The murderous dogma of Fairness

The following letter was leaked to our Fuck Me You're Joking Oh My God You're Not Are You correspondent.

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Dear Customer,

It has come to my attention that you have broken our rules by purchasing medicine from a supplier who is not me. Your treatment is therefore cancelled with immediate effect.

What you should do now.

You should fuck off and die.

Thank you for using the National Health Service, and may I take this opportunity to wish you the best of luck with the rest of your... oh.

Yours sincerely,

Her Majesty's Secretary of State for Health

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So. Another nail in our caring government's coffin today, then.

Our Prime Minister tells us... and oh, doesn't he tell us?... that he has spent his whole life meditating on the subject of fairness and that, now that he's got the boss's job at last, he wakes up every morning thinking about how to ensure fairness for the British people. For the many, not for the few.

But not for one particular woman about whom we have learned today, and who is now dead.

This bunch of Labour fuckers deliberately made the incomprehensible and utterly wicked decision to let a terminal cancer sufferer die rather than treat her, or so it would seem, because at her own expense she purchased additional treatment which the NHS would not or could not provide.

That was her crime. And it proved to be a capital offence. Eh, Gordon?

You utter, utter, murderous bastards. You have death on your dirty, dirty hands. And for what? For your fucking statist dogma. Because you regard your bloody control-freak regulations as more important than the life of a human being.

So now we see the naked truth about these socialists who have the balls to preach their 'love of fellow man' humanitarian shite to the rest of us. Now we see the disgusting, sick-making lengths to which they will go to preserve their fucking socialist purity.

There is, one hears, a dogma of No Co-Payment in our national health service. You are forbidden to pay for any medical help which the state cannot or will not provide but which is available elsewhere, in the open market (aye, there's the rub) even if your life is at stake. If you do, your government-provided care will be withdrawn.

This embarrassing shambles, the biggest UK quango, the biggest employer in Europe, calls itself a fucking National Health Service. Health? Health? Service? Service?!

The NHS can find oodles of money to fund fertility treatment for women who, when they were girls, behaved like slags and oops! now find themselves infertile as a result. There's bags of money for consultants - no, tsk, idiot, not medical consultants: management consultants - and fucking pointless expeditions into the more exciting areas of experimental IT which never works and was never going to. Yes, how many billions down the sluice is that - so far?

But not enough for drugs for the likes of this woman, who merely wanted to, er, live.

Not enough money for Alzheimer's patients, nor even enough to treat quite popular diseases which are treated without question in civilised countries - and (pace Mr E) even in Scotland which makes its own NICE-type arrangements.

But, wait - this wasn't even about the money in the first place! This was about a Principle. A Socialist Principle. The sacrosanct principle of No Co-payment.

Oh, no, God forbid that sick people should turn to Bupa or Boots the Chemist or anyone else to save their lives because the NHS's money has all been wasted by the world champions of statist waste, the British government. Their treatment of this woman demonstrates the Labour government's attitude to the sanctity of life.

They are as bad as the death regimes of the Sudan and Zimbabwe, over whom they wring their filthy hypocrites' hands as they wail, 'Inhuman! Inhuman! Something must be done!'

Oh, it will be, it will be. And you will be, Gordon, Alan, Dawn and all the rest of you. You are finished. Believe me.

I shall remember that tragic, sick, desperate and now dead woman next time the Right Honourable Fucking Hypocrite MP gets to his or her feet in the House of Commons to condemn China or Burma or anyone at all for their lack of respect for 'human rights'.

Or asks me for my vote.

No.

Fuck off.

Fuck off and die.

In pain.

In great pain.

Alone.

And frightened.

And in your last conscious moment, may a passer-by spit on you, and curse you.