Fostering isn’t for me and never will be. It’s impossible anyway – I’m a smoker and they banned us first. Lots of people thought that was a good thing and declared that just because smokers were considered unfit to be around children, nobody else needed to worry.
Even when the ban extended to anyone with a miniature of gin in the house and anyone whose waistline exceeded approved limits, no, no, it won’t go further.
In all those cases, the policy was in place and had been for a long time before it came to light. So when ‘membership of a political party’ is reportedly used to stop foster parents taking care of children, you just know it’s not the first time. This is the first time someone actually told the foster parents and the first time the press have listened to those parents. I suspect that wasn’t supposed to happen.
By the way, we’re not talking about the BNP or one of those vicious organisations like UAF here. The children were removed because the parents joined UKIP.
Joyce Thacker, the council’s strategic director of children and young people’s services, said the decision to remove the children was taken after consultation with lawyers.
Then she spouts a load of cliche-ridden gobbledegook intended to make her sound intelligent but actually making her sound like the pointy-haired boss from Dilbert.
Incidentally, Guido has found that she is one of the Common Purpose drones and gleefully links to an interview in which she manages to dig her hole even deeper, still believing she is in the right and incapable of seeing where her words and actions are leading. Common Purpose does not produce leaders. It produces self-important brainwashed morons. They do not ‘think outside the box’. They do not think for themselves at all. They are capable only of following the preset agenda.
So now we are at the stage where your political beliefs can bar you from looking after other people’s children – and soon they will begin removing children from parents considered unsuitable. They’ll start with smokers again and the cretins will cheer again, and once more they will believe that this creeping monster will never arrive at their own door.
Even though it has already passed their door and is settled in the living room with a beer, watching X factor.