Getting to my computer yesterday morning, I saw an online associate of mine from DAN, Paula, had flagged up there were going to be questions to Iain Duncan Smith in parliament over benefit reform, and that people should come watch if they could. Westminster is not hard for me to get to, so I thought I’d go help in the battle against this vile little man.

What I witnessed yesterday disturbed me. Today we can take my usual preamble about my trip there as read; yes parliament is a cool place, but I don’t feel like writing about how impressed I was with Portcullis house. In the committee room itself, I bore witness to a complete insult to democracy: answering the questions put to him, IDS was arrogant, dismissive and rude. He acted as if he thought it was a waste of his time. The questions ranged from delays in the implementation of Universal Credit to the new IT systems needed. Every time, the man brushed away criticisms as if the opinions of the panel did not matter. I felt myself getting very angry two or three times, but with Paula’s help I was just about able to restrain myself.

Part of me wishes that this morning you would all be reading about how, yesterday afternoon, Iain Duncan-Smith was throttled by a man with cp in parliament. He was sat just feet from me. That is what the piece of shit deserved, yet I had to be a good boy, restrain myself and put up with the lies. The idea was just to force the man to see the type of people he is hurting. Nevertheless, this morning I am angrier than ever at the unelected tory scumbags currently claiming to be our rightful government, and more determined than ever to make them pay for their crimes. Coming home last night, I reflected upon the fact that I had shown implicit approval by just sitting there quietly – it left a nasty taste in my mouth.