X’s screaming again, and my head’s pounding like a jackhammer on cheap speed. The feeds are a goddamn inferno – notifications piling up faster than bodies in a plague pit. Yesterday, I tore into those journalistic frauds Brooks and Goodwin, a pair of hacks with less spine than a jellyfish in a blender. But that was just the warm-up. Today, the real shit’s hit the fan, and it’s splattered across the disabled, the desperate, and the data-hacked. Welcome to the country, where the scum rises faster than the rent.
Let’s start with the rancid pile of garbage stinking up the feeds: the Motability scheme hate-fest. Yeah, you heard me. Some mouth-breathing troglodytes have decided disabled people – those poor bastards already fighting gravity and a broken system – don’t deserve to lease a car. The Motability scheme, for those of you too busy snorting designer dust to care, lets folks with serious mobility issues use part of their Personal Independence Payment (PIP) to lease a vehicle. Not a gold-plated Rolls-Royce, mind you, despite what the brain-dead trolls on X are shrieking. It’s a practical car, leased for three years, paid for out of their PIP. Paid for. Not free. You get that? These are people who can’t walk to the corner store without their bodies betraying them, and they’re paying for the privilege of a little independence.
But no, that’s too much for the hate-mongers. They’ve got their pitchforks out, whining that PIP is “free money.” Free money? It’s a lifeline for people the system’s already chewed up and spat out. You try living with a body that’s more pain than person and see how “free” it feels. The nerve of these pricks, sitting in their mom’s basements, jerking off to their own cruelty while they scream about “entitlements.”
And then – oh, this is rich – some sadistic fuckwits built a website called motabilitycarchecker.co.uk. Yeah, a whole site dedicated to sniffing out which cars belong to disabled people on the scheme. They’re piggybacking off the gov.uk Dartford Crossing checker, which stupidly flags if you’re exempt because of Motability. These creeps take that data, slap it on their shitty little site, and wave it around like a trophy, so their followers can – what? Key a disabled person’s car? Spit on their windshield? What’s the endgame here, you vicious, brain-dead ghouls? I’d say get therapy, but I’m pretty sure even Freud would give up on you.
Enter @RedCommander_GB, a glorious bastard with a keyboard and a grudge. This righteous hacker didn’t just sit there whining – they hit back. Hard. A flood of spam requests (no, I’m not calling it a DoS attack, don’t get cute with me) drowned the site, sent the cowards running, redirecting their domain to the official Motability page. Poetic. The pricks behind it are still crying on X, blubbering about their “V3” comeback, but for now, their hate-wank’s offline. Good riddance. If the cops don’t knock on their door soon, I’ll do it myself with a can of silly string and a megaphone at 3am.
But wait, there’s more! Just when you thought the country couldn’t get any uglier, Nigel fucking Farage and his Reform goons slither back into the spotlight. Same old trick, different day. They’ve got another “protest” website up, luring people to sign a petition while sneakily harvesting their data. You can’t sign without opting into their newsletter – classic coercion, and a big middle finger to the ICO’s rules. The Information Commissioner’s Office, by the way, is about as useful as a paper condom in a monsoon. Their own guidelines say you can’t force people to opt in, but Reform’s laughing all the way to their data bank.
The Reform fanboys are out in force, screaming that it’s no big deal while the rest of us point to the ICO’s own words. It’s like arguing with flat-earthers who think Farage shits gold. And this isn’t their first rodeo. The Good Law Project’s already dragging Reform to court because – surprise – they won’t delete your data when you ask. That’s right, they’re hoarding your info like dystopian packrats, building a database of everyone on the electoral register with every scrap of “lawfully available” dirt they can scrounge. Except when you invoke your “right to be forgotten,” they tell you to piss off. That’s not just shady – it’s illegal. Reform’s playing by their own rules, and the law can go fuck itself.
Here’s the kicker: they’re hiding behind some loophole for political parties, except – ha! – Reform’s still a limited company, not a proper party. So their whole “we’re above the law” shtick is just hot air. Laws are for everyone else, apparently, while Farage and his data vampires keep slurping up your privacy.
The Country’s a cesspool, and this week’s proof is dripping from the walls. From targeting disabled people’s lifelines to Reform’s data-harvesting circus, it’s all the same filth: power-hungry cowards preying on the vulnerable. But there’s hope in the chaos – people like @RedCommander_GB and Don/Sal from NoHoldsBarred Pod are out there swinging. And me? I’m just here, chain-smoking and screaming the truth until my lungs give out.
Stay angry. It’s the only way we win.
Spider Thompson, out.
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