Hey all!
Haven't read thread yet - will go back and catch up.
We've been struggling in the Knot household a bit this week. Lots of poorliness and lots of travelling and no bloody internet access at work and a general feeling of fucking sadness and desperation from me.
I did want to quickly tell you something about the power of the frothers though, I promise I'll go read the thread after this real life tale (and I'm considering putting this up as a blog - let me know)
I went to visit to my family in S Wales last weekend. I come from parents of the S Wales valleys who left their homes when they married in 1970 and moved to London - they both worked in the NHS, my Dad was a radiographer and my mum started as a nurse before she had me and then went back to work as a clerk.
Anyway. The towns where all all of my family live are working class, ex mining towns, decimated by the closure of the pits under Thatcher, and after a brief resurgence of factory positions in the late 90's/early 00's, are now communities on their fucking knees. It never fails to shock me how few jobs there are - how little hope there is in these places and yet I find myself arguing a left wing position everytime I go there. 
This confuses me so much. How can it be that my family, this community, can be agreeing with the government?
Well, the truth is that the left wing have lost the media fight. I found myself, once again, arguing against the old chestnut of "benefit scroungers". My family appeared to be amazed when I told them that we are being pitted against one another (a part of my family receive a carers allowance for an elderly member of our family who is disabled - they don't count themselves as takers of benefits) and instead started the old story of the generations of benefit claimants.
I leant on my knowledge gleaned from being a frother. I pointed out the disparity between the amount of fraudulent claims versus the amount that goes unclaimed. I talked about the defferment of private jet taxes. I made the point about those slipping between the ESA and JSA. I shocked them by telling them the amounts of rent that have to be paid in my area (£800 pcm for a two bed flat) and the cap in HB, the cuts/freezes in CTC and how that affects me - the constant grinding down of the working poor, and those who are UNABLE to work through no fault of their own - and the sly media portrayal used to get the poor to report on each other while the big businesses use workfare as a tool for slave labour and avoid taxes.
I'm proud to say I frothed. I frothed big time and I relished the questions "So who pays their wages?" and "Private Jet's?" and I praised the frothers for the info at my fingertips...
and then I had a few days off.