It’s Outrageously Outrageous!
Yet another sign that Jolly Olde England: some MPs may have to commute to Parliament!
London and South-East MPs reacted furiously today to leaked news that their expenses are to be slashed to ribbons.
At least 48 MPs in the capital will have a £3,250 salary cut at a stroke because standards watchdog Sir Christopher Kelly has decided to cut in half the London salary supplement.
Another proposal, branded “idiotic” and “woolly”, is to ban £24,000 second home expenses for MPs living within 60 minutes by train from Westminster.
Let me get this straight: MPs who live within, within 60 minutes travel time by train of Parliament get £24,000 (call it a tad over $39,000) extra to maintain a second home? WTF? Mind you, these are the same folks who deduct their spouses porn bills as “office expenses.”
Sir Stuart Bell, a senior member of the House of Commons commission, said it would be “totally unacceptable” to have South-East MPs forced to commute in the middle of the night and predicted that MPs “might baulk” at stripping them of second homes.
“Forced to commute in the middle of the night”? An hour?
Thanet North MP Roger Gale said: “I do not know what Christopher Kelly thinks MPs do… he does not live in the real world.” He also attacked the “idiotic idea that if you live an hour from London by train you cannot have a home in London”
So…anyone who has a commute of an hour should get money for a second home nearer to work? Sorry, any government official; silly me.
Commuting, like taxes, are for the little people.
Gee, I feel sorry for those poor, put-upon MP’s, and also for those poor Wall Street execs (excluding Warren Buffet who rides the subway) who find it impossible to travel from the Street to a meeting in Midtown except in a limo.
Or Bloomberg who makes a show for the cameras when he takes the subway to City Hall occasionally…but goes to the Meadowlands via helifreakincopter.
Poor babies!
And I do mean “babies”.
Completely agree, Mr. Bingley.
However, these figures pale in comparison to say Nancy ‘I want my own private jet’ Pelosi and what us peons of society must shell out for our “mentors” gathering place(s).
In general, most folks refer to it simply as D.C.
Personally, an acronymic, say with the letters P.A.C.O (or if need be add the S) certainly would be more…uhhh, flowing, poetic if one chooses.
e.g. Places Allowing Corrupt Overseer’s (gosh, surely there are better than that, I know, I know…(Don’t call me Surely…lol)
Hehehe, yes, this certainly is a PACO situation.
(and I have no idea why it put your comment in moderation…perhaps the latest version of WordPress has a built-in PACO filter?)
Mr. Bingley, perhaps I landed in comment moderation by virtue of me banging on WoidPwess, concerning my problems with placing videos with THEIR or VodPod’s handy-dandy button(s) that indicate…’Ahhh yes, press this button and your video choices will magically appear on your blog’
OH! as is said, just because I’m paranoid, doesn’t mean someone isn’t after me…LOL.
OR: It could be my tecnickle prowess…As I’ve stated numerous times…”to me, a screwdriver, is a drink” 😉
Jiminy, my commute is nearly an hour, and it isn’t all that bad on most days. I barely notice it any more. But heck, if I were in Parliament I could have a little bungalow right here in town!
…forced to commute in the middle of the night …
Bings, on behalf of all us coffee drinkers, thanks for leaving your own snug home at 10:30 the previous evening in order to be able to fight your way into the city by 8 a.m. You’re an inspiration to the children.
Clearly, business is the wrong business to be in.
I always do it for the children, ‘Fly.
Two houses? How about a government-provided second family so The Oppressed won’t get lonely in the middle of the night. They could do it for the children.
The reason they have to commute at night is because….THEY’RE VAMPIRES! Well for sure they are blood suckers like all political hacks ’round the planet.
I wanted a gig like that right up to where Robin made sense of it all.
Now I don’t. I have no doubt they’re vampires. And I’m not quite dead yet…
Cheer up. It WILL get better.