I cannot stand protesters. They really, really, REALLY get on my nerves. I'm talking specifically about those busy, workshy gets who don't have proper jobs and spend their days looking for something to get in a razz about. Those are the ones who really get on my tits. Before I continue, let me clearly state that I've got nothing against free speech, nor the right of every human being to try to make the world a better place, but there are those who just take it too far.
Naturally these long-standing feelings have been reignited by this 'Climate Camp' nonsense on the outskirts of Heathrow, where a bunch of militant skank-merchants are taking the opportunity to feel self-righteous and get on telly by 'raising our awareness of air travel's impact on the environment'. Bra-chuffing-vo.
I'm sorry, but who's buying this shit? So far, what have they actually raised our awareness to? It may have escaped their notice, but running this 'camp' like an independent state to the extent of only letting the press in for an hour every couple of days isn't exactly getting your point across is it? They're not bothered about saving the planet; they just want to cause trouble to a few multi-million pound airline companies.
The thing that gets me is who suffers because of this? The airlines? Not really, as they'd be booked up months in advance and only a few true crusties would boycott them. Mother Earth? Again, hardly. True, we're doing harm to the planet but global awareness of this is at an all-time high and governments don't need telling that air travel is where improvements have to be made. No, as usual, the ones to suffer are those people either trying to get on with their jobs or trying to enjoy a well-earned break from their jobs. But they can't, because these hygienically-challenged tossers are buggering about in a cesspool at the end of the runway.
Whenever there's a strike, it's the public who suffer, not the company. When the firemen started striking, who suffered? That's right - Britain's gullible civilians, who had to tolerate a bunch of put-upon soldiers driving antique fire engines with a water pistol on them to save us. And the postal strike? It's us who have to suffer delayed deliveries, while Royal Mail sit back and wait for their employees to realise that there's only one decent postal service in this country, so management can do what they like and we'll still have to use them. It's a joke, man.
Going back the Climate Cack, news that they've asked pending arrivers to bring civilian clothes and even air hostess uniforms so they can bypass airport security is a worrying development. Personally I hope anyone found on-site without sufficient ID is deemed a terrorist and immediately arrested and tried as such. That'll slow down the tree-huggers.
Perhaps my biggest gripe has to be the issue of the carbon footprint. Don't worry, I'm aware of it and fully understand the ramifications of our actions to the environment, but I do have one question for these tax-dodging jokers who've travelled from all over the UK to Heathrow in the name of trying to save the world:
How did you get there? Walk?
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