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Converations with Men in Ill Fitting Suits

So it's ridiculous enough that Bristol has a mayor (because he's a complete waste of space), but now there's to be a 'Metro Mayor'. Another pointless position to milk the gravy train, invented by god knows who. Jobs for the boys. This boy in particular is former LibDem scumbag, and Bristol MP, Stephen Williams.

Now that the Coalition has dissolved, and the Tories turned on their former lackeys, Mr Williams wants to get his snout back in the trough. He was outside College Green today with a sad little stall and a couple of students handing out equally sad leaflets. No one really wants a Metro Mayor, other than the people who want to be Metro Mayor.

I asked him some questions. I mentioned the Bedroom Tax as a hideous legacy of his party in government. He wasn't best pleased, but bizarrely tried to defend it claiming that his constituency was filled with people inadequately housed in accommodation too small for their needs. This is utterly bizarre: if people are inadequately housed then the answer is to provide more housing, not penalise one section of those in social housing by depriving them of the means to pay their bloody rent!

Unfortunately Mr Williams is too stupid to see this and went on to make the spurious and laughable claim that through the Parliament the LibDems always voted against the Bedroom Tax. This is horseshit: Stephen Webb (now Sir Stephen Webb, knighted for services to the Tories) was one of it's architects! He loved the damn thing.

Moving on I asked him whether he thought putting the buses back into the hands of the public. He dismissed this immediately. I asked him why and all he could do was give some bluster about 'the state is bad at running things'. Unlike First Bus, of course - private companies never run things badly, and are never motivated to cutting corners!

This is what we can expect from the political class. They aren't interested in anything progressive, are addicted to their capitalist dogma, and don't like discussing issues with plebs.

And they don't seem able to find a suit that fits.

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