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“Oh, they aren't so bad. To spit on, that is.”
“My working class brings all the boys to the yard.”
“I have found that if you pull back your foreskin, your class is written there. ”
“Work is the curse of the drinking classes.”
Working-Class people are Level One on The Game Of Life. The middle class 'pleb' was invented in around 1815 to tackle the problem of there being just so much money for everyone. The working-classes were to be vile, frankly disgusting creatures that not only had a poor sense of humour, wearing old suits, but also spoke with a voice so annoying you were happy that Capitalism was working against them.
Up North, The Deep South and South America are famous communes for such people. The Middle-Classes, a much fairer and attractive race, must now keep them in check with linquistic superiorty and a general better sense of the arts, food, and other such tom-foolery.
It was hit upon, in 1964 after working-class go-happies The Beatles came to prominence, that coal mines and such would be needed to keep these working classes in check. This was an idea supported by both of the good classes and the British Conversative Party, also known as the Anti-Working-Class Rights League, enacted it.
Several campaigns in the seventies, were, in fact, seen as quite racist. Such properganda as pictures of the Early John Lennon unwritten with 'Know your enemy, and know your rights: John Lennon. He might have got rich, but you can still legally spit on him.'
The right wing movements of the eighties weren't actually racist though, they just wanted to make sure the middle-classes pillows were fluffed and their horses were well-fed.
The working classes folk will still be a problem for some years to come. Best stick to the best form of the English language, then.