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Death By A Thousand Cuts

Is anyone else getting fed up with this new Coalition?  Yes.  Unrest is brewing.  The daily announcements of ever-more-brutal cuts more extreme than anything Thatcher tried - trying to downsize the State to below 40% - are becoming startling in their doomsday black comedy - the latest plan is to sell of England's natural reserves - its forests and waterways - to private companies to look after.  Cameron speaks with a forked tongue - yesterday he suggested that tourism was the future - today his government seems to be dooming the UK's leading tourist charms - its natural beauty spots - to second-rate husbandry, or worse.  This government will be a disaster, and we have to wait until 2015 to toss it out.

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I look on resentfully as the Conservative-dominated government sets about cutting up the Forestry Commission, Natural England and the like with no restraining influence from the Lib Dems. BUT no way do I want those nice Labour people to come back again soon and throw public money around again like confetti! They played a big part in preparing this 'disaster'. I only wish some more Lib Dems would show some guts and speak out.

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