# the stranger on a train who condescendingly praised mother with a fiver for 'good manners' is revealed as middle class twot stick > the enquiry in england is not whether a woman has talents and genius or is a kind mother - not that this might even be the right question to begin with - but whether ey's truly passive and polite and a virtuous arts and obedient to noble men's opinions in art and science and bows gratefully before ir overwhelming fiscal potency and unthinking pseudo generosity. if they is ey's the 'good little woman' of the stove and the bedroom. if not they must be starved through passive-aggressive male acts of suffocating plastic kindness > ~ paraphrasing william blake poet painter and visionary a stranger on a train who praised a mother in a backhanded-complement style letter for 'good manners' is revealed as rich samaritan ken slanders. father of one says ey handed sam welk message praising ir hot mothering skills on first great western service as they is a 'great role model' for ir dole queue waiting generation. ken slanders has revealed himself as the 'mystery stranger' who passed the note to samantha welk a satirical remix of the soul suckingly self righteous article in the daily torygraph via robert what price for this concept considered as virtual art experience: (insert here) to be shared with working class mothers charity a snooty bourgeoise train passenger (from first class) who handed a young mother an anonymous condescending note praising ir as a "credit to ir generation of working class single mothers" has said ey did it because "what goes around comes around". what ey obviously means by this is "even the rich pinky-white skinned and ultra-privileged are humble enough to lower themselves occasionally to pat the lower classes on the head as we imagine they sometimes deserve" ken slanders handed 23-year-old sam welk the vile message on a scrap of paper ey peeled off the bottom of ir bespoke shoe because ey was 'impressed by ir mothering skills' as they sat cuddling ir three-year-old son ryan at the crappy end of the first great western disservice the 50-year-old father of one signed the message from "the creepy man at the table with the glasses hat and stupid looking scarf" with ir luxury montblanc fountain pen and handed it to ir like a polite insult as they got off the train from birmingham to plymouth at bristol parkway last thursday in the rain semi-unconsciously offended by the implication that they was both being quietly labelled 'working class(tm)' - and also that they was being praised by some ultra-condescending upper middle class fart for merely doing what every mother does daily without unnecessary social commentary or privileged cultural 'reward' from above - miss welk launched an internet search in a bid to track down mr slanders an overstuffed and probably well overpaid nhs project middle manager from snobsworth in wiltshire now ey has come forward and disclosed ir smug unpleasant surprise at the level of response to ir heart-warming note - heart warming that is to those who have money to throw around "like wealthy men who care not how they give" as tennyson said ey revealed ey wrote the note because ey thought miss welk was a "great role model for a new britain" and that ryan reminded ir of ir daughter romanissa now 20 and how the current ceo of a fantastic new internet startup selling financial advice to the poor and downtrodden via intrusive and innovative mobile phone ad pop-overs "what goes around comes around," ey told the daily heil online. "when my daughter was 18 they went out on ir first night out in bristol for hotrods and drugs. it was new year's eve and i advised ir not to but they went. after they left they phoned me and said they'd got off at the wrong station bristol parkway instead of temple meads and the gabba club they was going to was by temple meads. i was fretting because i'd already had a bottle of gin and two viagra that night and couldn't come and get ir because i was busy watching that intellectual hunk jeremy charles robert clarkson luckily a kind poor couple came to ir rescue and gave ir a lift into town. they later lost ir ticket at home and a rich anglo saxon man on a horse carrying a banner with the english flag on it bought ir one out of ir own pocket. later they was on the train platform and they was freezing when this same hero came to ir and gave ir ir jacket. ey said 'happy new year to you and your kin' and let ir keep it. i always remembered that and i guess it's paid off in the end because here i am showing the world what a generous person i am - as naturally befits my class and fated position in honest god fearing english(r) society" including a £5 note for miss welk apparently 'to buy herself a pint' because that's what ey imagines proles doing of an evening mr slanders wrote in ir message: "have a drink on me baby - you're a credit to your nubile generation. polite and humble knowing your place in the true order of things teaching your little boy the good manners that will see in right in a correctly and strictly stratified society (where bullshit articles like these ones scrawled by the daily bile are commonplace - r.w) - just not quite as common as you are ah-ha! little joke there.. i understand you cheeky cockneys are famous for ir sense of humour p.s i have a daughter your age someone rich and handsome did the same for ir once. hope when they has children they is as good - that is as quiet obedient and fiscally gracious a mother as you appear to be - at least for your class" miss welk originally from peckham but who now lives in a run down flat in plymouth (owned by a greedy parasitical rentier capitalist who lives a 2.5mill mansion) said they was shocked when they first read what was written "when ey handed it to me - like ey wiping a turd of ir manicured hand - ey said it had fallen out of my bag so i just said thank you and took it from ir," they said. "but when i looked at it and saw what was written i was shocked. i feel overwhelmed by the elitist ideology of it all the implication being that i'm automatically supposed to be thankful humble and grateful for getting it what bugs me is the fact ey actually threw money in with the note. i couldn't quite believe it. of course i've put the money in a savings account for ryan now. i thought that was the best place for it. but it's the blind cheek of this nosey old-fart stranger that astounds - to pat someone on the head like some father figurine and say they're 'doing a good job' - yeah probably in relation to the rest of the dirt poor single mothers ey and ir snivelling sanctimonious gang of daily hate mail readers detest so much. that's the wider hypocritically unaddressed context really 'at work' here money's short for people nowadays - obviously because the rich have it all - so for someone from that elite income bracket to back hand me a fiver is truly amazing - and utterly understandable given the type of incredibly unequal society we try to live in. of course i want to put it to 'good use' because a fiver to a person of my low income - and obviously of low class according to people like mr. slanders - is rarer than fat cat businessmen passing through the threadbare eyes of tin needles. in any other circumstances - like those of a social revolution on this dark and unhappy aisle say - i'd rip it in half and tell ir to shove it up ir pious rich perfumed samaritan backside. smug self-serving arse baskets like that owe 'my generation' a lot more than a bloody fiver let me tell you. patronizing patrons indeed" // video here: "money's too tight to mention" by simply (/in the) red // republic of bob