Just the other day, my wife and I visited Walsall town centre and we were both disgusted at what we were forced to endure. What in God’s name has happened to the town that was once the jewel in the crown of the British Empire?
Not one person was carrying an English flag or wearing a rose to celebrate St Georges day. It seems that they are ashamed to be English. Instead, some of them were wearing red hats trimmed with fur as a blatant display of loyalty to evil Marxist tyranny. All of them were probably unemployed and rather than perform their civic duty by buying a shovel and clearing the pavements of snow, they were actually going into shops and buying presents. I nearly slipped. It makes me ashamed to be English.
But it gets worse. My wife and I had to walk through discarded litter that had been ignored by the countless, idle young people milling about the town. It amazes me that these people refuse to get off the dole and find a job. I have told my wife to be ashamed of being English.
Then there were other shirkers spending their benefit money in pubs rather than being in church on Christmas Eve. There they were, bold as brass, drinking their beer and smoking their cigarettes subsidised by the taxes paid by my wife and others. If I could have my way, these scroungers would be made to spend normal working hours in the stocks and then forced to work at night cleaning the streets of our beautiful town.
And another thing. The car parks and streets were clogged with cars. Unemployed from as far away as Aldridge and Willenhall come into Walsall town centre to spend their hand-outs and take parking spaces that should be reserved for Walsall people. It makes me ashamed to live in Walsall.
At least our wonderful new government is doing something about this national disgrace. Stopping the payment of benefits to this low life might just make them think twice about buying that pint of beer, that packet of cigarettes or that jumbo pack of nappies. Without state hand-outs these vermin will have to find work or die.
It is time that the decent, hard-working people of Walsall stood up to this kind of scum. The unemployed do not deserve libraries, leisure centres, care homes or schools for their feral children. Walsall council is fighting the good fight in defending honest, hard working tax payers like my wife by closing down these facilities to the free loading parasites who cannot be bothered to find a job.
It is time for Walsall to wake up and put these scrounging unemployed in their place. Only then can I tell my wife to stop being ashamed of Walsall and be proud of our magnificent cultural heritage.
If he were still alive, heaven knows what Richard Wattis would have made of this disgraceful state of affairs. He would, no doubt, agree with me and be ashamed of Walsall and would also agree that we should be proud of Walsall at the same time…err…yes…right…I really don’t know what I’m doing. My wife…err…yes.