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Post by frasier37 on Jul 15, 2008 13:59:39 GMT
I don't love her that much Doggy ;D
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Post by wizzardofdribble on Jul 15, 2008 14:04:19 GMT
OldStokie I have always thought you were one of the best posters on the Oatcake.. Well-informed, intelligent, good sense of humour and a fine line in self-deprecation... Absolutely Top Banana Great post ;D Have a pint of karma on me
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Post by frasier37 on Jul 15, 2008 14:06:12 GMT
and a smite from me ;D He's probably a retired miner
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Post by jpm64 on Jul 15, 2008 14:13:11 GMT
I think it's very considerate of them to give her a state funeral. It gives eveyone a nice big focal point to go and throw bricks at her rotting corpse and spit in the path of the cortege. An opprtunity we would never have been given if she was allowed the undeserved dignity of a private funeral. A magnificent decision. A good point well made Sir ;D
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Post by JoeinOz on Jul 15, 2008 16:13:20 GMT
Princess Diana didn't have a state funeral and neither did the Queen mum or Jeremy Beadle so how does Thatch merit one?
Whats the criterion?
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Post by frasier37 on Jul 15, 2008 17:25:14 GMT
Two wrongs don't make a right, Joseph. ;D
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Post by jpm64 on Jul 15, 2008 18:32:12 GMT
Frasier, Trebor and other Thatcher lovers ( ) I'm really interested in your views on Thatcher's love and support for a man who rounded up all his political opponents in a football stadium before torturing and murdering them ??? ??? ???
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Post by daverichards on Jul 15, 2008 18:40:40 GMT
a He's probably a retired miner OS have a karma from me for being a retired miner
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Post by Huddysleftfoot on Jul 15, 2008 18:45:26 GMT
Frasier, Trebor and other Thatcher lovers ( ) I'm really interested in your views on Thatcher's love and support for a man who rounded up all his political opponents in a football stadium before torturing and murdering them ??? ??? ??? Watching the news tonight , I notice JCB are making large scale redundancies. This in spite of those loyal hardworking staff helping them return record profits last year. What price loyalty? None according to the JCB management, who rather than riding out the storm choose to swing the axe, citing the "credit crunch" as the reason. Yes folks, Thatcherism is alive and well and living down a street near you.
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Post by StatesideStokie on Jul 15, 2008 18:48:04 GMT
It's just a fucking great shame that Thatcher made sure there wouldn't be many more miner's who stayed in their job's for long enough to reach retirement age. A State hanging would be more appropriate, then they can do what the fuck they want with the funeral.
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Post by jpm64 on Jul 15, 2008 18:56:07 GMT
It's just a fucking great shame that Thatcher made sure there wouldn't be many more miner's who stayed in their job's for long enough to reach retirement age. A State hanging would be more appropriate, then they can do what the fuck they want with the funeral. Have some karma
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Post by Huddysleftfoot on Jul 15, 2008 19:13:21 GMT
Written many years ago but still true:
The Great Money Trick (Robert Tressell, 'The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists')
‘Money is the cause of poverty because it is the device by which those who are too lazy to work are enabled to rob the workers of the fruits of their labour.’
‘Prove it,’ said Crass.
Owen slowly folded up the piece of newspaper he had been reading and put it into his pocket.
‘All right,’ he replied. ‘I’ll show you how the Great Money Trick is worked.’
Owen opened his dinner basket and took from it two slices of bread but as these were not sufficient, he requested that anyone who had some bread left would give it to him. They gave him several pieces, which he placed in a heap on a clean piece of paper, and, having borrowed the pocket knives they used to cut and eat their dinners with from Easton, Harlow and Philpot, he addressed them as follows:
‘These pieces of bread represent the raw materials which exist naturally in and on the earth for the use of mankind; they were not made by any human being, but were created by the Great Spirit for the benefit and sustenance of all, the same as were the air and the light of the sun.’
... ‘Now,’ continued Owen, ‘I am a capitalist; or, rather, I represent the landlord and capitalist class. That is to say, all these raw materials belong to me. It does not matter for our present argument how I obtained possession of them, or whether I have any real right to them; the only thing that matters now is the admitted fact that all the raw materials which are necessary for the production of the necessaries of life are now the property of the Landlord and Capitalist class. I am that class: all these raw materials belong to me.’
... ‘Now you three represent the Working Class: you have nothing – and for my part, although I have all these raw materials, they are of no use to me – what I need is – the things that can be made out of these raw materials by Work: but as I am too lazy to work myself, I have invented the Money Trick to make you work for me. But first I must explain that I possess something else beside the raw materials. These three knives represent – all the machinery of production; the factories, tools, railways, and so forth, without which the necessaries of life cannot be produced in abundance. And these three coins’ – taking three halfpennies from his pocket – ‘represent my Money Capital.’
‘But before we go any further,’ said Owen, interrupting himself, ‘it is most important that you remember that I am not supposed to be merely “a” capitalist. I represent the whole Capitalist Class. You are not supposed to be just three workers – you represent the whole Working Class.’
... Owen proceeded to cut up one of the slices of bread into a number of little square blocks.
‘These represent the things which are produced by labour, aided by machinery, from the raw materials. We will suppose that three of these blocks represent – a week’s work. We will suppose that a week’s work is worth – one pound: and we will suppose that each of these ha’pennies is a sovereign. ...
‘Now this is the way the trick works -’
... Owen now addressed himself to the working classes as represented by Philpot, Harlow and Easton.
‘You say that you are all in need of employment, and as I am the kind-hearted capitalist class I am going to invest all my money in various industries, so as to give you Plenty of Work. I shall pay each of you one pound per week, and a week’s work is – you must each produce three of these square blocks. For doing this work you will each receive your wages; the money will be your own, to do as you like with, and the things you produce will of course be mine, to do as I like with. You will each take one of these machines and as soon as you have done a week’s work, you shall have your money.’
The Working Classes accordingly set to work, and the Capitalist class sat down and watched them. As soon as they had finished, they passed the nine little blocks to Owen, who placed them on a piece of paper by his side and paid the workers their wages.
‘These blocks represent the necessaries of life. You can’t live without some of these things, but as they belong to me, you will have to buy them from me: my price for these blocks is – one pound each.’
As the working classes were in need of the necessaries of life and as they could not eat, drink or wear the useless money, they were compelled to agree to the kind Capitalist’s terms. They each bought back and at once consumed one-third of the produce of their labour. The capitalist class also devoured two of the square blocks, and so the net result of the week’s work was that the kind capitalist had consumed two pounds worth of the things produced by the labour of the others, and reckoning the squares at their market value of one pound each, he had more than doubled his capital, for he still possessed the three pounds in money and in addition four pounds worth of goods. As for the working classes, Philpot, Harlow and Easton, having each consumed the pound’s worth of necessaries they had bought with their wages, they were again in precisely the same condition as when they started work – they had nothing.
This process was repeated several times: for each week’s work the producers were paid their wages. They kept on working and spending all their earnings. The kind-hearted capitalist consumed twice as much as any one of them and his pile of wealth continually increased. In a little while – reckoning the little squares at their market value of one pound each – he was worth about one hundred pounds, and the working classes were still in the same condition as when they began, and were still tearing into their work as if their lives depended upon it.
After a while the rest of the crowd began to laugh, and their merriment increased when the kind-hearted capitalist, just after having sold a pound’s worth of necessaries to each of his workers, suddenly took their tools – the Machinery of Production – the knives away from them, and informed them that as owing to Over Production all his store-houses were glutted with the necessaries of life, he had decided to close down the works.
‘Well, and what the bloody ‘ell are we to do now?’ demanded Philpot.
‘That’s not my business,’ replied the kind-hearted capitalist. ‘I’ve paid you your wages, and provided you with Plenty of Work for a long time past. I have no more work for you to do at present. Come round again in a few months’ time and I’ll see what I can do for you.’
‘But what about the necessaries of life?’ demanded Harlow. ‘We must have something to eat.’
‘Of course you must,’ replied the capitalist, affably; ‘and I shall be very pleased to sell you some.’
‘But we ain’t got no bloody money!’
‘Well, you can’t expect me to give you my goods for nothing! You didn’t work for me for nothing, you know. I paid you for your work and you should have saved something: you should have been thrifty like me. Look how I have got on by being thrifty!’
The unemployed looked blankly at each other, but the rest of the crowd only laughed; and then the three unemployed began to abuse the kind-hearted Capitalist, demanding that he should give them some of the necessaries of life that he had piled up in his warehouses, or to be allowed to work and produce some more for their own needs; and even threatened to take some of the things by force if he did not comply with their demands. But the kind-hearted Capitalist told them not to be insolent, and spoke to them about honesty, and said if they were not careful he would have their faces battered in for them by the police, or if necessary he would call out the military and have them shot down like dogs, the same as he had done before at Featherstone and Belfast.
[Robert Tressell, ‘The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists’]
If you got this far and still don't understand how the system keeps us down, the you truly never will.
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Post by Soro's Sorrows on Jul 15, 2008 19:14:55 GMT
Whilst I agree with most of you on football matters and we are in the same league, Most of you seem to be in the conference when it comes to political and social (not socialist) views where as I knowing Thatcher is next only to god in standing, am champions league.
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Post by frasier37 on Jul 15, 2008 19:15:26 GMT
Frasier, Trebor and other Thatcher lovers ( ) I'm really interested in your views on Thatcher's love and support for a man who rounded up all his political opponents in a football stadium before torturing and murdering them ??? ??? ??? They got what you lot would of got if our Maggie was still here. Fcukin riff raff
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Post by mermaidsal on Jul 15, 2008 19:16:52 GMT
Huddy, that's one of the best and most moving books I know. And like you say, just as true now as it ever was.
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Post by Huddysleftfoot on Jul 15, 2008 19:19:07 GMT
Huddy, that's one of the best and most moving books I know. And like you say, just as true now as it ever was. Good to know there's another fan of the book on here, karma to you Sal! ;D
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Post by Huddysleftfoot on Jul 15, 2008 19:21:25 GMT
And to whoever has reduced my karma from +7 to -4 in only 24 hours.
You're confusing me with someone who gives a f*ck about these things ;D
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Post by Soro's Sorrows on Jul 15, 2008 19:23:28 GMT
Huddy, that's one of the best and most moving books I know. And like you say, just as true now as it ever was. Good to know there's another fan of the book on here, karma to you Sal! ;D Maybe you should both become farmers and see if Coates will swap a season ticket for 2 chickens & a lamb shank ;D
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Post by frasier37 on Jul 15, 2008 19:24:52 GMT
Huddy if it was me i would have told you so. ;D
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Post by slangking on Jul 15, 2008 19:27:06 GMT
I'd like to see her buried, ALIVE.
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Post by StatesideStokie on Jul 15, 2008 19:28:26 GMT
Whilst I agree with most of you on football matters and we are in the same league, Most of you seem to be in the conference when it comes to political and social (not socialist) views where as I knowing Thatcher is next only to god in standing, am champions league. I'll expand on your analogy. Perhaps we in the Conference are the working class, the unimportant, worthless dregs who are forever to be shat on by the money hungry minority are out only for themselves.
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Post by stokeace60 on Jul 15, 2008 19:28:54 GMT
there should be a funeral pyre built like the vikings used to build so we can all watch the witch burn............................
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Post by Huddysleftfoot on Jul 15, 2008 19:31:11 GMT
Huddy if it was me i would have told you so. ;D No worries Frasier. Whoever it is has the backbone of a jellyfish ;D
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Post by Huddysleftfoot on Jul 15, 2008 19:32:24 GMT
Good to know there's another fan of the book on here, karma to you Sal! ;D Maybe you should both become farmers and see if Coates will swap a season ticket for 2 chickens & a lamb shank ;D Oh, be still my aching sides
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Post by Soro's Sorrows on Jul 15, 2008 19:39:16 GMT
Maybe you should both become farmers and see if Coates will swap a season ticket for 2 chickens & a lamb shank ;D Oh, be still my aching sides Well you are talking bollux yoth! If you don't like the system fuck off to North Korea! If you can't make a decent living in this country you only have yourself to blame! All this the rich have my money you should share it out whining wears a bit thin after a while.
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Post by Huddysleftfoot on Jul 15, 2008 19:42:39 GMT
Oh, be still my aching sides Well you are talking bollux yoth! If you don't like the system fuck off to North Korea! If you can't make a decent living in this country you only have yourself to blame! All this the rich have my money you should share it out whining wears a bit thin after a while. You really don't get it, do you? ???
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Post by frasier37 on Jul 15, 2008 19:50:16 GMT
Nasher don't get drawn in, just play with them. They're too low down the chain for our kind ;D
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Post by Huddysleftfoot on Jul 15, 2008 19:51:31 GMT
Nasher don't get drawn in, just play with them. They're too low down the chain for our kind ;D Nice effort, Frasier ;D
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Post by frasier37 on Jul 15, 2008 19:52:52 GMT
;D
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Post by jpm64 on Jul 15, 2008 19:54:40 GMT
;D Twat 2-2 ..... Bet you thought you'd won
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