Pardon my french but Labour, you're merde

Aujourd'hui, milliers des etudiants recevront leurs resultats GCSE, plusiers étant ces notes hautes. Encore, on peut être sûr que peu des élèves auraient passe examens en francais ou en des autres langues. Comme l'Angleterre, le Francais disparaît.*

And as the Guardian tells today, few will understand any of the above, let alone the sentence entiere. For, language isn't cool, clever or necessary in this Britain.

Kids today will celebrate their grades and finally put down their books and take a breather. Yet while their efforts and dilligence should be commended, with sadness TTG has to reveal that they have worked for nothing and that their marks aren't worth the paper they're written on today. They don't make the grade in this society as they shall come to find if they pile on to university to a boozed-up baked-bean munching existence where pupils snooze in lecture halls and sleep walk their way through to high class degrees but no high class jobs to accommodate the living skill-less.

The true intelligensa are the workers. Those who have knuckled down to manual work, to master the skill of scissors or tuning wires. These masses who have picked up a trade yet are sneered upon by their peers at school, by teachers who didn't rate the pupils who didn't hang on their every word, counting each muttered syllable as gospel to get a quick mark.

Like carpentry, langauge is a life skill that each and every child should acquire and Labour's complete disregard for linguists over their destructive decade in power, has left a workforce drained and unable to compete with the rest of the world in the labour market.

So kids, here's TTG advice. Pick up a lingo and pick up a hammer. You need nothing more and nothing less.

Be a worker and you will reap the rewards. University is an empty vessel, the boat that has already set sail to the isle of career prospects. That is Labour's legacy - the class of 2009 who in ten years time will reap benefits, yes but not educational ones but ones from the state.




* Pardon my french, it is terrible!