There is more there....much more. Avail yourself to this piece in it's entirety. An excellent read.
If there's any justice in this world, this cunt's uterus will fall to the floor with a squelchy sound before spontaneously combusting and setting her on fire and taking her and her parasitic husband to hell.
The Davey family's £815-a-week state handouts pay for a four-bedroom home, top-of-the-range mod cons and two vehicles including a Mercedes people carrier.
Father-of-seven Peter gave up work because he could make more living on benefits.
Yet he and his wife Claire are still not happy with their lot.
With an eighth child on the way, they are demanding a bigger house, courtesy of the taxpayer.
At some point someone has to say, "enough is enough."
At some point, someone ought to take a rusty chainsaw to Peter Davey's gonads, slap a Band-Aid to what is left and force him to go back to work to pay off the millions he and his parasitic sow sperm catcher have already bilked out of hard working people!
Not only do these festering swine (no offense to pigs everywhere, who at least have a benefit of providing delicious bacon to those of us who aren't afraid of cloven hooves), receive their home and vehicles for free, but they also get health care and education at the taxpayers' expense. No wonder Britain is running a record projected 13 percent budget deficit this year! No wonder some Brits are now paying more than half of their income to the state! It's to feed, clothe and sustain this fat cunt, her crotchfruit and her indolent, sperm-squirting cockbag of a husband!
And they have the gall to complain!
'It's really hard,' said Mrs Davey, 29, who is seven months pregnant. 'We can't afford holidays and I don't want my kids living on a council estate and struggling like I have.
'The price of living is going up but benefits are going down.My carer's allowance is only going up by 80p this year and petrol is so expensive now, I'm worried how we'll cope.
If there was any justice in this universe, you'd "cope" by having some outraged taxpayer crazy glue your twat shut!
But no, there will be no outrage, because when you breed a socialist welfare state, you will always have looting swine who will abuse it.
I remind you of the practical reality preached by the vermin in DC, as told by a minor character in Atlas Shrugged - a story about the Twentieth Century Motor Company (thanks to Blue Collar Muse for reproducing this story in its entirety):
“Well, there was something that happened at that plant where I worked for twenty years. It was when the old man died and his heirs took over. There were three of them, two sons and a daughter, and they brought a new plan to run the factory. They let us vote on it, too, and everybody – almost everybody – voted for it. We didn’t know. We thought it was good. No, that’s not true, either. We thought that we were supposed to think it was good. The plan was that everybody in the factory would work according to his ability, but would be paid according to his need.
“We voted for that plan at a big meeting, with all of us present,six thousand of us, everybody that worked in the factory. The Starnes heirs made long speeches about it, and it wasn’t too clear, but nobody asked any questions. None of us knew just how the plan would work, but every one of us thought that the next fellow knew it. And if anybody had doubts, he felt guilty and kept his mouth shut – because they made it sound like anyone who’d oppose the plan was a child-killer at heart and less than a human being. They told us that this plan would achieve a noble ideal. Well, how were we to know otherwise? Hadn’t we heard it all our lives – from our parents and our schoolteachers and our ministers, and in every newspaper we ever read and every movie and every public speech? Hadn’t we always been told that this was righteous and just? Well, maybe there’s some excuse for what we did at that meeting. Still, we voted for the plan – and what we got, we had it coming to us. You know, ma’am, we are marked men, in a way, those of us who lived through the four years of that plan in the Twentieth Century factory. What is it that hell is supposed to be? Evil – plain, naked,smirking evil, isn’t it? Well, that’s what we saw and helped to make –and I think we’re damned, every one of us, and maybe we’ll never be forgiven …
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