Polygraphs don't work to an evidential standard, so we'd have to be giving politicians some kind of truth drug ... which would destroy the parallelism :-/
Which is to say, any difference between data for beneficiaries, and data for people applying for low-level jobs such as fruit-picking, should not be expected to be huge.
Of course, it could be argued that beneficiaries, by definition, have less disposable income than full-time paid employees, and therefore less opportunity for recreational drug use. But (i) that assumption ignores the fact that most paid jobs are not full-time, and are insufficiently remunerated to support regular recreational drug use; and (ii) it’s a disturbingly short step from that assumption to the heartless classist neoconartist Puritanical belief that, as a result, benefit levels should be kept at levels inadequate to support any kind of comfort in life, in order to stop taxpayer money being wasted on “undesirables” who surely would be spending it on drugs if they could.
It also indicates that for Blinglish, the off-the-record opinions of unnamed employers will always count more than the lives of workers.
He’s spreading lies, and he’s fully aware of it, the conniving bastard.
Whether they’re originally his own lies is entirely beside the point.
Well, that's one way of looking at it.
But more simply: narcissist sets up yet another group to feed his ego.
What else could we really expect?
ordained takeaways for dinner
I’m a fairly awful cook in general, but I do a pretty mean 2-egg wok omelette, if I do say so myself. (It’s also a ‘kitchen-sink’ omelette – often the filling is leftover chopped stuff from the previous night’s mushroom & vege soup, plus layers of cheese and ham.)
To avoid the thing falling apart, I:
* keep about 20 ml of the egg mix [with salt, pepper, parsley, and watered down just a little] aside;
* put the filling layers on only one half of the egg surface;
* fold (not flip) the uncovered half over, once it’s cooked enough to be moved as a unit, carefully supported by a fish-slice;
* drizzle the uncooked egg around the sides (pouring it down a fork), then press slightly so that it sets the bottom and top sides of the egg together.
Et voila, the resulting omelette can be flipped over briefly to finish cooking the “top” (again, supported by a fish-slice) without leaving the wok, and can be slid out onto a plate at the end without further violent or risky motion.
or even the unpalatable possibility of someone deciding they needed to be seen to be "tough on drugs" because TV cameras were rolling.
balling my eyes out [...] still THE experience of my life
I can see how it would be; that describes quite a different reaction than mere bawling.