Saturday 6 December 2008

Do rich know when it's not Xmas?




I love it when obscenely rich people ask me to donate money to charity. Cheeky bastards. Line them all up to sing us a tune and move our very human instincts of concern for those who are suffering. It actually gets stronger when a recession hits. So, call in those lazy troubadours. Tell me the rumours of £ 0 having gone to Africa are not true. Tell me it wasn't a make-work project for out of work Rats. Did the musicians give any money themselves? Well, they did give their services for free. What a gift!




We are so giving. And we must always give because we have permanently destroyed the Africans' home societies with our mercantilism and our IMFism, such that they cannot survive at home. We are even flooding their markets with produce, putting their farmers out of business.
So Live-Aid-my-career musicians make it look like we're helping Africans so that we can feel righteous in blocking these Africans from risking their lives coming to our countries in search of a living.

As the song goes:
"At Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear"
But rich folks cannot shed a tear.
They're immortal, and thus less human.
They're the pretty face on the immoral economic system that's screwing Africa.
Have a look in the mirror, Fameboy.