Africa) mistook my lighthearted post about being a bit short of money for a weekend’s revels as a personal dig at her own finances (she was mental). She had a go at my gourmet eating habits.
I responded that my last steak dinner was paid for, prepared and cooked by me because i have a 45-50 hour a week job, and perhaps she could enjoy the same excellent food if she left the house and found employment.
Cue the underclass and wet liberals on the public sector payroll in her friends list collectively losing their feeble minds.
She was a victim of ‘tory cuts’ and ‘mental health, you see.
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King for day. Skint for a fortnight. Cunts.
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