Britain’s run by f**kwits

BRITAIN no longer has a car industry to speak of.

Cars are still made here, but built by foreign- owned firms.

There are fully British- owned marques – three, I think at the last count. But these make toys for the super- rich, not mass- market motors.

Quite a turnaround, as Britain used to be a massive carmaker.

As recently as 1968, the British Leyland Motor Corporation was the fifth- largest car manufacturer in the world.

So what happened?

Some blame nationalisation. But Leyland was not nationalised until 1975, and by then the rot was already terminal.

Some blame Brits buying foreign cars? Partly true. But patriotic Brits carried on buying British cars – even the woeful Morris Marina and godawful Allegro – when better foreign models were available.

Others blame strikes.

Yes, the unions hammered several nails into the coffin of the British motor industry, but the corpse was long dead by then.

The British motor industry was killed by utterly incompetent management.

Men – and in those days, they were all men – grown fat on past glories, putting in the bare minimum before knocking off to go to the golf club to boast they were captains of industry.

They were captains of a ship that was already on the seabed. Why this trot back into history? Well, it’s a reminder that many of the problems besetting Britain today are not new.

And the biggest problem f** kwits running the show.

British management is shit and has been for decades.

Last week there was a report that “senior managers” in the NHS had banned nurses from drinking water while on shifts because of a “risk of infection”.

In fact, there is no risk of nurses spreading infection from having a sip of water. There is not even an NHS guideline banning them from doing so.

But some scrawny- necked NHS manager – who became an NHS manager because their degree in gender studies from Knobchester Poly qualified them to do nowt else – decided to ban nurses from drinking water on their shifts.

So, as we bake in a heatwave, nurses are at risk of collapsing from thirst… while telling patients they must keep hydrated.

That’s the sort of shite that comes from British management.

“Aha,” the free- marketeers will cry, “that will all change if the NHS is privatised.”

BOLLOCKS! Who would run a privatised NHS?

The same clueless, unimaginative, tiny- dicked twats who run it now, that’s who.

I’ve got pals who work in the private sector, who report their managers are at best incompetent, at worst, downright dangerous.

And just look at the most senior managers in the country – those in Westminster currently grubbing for the top job. They’d struggle to run a f** king tap.

Once upon a time, we used to mock the rich nobility, who floated through life making a mint while apparently doing f** k all. Think Bertie Wooster.

But now Bertie and his halfwit chums have their hands on Britain’s steering wheel. And the useless f** kers are driving us off a cliff.