The Bedroom Tax - The big lie

[Anonymous]

Compassion isn't the Conservative's strong suit unfortunately.

 

[NPBlue]

Compassion isn't the Conservative's strong suit unfortunately.

No, it's not, but the arrogance of the man took me aback as he seemed so bloody smug with his attitude.

 

[Anonymous]

Compassion isn't the Conservative's strong suit unfortunately.

No, it's not, but the arrogance of the man took me aback as he seemed so bloody smug with his attitude.

Preaching to the choir mate; I wouldn't mind but that fella is seen as a moderate amongst them too!

 

[johnny on the spot]

They've got to go. Unfortunately we're currently on a menu of boiled shit or fried shit.

 

[kinkysleftfoot]

It didn't seem to long ago a lot of people in social housing were bemoaning the fact that the one/two bedroom property they lived in was to small...........now I'm hearing we don't have enough one/ two bedroom properties, something's not adding up here.

I wasn't thinking that far back..,,, it was only a couple of years ago



Sold off under the ''right to buy'' legislation. Councils pocketed the cash but didn't build any more. The fact is that if you go around any City (or inner city) there are loads of properties vacant which would be ideal (if they were done up) for new families or single parents who cant get on the housing ladder. However we prefer to sling missiles at innocents rather than looking after our own.

The fact that there are homeless people in the UK in this day an age is a fuck**g outrage.

 

[Mike N]

need another bedroom?

buy a fucking bigger house you selfish twats

if you can't afford one then well .......welcome to our world!

tough shit

why should the average skint tax payer pay for you if you can't afford it?

bollox to that

sorry and all that

xx

ps this only applies to those who can work like the rest of us wage slaves :-)

Just one thing to remember on this; most people who claim benefits actually work. What a mess the country is in!

 

[manchester blue]

A friend of mine downsized for financial reasons just as his son left for university. Moving to a smaller house enabled him to pay off his mortgage, something which he wanted to do because he'd lost a well paid job and his new job had lower wages.

He and his wife hung on so their son could have his own bedroom while he did his A levels. He shared his brother's bedroom at the new house when he came home at the end of term.

This was about 10 years ago, but it shows that if private homeowners can't afford a spare bedroom they can't have one.

So why should people in social housing be given one at a subsidised rate just because it would be more convenient for them to have one?

A little tale for you to comfortably fall asleep to.

In 2000, my mum had a stroke. She lost the ability to speak, and was paralysed down one side. A dignified woman if ever you saw one.
She never was a drinker, and when I say she had never even touched a cigarette, I mean it. Not once in her eighty years had she ever even so much as held a cig, so for her to have had a stroke came as big shock. But anyone who is unlucky enough to have a family member go through this soon becomes an expert and learns how indiscriminate and cruel strokes can be. Three years later, the same fate beheld my dad. Anyone who knew my dad loved him to bits. He was a true blue who hated the reds more than anyone you've ever known, trust me.
Get on the subject of united and you were fucked, you would be there for hours...he hated the red fuckers with a passion for the very same reasons I see on here everyday.

There was eight of us in my family and we all grew up on Benchill rd Wythenshawe and enjoyed a wonderful childhood there. Mum and dad were in that house for about 58 years, never once behind with rent or bills, all paid for by my mums part time job and dads work as a drummer, (think phoenix nights) plus his occasional work as an electrician and signwriter.
One of my older brothers and my older sister (the ox off here's mum) were born in that house. I also have about 20 nieces and nephews plus a few great nieces and nephews who all knew my mum and dad and the house in which we all shared the same memories, good and bad.
Mum was hard worker and a typical woman of her time who gave everything to us all. She worked her fingers to the bone to provide for us, and when birthdays and christmas came along, she NEVER left anyone out, right up till the day she had to be put into a care home in Sale after a series of extra strokes and it became a struggle for the family to maintain keeping her in the home she had lived in for most of her life. ( have you ever had to wipe your mums arse and looked into her eyes to see the obvious heartbreak she felt at having her youngest son be put through such an undignified thing, a poor woman who has never given anything but the best to her family and to all who knew her?)..none of us were equipped to keep it up anymore. She needed professional help that we could no longer provide her with. We tried in vain to keep her at home where she belonged, but we had to admit defeat.

It was soul destroying.

While all this is going on, dad really put himself out to look after her the best he could, probably adding to his own demise in the process. He spent a couple of years grabbing what sleep he could in the armchair in the living room because mum was now in a bed in there and he kept an eye on her night and day. He hadn't been in the best of health himself, and remember, he was an eighty year old man.
With things that would take too long to list here, lets just say he was a man who endured pain all his life that would have most of us crying like babies and topping ourselves. He endured having a knee removed through his goalkeeping days as a kid, a finger through TB, an ankle removed through arthritis, even a toe falling off through a medics neglect, but all the way, he never lost his sense of humour, and nor did we, with constant banter right up to the end.... He was born on Friday the thirteenth, and we were constantly reminded of this because of his constant bad luck. (His birthday was last Friday funnily enough).
He was as hard as nails, and was never afraid to say what he felt was right. would lay down his life for any one of us.
One of my nephews had kidney problems when he was born, straightaway, my dad was there putting himself forward to offer one of his own.

Dad died in Wythenshawe hospital in 2005. Mum died in the care home in Sale in 2010.

And do you know what?

Thank fuck they are dead.

Because if these evil, uncaring, sociopathic bastards had brought this out while they were still alive and suffering, I'd be on the train to London to put a bullet through their fucking heads.



Fuck Ian Duncan Smith,

Fuck you, and fuck anyone who thinks this is acceptable you Selfish bastards.
Hang your heads in shame, you evil fuckers.
My mum and dad were worth a hundred of you fuckers.

Mate that's a heart wrenching post but your folks would not have been impacted by under occupancy as they were over pension tax credit age.

This policy is aimed at those on benefits who are in houses too big for them. Why should tax payers pay for houses that are too big? I'd love another two or so extra rooms but cannot afford it. Neither can the country. The mistake they have made is not building more smaller properties for people to move into to go hand in hand with the policy and give people the option of moving to something smaller.

 

[law74]

A friend of mine downsized for financial reasons just as his son left for university. Moving to a smaller house enabled him to pay off his mortgage, something which he wanted to do because he'd lost a well paid job and his new job had lower wages.

He and his wife hung on so their son could have his own bedroom while he did his A levels. He shared his brother's bedroom at the new house when he came home at the end of term.

This was about 10 years ago, but it shows that if private homeowners can't afford a spare bedroom they can't have one.

So why should people in social housing be given one at a subsidised rate just because it would be more convenient for them to have one?

A little tale for you to comfortably fall asleep to.

In 2000, my mum had a stroke. She lost the ability to speak, and was paralysed down one side. A dignified woman if ever you saw one.
She never was a drinker, and when I say she had never even touched a cigarette, I mean it. Not once in her eighty years had she ever even so much as held a cig, so for her to have had a stroke came as big shock. But anyone who is unlucky enough to have a family member go through this soon becomes an expert and learns how indiscriminate and cruel strokes can be. Three years later, the same fate beheld my dad. Anyone who knew my dad loved him to bits. He was a true blue who hated the reds more than anyone you've ever known, trust me.
Get on the subject of united and you were fucked, you would be there for hours...he hated the red fuckers with a passion for the very same reasons I see on here everyday.

There was eight of us in my family and we all grew up on Benchill rd Wythenshawe and enjoyed a wonderful childhood there. Mum and dad were in that house for about 58 years, never once behind with rent or bills, all paid for by my mums part time job and dads work as a drummer, (think phoenix nights) plus his occasional work as an electrician and signwriter.
One of my older brothers and my older sister (the ox off here's mum) were born in that house. I also have about 20 nieces and nephews plus a few great nieces and nephews who all knew my mum and dad and the house in which we all shared the same memories, good and bad.
Mum was hard worker and a typical woman of her time who gave everything to us all. She worked her fingers to the bone to provide for us, and when birthdays and christmas came along, she NEVER left anyone out, right up till the day she had to be put into a care home in Sale after a series of extra strokes and it became a struggle for the family to maintain keeping her in the home she had lived in for most of her life. ( have you ever had to wipe your mums arse and looked into her eyes to see the obvious heartbreak she felt at having her youngest son be put through such an undignified thing, a poor woman who has never given anything but the best to her family and to all who knew her?)..none of us were equipped to keep it up anymore. She needed professional help that we could no longer provide her with. We tried in vain to keep her at home where she belonged, but we had to admit defeat.

It was soul destroying.

While all this is going on, dad really put himself out to look after her the best he could, probably adding to his own demise in the process. He spent a couple of years grabbing what sleep he could in the armchair in the living room because mum was now in a bed in there and he kept an eye on her night and day. He hadn't been in the best of health himself, and remember, he was an eighty year old man.
With things that would take too long to list here, lets just say he was a man who endured pain all his life that would have most of us crying like babies and topping ourselves. He endured having a knee removed through his goalkeeping days as a kid, a finger through TB, an ankle removed through arthritis, even a toe falling off through a medics neglect, but all the way, he never lost his sense of humour, and nor did we, with constant banter right up to the end.... He was born on Friday the thirteenth, and we were constantly reminded of this because of his constant bad luck. (His birthday was last Friday funnily enough).
He was as hard as nails, and was never afraid to say what he felt was right. would lay down his life for any one of us.
One of my nephews had kidney problems when he was born, straightaway, my dad was there putting himself forward to offer one of his own.

Dad died in Wythenshawe hospital in 2005. Mum died in the care home in Sale in 2010.

And do you know what?

Thank fuck they are dead.

Because if these evil, uncaring, sociopathic bastards had brought this out while they were still alive and suffering, I'd be on the train to London to put a bullet through their fucking heads.



Fuck Ian Duncan Smith,

Fuck you, and fuck anyone who thinks this is acceptable you Selfish bastards.
Hang your heads in shame, you evil fuckers.
My mum and dad were worth a hundred of you fuckers.

Mate that's a heart wrenching post but your folks would not have been impacted by under occupancy as they were over pension tax credit age.

This policy is aimed at those on benefits who are in houses too big for them. Why should tax payers pay for houses that are too big? I'd love another two or so extra rooms but cannot afford it. Neither can the country. The mistake they have made is not building more smaller properties for people to move into to go hand in hand with the policy and give people the option of moving to something smaller.

We have a generation that are not in education training or employment, we have a lot of brownfield sites in cities and towns up and down the land that are not being used due to the decline in manufacturing, use the brown field sites to build more social housing, award the contracts on condition that those that take them on train young people in bricklaying, roofing, plastering, joinery, sparks etc etc, take people off the dole, give them skills for the rest of their lives, ease the housing shortage and reduce the housing costs (more housing = less demand = lower rents in both social and private markets).
Until there is a range of one and two bedroom properties, leave the housing benefit system as it was

 

[Pieblue]

Can all of you who agree with this bedroom tax on the grounds of why should people be subsidised by the tax payer.Explain to me why if you are a home owner living in your property as a single occupant or if it is your second home and not continuously occupied you get a twenty five percent reduction in your council tax.Is that not a subsidy paid to you by the taxpayers of the U.K.Or is it only wrong when it is a rented property and the subsidy is going to some feckless council house tenant.

 

[Ifwecouldjust.......]

A little tale for you to comfortably fall asleep to.

In 2000, my mum had a stroke. She lost the ability to speak, and was paralysed down one side. A dignified woman if ever you saw one.
She never was a drinker, and when I say she had never even touched a cigarette, I mean it. Not once in her eighty years had she ever even so much as held a cig, so for her to have had a stroke came as big shock. But anyone who is unlucky enough to have a family member go through this soon becomes an expert and learns how indiscriminate and cruel strokes can be. Three years later, the same fate beheld my dad. Anyone who knew my dad loved him to bits. He was a true blue who hated the reds more than anyone you've ever known, trust me.
Get on the subject of united and you were fucked, you would be there for hours...he hated the red fuckers with a passion for the very same reasons I see on here everyday.

There was eight of us in my family and we all grew up on Benchill rd Wythenshawe and enjoyed a wonderful childhood there. Mum and dad were in that house for about 58 years, never once behind with rent or bills, all paid for by my mums part time job and dads work as a drummer, (think phoenix nights) plus his occasional work as an electrician and signwriter.
One of my older brothers and my older sister (the ox off here's mum) were born in that house. I also have about 20 nieces and nephews plus a few great nieces and nephews who all knew my mum and dad and the house in which we all shared the same memories, good and bad.
Mum was hard worker and a typical woman of her time who gave everything to us all. She worked her fingers to the bone to provide for us, and when birthdays and christmas came along, she NEVER left anyone out, right up till the day she had to be put into a care home in Sale after a series of extra strokes and it became a struggle for the family to maintain keeping her in the home she had lived in for most of her life. ( have you ever had to wipe your mums arse and looked into her eyes to see the obvious heartbreak she felt at having her youngest son be put through such an undignified thing, a poor woman who has never given anything but the best to her family and to all who knew her?)..none of us were equipped to keep it up anymore. She needed professional help that we could no longer provide her with. We tried in vain to keep her at home where she belonged, but we had to admit defeat.

It was soul destroying.

While all this is going on, dad really put himself out to look after her the best he could, probably adding to his own demise in the process. He spent a couple of years grabbing what sleep he could in the armchair in the living room because mum was now in a bed in there and he kept an eye on her night and day. He hadn't been in the best of health himself, and remember, he was an eighty year old man.
With things that would take too long to list here, lets just say he was a man who endured pain all his life that would have most of us crying like babies and topping ourselves. He endured having a knee removed through his goalkeeping days as a kid, a finger through TB, an ankle removed through arthritis, even a toe falling off through a medics neglect, but all the way, he never lost his sense of humour, and nor did we, with constant banter right up to the end.... He was born on Friday the thirteenth, and we were constantly reminded of this because of his constant bad luck. (His birthday was last Friday funnily enough).
He was as hard as nails, and was never afraid to say what he felt was right. would lay down his life for any one of us.
One of my nephews had kidney problems when he was born, straightaway, my dad was there putting himself forward to offer one of his own.

Dad died in Wythenshawe hospital in 2005. Mum died in the care home in Sale in 2010.

And do you know what?

Thank fuck they are dead.

Because if these evil, uncaring, sociopathic bastards had brought this out while they were still alive and suffering, I'd be on the train to London to put a bullet through their fucking heads.



Fuck Ian Duncan Smith,

Fuck you, and fuck anyone who thinks this is acceptable you Selfish bastards.
Hang your heads in shame, you evil fuckers.
My mum and dad were worth a hundred of you fuckers.

Mate that's a heart wrenching post but your folks would not have been impacted by under occupancy as they were over pension tax credit age.

This policy is aimed at those on benefits who are in houses too big for them. Why should tax payers pay for houses that are too big? I'd love another two or so extra rooms but cannot afford it. Neither can the country. The mistake they have made is not building more smaller properties for people to move into to go hand in hand with the policy and give people the option of moving to something smaller.

We have a generation that are not in education training or employment, we have a lot of brownfield sites in cities and towns up and down the land that are not being used due to the decline in manufacturing, use the brown field sites to build more social housing, award the contracts on condition that those that take them on train young people in bricklaying, roofing, plastering, joinery, sparks etc etc, take people off the dole, give them skills for the rest of their lives, ease the housing shortage and reduce the housing costs (more housing = less demand = lower rents in both social and private markets).
Until there is a range of one and two bedroom properties, leave the housing benefit system as it was

But thats too intelligent a solution for our MP's and Government to come up with tho isn't it. After all they are only being paid £70,000 a year plus expenses