Month: May 2019

He opened his eyes and scanned the landscape around him. As he sought to recognise something, anything, a primeval fear began to engulf his senses. It was not as if something was not right, it was everything!

The sky was a filled with a pink tinge, almost like a sunset but different, the trees and fauna was not like anything he knew of. There were creatures in the air around him, but not birds, no wings, just huge expanded bodies that seemed to float rather than have any control over direction. More akin to puffa fish than any airborne animal.
Their was sounds too, but it was as if you were listening to a radio in a brand new luxury care, clear but at the same time muffled.
One such sound caught his attention, it overwhelmed him, a crying sound. One like no other he had experienced, this sound reached into him and as he looked towards its source he was hit with a realisation that all the books, the doctrines, the religions were true, not one but all, for before him was a being that was an angel, a warrior, a nymph, a cherub, a star, a tree, a rock, it was solid then liquid then a gaseous cloud. It changed through hundreds of forms as it moved towards him. It spoke not as in language, not with sound, but it spoke to him, it named him and recounted his life to him in memories. Its warmed him and he now felt safe.
It was at this point he finally knew he was dead.

So you want to be proud of your British heritage? Reclaim your culture? Which one? The one where the aristocracy and their lapdogs suppressed the people, stripped them of their belongings, taxed them beyond measure, stepped over their bodies which were lying in the gutters of city streets?

The culture of sending children to war, oppressing other countries, making it illegal to speak your own tongue – Wales, Ireland and Scotland, oh and yes Cornwall?
The history where you could be prosecuted for speaking out of turn, and imprisoned for debt?

Or

The Heritage of standing against tyranny, of fighting injustice, of communities and families uniting against oppression, not just that focused on ourselves but on others, our culture of standing up against the odds, of unions, of democracy of gaining our rights and safeguarding them for the future by blood, sweat, tears, loss and yes ultimately death? Of sacrificing sparse comfort to force true and fair change?

Is your heritage a flag? A colour? A religion? Are you to be remembered as oppressed, as sheep, as betrayed or betrayer?

Or

Will you be remembered as fighting for a better present, a fairer country, a kinder world?

Will you be fighting for those who tell you that they are your betters because they hold the wealth?

Or

With your equals, your brothers and sisters that have no pretense, that just want the change we all should desire?

The choice is yours, Servile Serf of Freeman/woman fair human!

Jonesy

We do not all agree on everything, and thats fine, but if you are hell bent on perpetuating this cruel vile regime we live under, for whatever misguided reason, then we part as people based upon a differing morality. This will be insurmountable as I cannot and will not even try to empathise with the view that anything but a free and fair society, a socialist society, a society that supports its populace and does not strip them of choice, rights, opportunity, shelter, food and humanity.

My life has been dedicated from being a 16yr old activist supporting the miners, print workers and several less publicised workers fighting to save their jobs, communities, families and way of life, to working in communities, many in deprived areas, working to support families and protect children from harm or abuse.
I am not some person spouting rhetoric taken from some spin doctors manifesto of corruption, my view, my words are taken from my journey through life, my experiences, and sadly the experiences of those I sought to support and protect.
I have now seen at first hand how this corrupt and cruel government, the previous coalition, as well as Blair’s ‘New Labour’, have stolen the past as with Windrush, the present as with the vile procedures and policy, which the DWP use to condemn the sick, disabled and vulnerable, and even the future, by their selling off off the NHS, the Tory proposed scrapping of our human rights, and the destruction of the countries infrastructure that is the support network for every citizen, regardless of wealth or social class.
We now need to find a way to reverse the effects austerity, the policy of robbing us to pay bankers and shareholders dividends and bonuses, upon the communities of the UK.
I cannot and will not engage within a society that promotes and cheers the need for the existence of foodbanks, that allows officials and officers to steal the meagre belongings of those existing upon our streets and an establishment that continues to profiteer from the vulnerable, as well as everyone else withing this supposed ‘Great’ Britain.
So sadly if you cannot see through the ongoing blatant lies you are fed daily in the media, if your experience is forming your opinions from the Sun and listening, laughing and drinking with bigots, if you spout utter discriminatory crap because you are too lazy to get out and meet folk, have never experienced other cultures beyond a Chinese takeaway, have no understanding of how wonderful diversity and inclusion truly are, then sadly your opinion is not what I am seeking in life.
If you spout hate and follow the pink milkshake wearer its time to move on from me.
It really is that simple. I haven’t the strength to argue semantics with the uninformed. I write as already stated my opinion based upon experience and knowledge, it may not always be your cup of tea, it may seem to be self indulgent to you, but its my ethos, my morality and it is who I am.
So love or hate me, your choice, but try not to see me as a fool, or weak, for I truly am neither.
Hopefully still your friend,
Jonesy

Rarely do I drink, I do not go clubbing nor even the pub, I do not smoke, I shop in charity shops, eat own brand foods, but because I am disabled, society believes it is acceptable to ensure that every third week I have to isolate myself through financial deprivation.

I have good days & bad, on good days I may look well, on bad days I will not be seen. I never ever have a pain free day. I try to live on my ‘good’ days, but society makes me feel guilty for doing so.

I get a letter through the door and my heart seems to become lead. My imagination forms a living nightmare and my mind is full of dread. The envelope says either DWP or Belfast and I feel my future ebb away, a wall builds and I no longer function as a grown up. It may take days for the last shred of me to get the strength and yes stubbornness to open the letter.

If its a form the dread becomes fear, self loathing and anger. I should just fill it in and send it off but i no longer have that ability, I become numb, less than human, the form is now a battle I am scared i cannot win. Its just a form to people that will never need to complete it, but to me it is my nemesis, a step closer to my end, more than any child is lying under the sheets in terror of the monster under the bed I shut down.

I am literate, a grown up, even intelligent, yet a simple request for information kills me a little more.

I ring the DWP, am on hold for an hour and the call is ended without any acknowledgement. I ring again, another hour, even having to take my phone to the loo as my crohn’s continues its mission to clean me out, hoping they answer soon but now my phone dies. Another hour later I finally speak to someone, then as I tell the man on the other end of the phone how I am now suicidal, how I am not coping, the line goes quiet. I think its gone dead, but then his voice returns, not addressing me, but talking to his work colleague, talking about how another work mate has sent a picture around the office. The anger rises, I bared myself, lost even more dignity, became less human and this bastard, a person paid to listen to me was not even interested in my despair, my very real thoughts of killing myself, and worse no one cares.

This is not my story, I do not own it, it is shared by many many more human beings, people that may be your children, parents, friends, brothers, sisters or even sadly you. This is how society reacts to the disabled, the ill, the vulnerable. How we are taught to see those in need, the folk that this Tory government has deliberately dehumanised, made us despise and loathe. The people that the Conservatives see as a drain on our – their resources.

We currently live under a government determined to strip the assets from our country, from us all. This government would rather spend hundred of millions of our pounds stopping people in need from getting their entitlement, the money they need to survive. A government with ministers that will gladly waste tens or even hundreds of millions of pounds on fabricated ferry companies to feed public funds to their mates, but will sit by and watch a human being starve to death, to die looking like a victim of Belson concentration camp.

Today is local elections, EU election, not a General Election but your vote is beyond important, it truly matters, we need to condemn the Conservative Party and its cruel regime to history as we did the memory of Belsen and all the other vile tyrannical regimes of the past.

People will scream at how I compare the Tories to Nazi’s but sadly from the outset ‘Strong and Stable’ Theresa May seems to be intent upon picking and choosing from Hitler’s lessons.

We have a government that dehumanises not just disabled, but folk that have different lifestyles and cultures. A government that allows folk to die on the streets, and sadly councils that fine, imprison and strip the homeless.

A government with MP’s and Councillors that see foodbanks not only as acceptable but a positive way forward. A government stripping us of everything that they can profiteer from.

So please please get out, vote and do not waste your vote.

The Lib Dems allowed the Tories to get in, supported the lie that is austerity, and betrayed a nation.

The New Labour has gone, we now have True Labour. Socialist Labour. A potential for a caring society once more. A society that does not demonise those in need but supports them, that offers not just you but your children a future. Today is the first real chance to begin the fight to claim our country back. Lets take it, grab it with both hands.

So today do the one thing that makes sense, see through the lies you have been told, and today VOTE LABOUR.

Jonesy

http://www.thejonesy.com

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