🏏🦿💸👑So let’s get this straight: a disabled father with one leg plays a bit of amateur cricket, and suddenly he’s a benefit cheat who must repay £36,000. Meanwhile, a House of Lords member can show up for 20 minutes, say absolutely nothing, then slope off to a £3 taxpayer-subsidised steak and pocket £380 for the day—and that’s just called “public service.”
Funny how one leg is a red flag, but 800 unelected aristocrats resting on theirs is business as usual.
🥩 Lords on the Gravy Train, Disabled Dads in the Dock
Let’s break it down.
One-legged man: Hits a cricket ball in the park → “Fit to work! Fraudster! Pay it all back!”
Lord Hemorrhage-of-Cash: Signs in, reads the Racing Post, votes against free school meals → “Ah, democracy in action.”
One gets investigated for enjoying life with a disability.
The other gets knighted for not dying in a chair during a climate bill debate.
This isn’t just inequality. It’s parody.
You can literally hobble onto a pitch and be seen as a scammer, while another guy in ermine robes snoozes through the nation’s crises and earns more in a day than most carers in a week.
The DWP doesn’t send fraud teams into Westminster dining rooms. No one’s checking if Lord Stuffington really needed that taxpayer-subsidised red wine with his fillet steak. But play one cricket match on a prosthetic leg and you’re suddenly on trial for crimes against the Treasury?
This isn’t about money. It’s about who we think deserves joy, and who we assume is gaming the system. Spoiler alert: it’s rarely the ones actually draining it.
Why is there one rule for the Lords and another for the limping? How is swinging a bat worse than nodding off in Parliament? And how long before we means-test joy, happiness, or basic dignity?
👇 Sound off in the comments. Defend the one-legged cricketer, roast a Lord, or propose your own satirical benefit reforms.
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