“Slave” Labour in Victorian England

I have been reading some quite harrowing accounts of enforced child labour (and working class exploitation in general) before and during the Victorian era of the UK (1750s to early 1900s), especially during the height of the Industrial Revolution and the lack of any laws protecting the rights of workers and children.

But I want to focus on the working class children, most of whom were forced to work in mills, factories, coalmines or sweep domestic and industrial chimneys in order to earn a meagre income for their families. But their wages were so poor that they had to work almost 18 hours per day for anything up to 7 days a week in order to earn sufficient money that would provide basic family meals.

Of course there were no unions back then, which meant rich bosses could exploit children with little or no redress. Children who were late to work or didn’t put in a good shift were caned or beaten by their employers and would find deductions in their wages.

On returning home they would be beaten again by inconsiderate parents for not bringing in their full wage!

Needless to say there was no health and safety practices in these factories and as such injuries and deaths were common place. Access to hospitals was quite often impossible and/or expensive for the working class (no NHS back then) and in some reports bosses would dump dead children in shallow graves or rivers/canals miles away and tell the parents their child had run away!

To add to their misery young girls were quite often sexually abused and/or raped by employers. But again they were forced not to speak out otherwise they would have no wages and/or would receive intense punishments. (And it is best not to describe what happened to young teen and preteen working girls who ended up pregnant!)

Yes, things improved vastly over the last 150 years with the advent of new laws, Acts and unions. But the sad fact is the working classes of the late 1700s through to the mid 1900s were treated like scum – slaves in fact!

And yet to some modern day thinkers, such events never really happened. Or if they did they were never as bad as for those “usual victims” from overseas.

There is a photo in the link below, which I hope Admin will use as my header pic. It shows two “slum” children, possibly sisters, alone in the streets of London (circa 1890), alone and afraid, just ripe to be exploited.

It makes me terribly sad to see this imagery; but equally annoyed when I hear woke types dismiss such things as secondary and that this kind of history should be “revised” and “revisited” to tell the truth from a more diverse multicultural/colonial angle.

Clearly these two children are showing off their “white privilege”, and should be utterly ashamed of themselves!

News Link

Nominated by: Technocunt

Rebel Wilson [2]


Rebel Wilson is a cunt, isn’t she?

Who’s this foul-looking, painted-faced, bleach-haired harpee? It’s a “quirky” z-list “actress” from Down Under who’s now taken to hanging out with Hewitt Junior and MeAgain in the desperate hope of exposure.

Aww, yeee, fack moite.

If this Convict is the best the Antipodes can produce, we should kick the vulgar whingers out of the Commonwealth and transport every Aussie barman. I thought since the pound lost ground, we’d rid ourselves of these bogun loudmouths.

What has she done apart from a shit “comedy” about pizzas and a dull-as-you-like BAFTA’s taking pot shots at James Bond? Suddenly, she’s some sort of brave hero for losing weight. Why is it brave to stop shoving Fray Bentos down your gullet? Instead of stapling her stomach, they should’ve stapled her cake-hole.

She used to be an irritating, unfunny, overweight Australian cunt; now she’s an irritating, unfunny, medium-sized Australian cunt. Have another slab of shite lager and Kangaroo steak and fuck off

Express Link. (Link kindly provided by the gorgeous Night Admin – NA)

Nominated by: Captain Magnanimous

Jess Phillips (5)

We all know that the boys and girls and dont-knows who attend St. Keir’s Convent are touched by the Holiness of the political Pope, Kweer Charmer, but I am sorry to have to say that one of the head girls has sinned.

I refer, of course tomouth Almighty, misandrist and comedian Jess Phillips. She appears to be mounting a campaign to rerun the 2009 “expenses” scandal, since she is tardy in declaring the enormous sums she “earns” for airing her little opinion sin the media, and even forgot the trifling amount of £1,500 for reading her “spontaneous” witticisms (carefully scripted of course) on the ancient TV music hall turn “Have I Got Horse Shit For You”.:

Daily Mail News Link

Considering how pious and pure “Mr. Rules” Starmer is, I wonder if he will be calling her into his vestry for a chat about taste, honesty, morals and decency. He has the little ones to consider – Yvette “Sugartits” Cooper, for example. We all want PixieBalls to grow up in a world of taste, deceny and compassion for the transbumders, and this doesn’t auger well. I wonder if anyone has looked at La Gob’s expenses of late? Jamrags on expenses?…. Well, Jess will be Jess.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

Liz Pemberton and Decolonisation of Children

Liz Pemberton, the Black Nursery Manager and the four Labour-run councils that employ them. Six cunts for the price of one. A bargain if ever there was…

Reading the link (behind a paywall, regrettably):

Telegraph News Link

…superheated my internal organs to the point that I was pissing plasma.

For those who can’t access the article, here are a few excerpts for your delectation:

– Councils have drafted in “Maoist” diversity consultants to “decolonise the mindsets” of nursery staff working with toddlers.

– At least four Labour-run major public sector authorities have worked with The Black Nursery Manager, a firm which runs Zoom diversity training sessions to explore the concept of race and culture with children under five.

– One of the consultancy’s two courses is titled “inclusion in role play for the under 5’s [sic]”, which gives nursery staff practical strategies they can “embed in order to work towards decolonising their mindsets before they decolonise the play spaces”.

– The decolonising course includes advice on “how to audit the dressing-up box” by avoiding racial stereotyping through pantomime costumes and others.

– The firm is run by Liz Pemberton, a former nursery manager, who tweeted last year under the Black Nursery Manager banner that she “hate[s] the regulatory body and the Government”, adding: “They’re all agents of white supremacy.”

– Ms Pemberton, from Birmingham, has written in guidance blogs that “white supremacy is woven into the fabric of how society is built” and said: “We live in a racist society.”

– The Black Nursery Manager’s Twitter account has criticised “how early the violence of whiteness starts” and claimed that “structural racism is upheld by local authorities and regulatory bodies in the decimation of Early Years settings with particular demographics across race and class that don’t ‘fit’”.

Question: If Britain is such a racist netherworld, how come thousands of unregistered dinghy vermin from every shithole under the sun are queueing up to be ferried to towns and cities near you by the Border Force and RNLI, and enabled by Priti Useless?

Another question: Why the fuck are the likes of Liz Pemberton allowed to drip poison into the ears of anyone within a million lightyears of education? Oh, I know: twisted and corrupt socialist councils! One of the many scourges of Western civilisation. That fat Jellyfish and the spineless retards that allegedly ‘govern’ this country need to get their shit into gear and sort this shit out, but I won’t hold my fucking breath.

Unless we want Liz Pemberton, the Black Nursery Manager and the four Labour-run councils that employ them skull-fucking future generations, then such cunts should be banned from being in the same county as any school, or in fact any human below retirement age.

Here’s the Black Nursery Manager’s website

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Warning: superheated urine might result.

Nominated by: Cunty McCunt

Cunt Crunch for Breakfast

Apparently today’s generation are not spending enough time talking about one of the most basic of human functions, namely menstruation. Odd that – you would expect the old love juice and whiffy pussy to be up there in the top ten of conversation starters but evidently no longer so.

In the light of which some Swedish outfit has launched a new product, a breakfast cereal called no, not Pussy Pops or Cunt Crunch but Period Crunch. This genius offering consists of cereal moulded in the form of the female reproductive organs and coloured with extract of raspberry juice and served with milk. It then dyes the milk a distinctive red. Very tasty.

Gynaecologist Dr Shree Datta:

I look forward to Period Crunch kickstarting conversations

Unfortunately early studies show that conversations about periods tend to dry up and lead to irrational and manic behaviour. I would recommend the old school approach of wanging me old cunt sniffer up there and breathing deeply and savouring the aroma.

For the younger and more callow cunter about to start upon the path of sexual enlightenment may I suggest the services of a working girl who will charge £30-£50 for the honour.

Further enlightenment here: Daily Mail News Link

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

(Enjoy your breakfast, cunters! – Day Admin)