November 18, 2008 - By BNP News

From the Land and People web site — This winter, depending on its severity, upwards of 20,000 senior citizens will die directly as a result of cold related illnesses. We know this because a similar number died last winter and the winter before that. Indeed, this annual State-ignored cull of our old and infirm has been a “feature” of Labour and CONservative run Britain for as long as anyone cares to remember.

Yet this scandal – the “decreasing the surplus population” to quote Ebeneezer Scrooge, is largely avoidable, for the truth of the matter is that many of these deaths can be prevented if this Government were to provide a decent pension – a pension that allows recipients to both adequately heat and feed themselves!

As it is, this winter, hundreds of thousands of our pensioners will have to decide whether to spend their meagre incomes on food or fuel – a life or death decision in no few cases.

This is particularly true in rural Britain where even the basic support services and facilities available in our cities often do not exist or are not easily available to the needy.

Of course, there is one class of parasite – the Westminster politician – for whom the winter months hold no such dread. These leeches, largely of the CONservative persuasion in rural areas, do not suffer the deprivations of food and warmth suffered by many an elderly constituent – not least because they can present their food and heating bills to the taxpayer for payment.

It may seem anachronistic, yet remains a fact, that in today’s Britain we have elected representatives who charge their grocery and heating bills – particularly in respect of their second homes – to the taxpayer; whilst, around them, the poorest and most vulnerable in society die for lack of food and warmth!

We here at Land & People believe the following piece from Dickens’ A Christmas Carol is as relevant today in respect of the tax eating MP class as it was of their self-serving exploitative ilk of some 180 years ago. The spirit of Ebenezer Scrooge lives on in the black expenses and allowances claiming hearts of CONservative and other Westminster tax-eaters.

The clerk, in letting Scrooge’s nephew out, had let two other people in. They were portly gentlemen, pleasant to behold, and now stood, with their hats off, in Scrooge’s office. They had books and papers in their hands, and bowed to him.

‘Scrooge and Marley’s, I believe,’ said one of the gentlemen, referring to his list. ‘Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr Scrooge, or Mr Marley?’

‘Mr Marley has been dead these seven years,’ Scrooge replied. ‘He died seven years ago, this very night.’

‘We have no doubt his liberality is well represented by his surviving partner,’ said the gentleman, presenting his credentials.

‘It certainly was, for they had been two kindred spirits. At the ominous word liberality, Scrooge frowned, and shook his head, and handed the credentials back.

‘They are. Still,’ returned the gentleman,’ I wish I could say they were not.’

‘The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigour, then?’ said Scrooge.

‘At this festive season of the year, Mr Scrooge,’ said the gentleman, taking up a pen, ‘it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the Poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries; hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir.’

‘Are there no prisons?”

‘Plenty of prisons,’ said the gentleman, laying down the pen again.

‘And the Union workhouses.’ demanded Scrooge. ‘Are they still in operation?’

‘Both very busy, sir.’

‘Oh. I was afraid, from what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them in their useful course,’ said Scrooge. ‘I’m very glad to hear it.’

Just how do these Parliamentary parasites sleep at night?