To be honest though the ridicolusly dangerous and misguided brinksmanship that Biden, the Tories and sadly Von Starmerführer have been playing for the last few years is only to make weapons profitable again. Having a cold war stance means more national budgets can go into munitions and arms. They can increase their own security and tie the hands of their own citizens with tales of fear.
Sadly though not only do we have these absolutely clueless muppets pulling our strings, we have hard line nutters doing the same in the countries we target as out “virtual enemies”.
This is playing a role play game but with real bombs, including nuclear.
Putin is not on my list of the mentally stable, nor is Khamenei, Xi Jinping, nor Kim Jong Un, but sadly Biden, Starmer or Benjamin Netanyahu are either.
Britain in my humble opinion hasn’t had a sane Prime Minister since Attlee.
We cannot continue to let these vile creature hold such power in this world. There does need to be a new order to the world but not with their influence or making.
The British government are in reality just puppets anyway. They are a feigned representation of what we are fooled into believing is democracy.
You do not need a foil covered cullender upon your head to realise that we are lied to every single day, by corrupt politicians who simple follow the orders of their masters.
Britain has few industry left, most having been asset stripped over the years at the agreement of the government’s representing all the official political parties and contenders.
The biggest of industries we still truly have are not owned by us, not even on the whole run in Britain, but owned by the British Establishment, and that industry is WAR!
It truly is that simple.
Month: Nov 2024
Meaning of my life at least.
I am so fed up of the attitudes of folk right now. When I got ill and had to retire I lost so many friends, they couldn’t understand how being ill effects folk.
They were oblivious to the all too often need due to pain, exhaustion and medication for me to cancel long standing arrangements or at times my not arriving after having set off.
These were people that had claimed for years, decades in some cases to be the best of friends, even calling themselves family.
I spent such a long time myself in coming to terms with the effects of crohns disease, insulin controlled diabetes, fibromyalgia, COPD, heart issues including angina, SVT and chronic heart disease, neuropathy, PTSD, and the depression and anxiety that goes with all of this.
People expect because of my size and personality, for me to be strong. And on the days they see me I try to be, often taking on their problems as my own.
During this journey there were points I would get very low, or even angry, mainly at myself. After trying to cope with the loss of my brother Robert, and truly struggling with that, he was 18yrs younger than me and like my son, me having had a huge role n his childhood, I lost all contact with my adult children, they only saw the grumpy side of me, believing I should just get over it. Their mum even ringing me and telling me I was a useless cripple, and to just die. Sadly some of my family chose to reinforce this view. I still have no contact, no idea about their lives in any way.
This year though things have been even more difficult. In January my dad got very ill. We took him to A&E at Chesterfield Royal Hospital with back pain, whilst in A&E a doctor told him he had cancer (no scans had been done), he was then moved to a ward, where they initially failed to recognise what was wrong, this caused his kidneys to fail,
He then was discharged with sepsis and within hours because we had recognised just how ill he was, we took him back in. Then they actually did some tests and whilst we were all with him a registrar told him, and us that he had cancer in his kidneys, that his kidneys had died and he had 2 months to live.
Thankfully she was completely wrong and had no cause to say any of this. There was no evidence of cancer, but there was a blocked tube from his kidney to his bladder which again they failed to operate upon. After being told he had 2 months to live my dad lost all hope. He lost three stone and refused to eat.
Eventually in April they realised about the pipe and after further investigation, with us meeting with consultant after consultant they decided to do a nephrostomy, basically a tube inserted directly into his kidney and bypassing the bladder completely. The urine from one kidney now draining into a bag.
It was almost a miracle cure for him. His kidneys that were supposedly “dead” returned to full function. Biopsies had not found any evidence of cancer. There was once again hope for us. Not so much for my dad himself though. From being a very fit 80yr old, happy to be walking round a car boot or driving to France, he now was a shadow. He was around 7 stone and almost 6ft. He became frail to the point of him wanting to give up. He once discharged would only sit in his arm chair staring at the walls. His passion for cooking had even gone. He seemed just to be waiting for God. The registrar had stolen all hope from him, and even when disproved the physical effect upon him was extreme.
Prior to him getting ill my life had been difficult, particularly in winter, and from being as active as possible in the local bike world and my club, suddenly I wasn’t seen anywhere. I lost contact with those who insisted on calling me brother (something after Robert actually took on a new meaning) and spent the majority of my time at hospital or with my folks.
In May I went away for a weekend to recharge, and to spend time with some long standing friends and my absolute soulmate. During this weekend I planned to return early to meet up with some others for a planned event, but my bike died on me. The gearbox went and I had to crawl home. The bike has ever since been in a mechanics garage being rebuilt at a cost I will not dare to share, needless to say I am glad I don’t smoke or really drink.
Then it was back into either being at my folks or with my dad at hospital. I had to cancel my own medical appointments including procedures that may long term prolong my life.
It was July before things started to settle a little for my dad, but even then I was around with him every moment I could be. The problem with a nephrostomy is that it can easily pull out if you catch it, it can cause infections inside your organs. It is pretty unpleasant. So still hospital or home for my dad.
Then the next level, he got a temperature, and became very sick. We took him to Chesterfield Royal Hospital yet again after his GP’s failed to act, he was admitted for critically low sodium, but even though I had assurances from the medical director that he would not be discharged until his sodium levels improved, his infection treated and he had stopped being sick. They kept him for two days on adult frailty then discharged him after insisting his sodium was fine and he had stopped being sick. This was sadly a lie. Within a few hours of discharge my sister took him to Northern General in Sheffield and they immediately transferred him to Urology at Sheffield Hallamshire Hospital.
He then was transferred to ITU and remained there for a few days with critically low sodium of 108 which caused severe delirium. He was dangerously ill and also had a severe kidney infection. Eventually after 6 weeks we have my dad home thankfully. It’s been horrible for him and my mum. He is slowly returning to being him, and now I can change his dressing so not relying upon district nurses. We have a temporary care package in place, but there is no long term plan as yet.
I am with them every day, despite my own health making it beyond difficult. I am however not complaining. I have during this time found my true friends, those I can rely on, and one above all others, and sadly lost too many yet again because they failed to understand.
Being there for others can be difficult, it can put stress on you, physically, mentally and emotionally, of that I truly am certain, however I am so lucky to still have my parents, they have been part of my life from day one, through the trials and the joy.
Non of us are perfect, but we can show our true selves when those we say we care about truly need us, whether as a friend or more.
That’s my meaning of life.
HATE for people I do not know
The thing is, I personally do not know anyone in Gaza, in Palestine, in Israel. I knew one person in Iraq who was once my best friend, but no one in Libya, Syria, Yemen or any of the states we have or are threatening to bomb.
I also do not know anyone in Israel either, I know very few people outside of the UK.
I have no idea of the religions of the majority of friends, I am open about my beliefs, but I doubt if many of them know what they are, unless of course they read my blog or Facebook.
I do know I don’t hate any people for where they live, their religion, their culture or skin.
I do not blame anyone now for what their parents, grandparents or ancestors did.
I do however despise war, death, cruelty, famine, terror, poverty, genocide, especially when it’s due to expansionism, imperialism, greed, corruption or political grooming and profiteering.
I look at Palestine, Gaza and Israel and can see the fear and mistrust, the anger upon both sides.
I can understand how the political leaders upon both sides are responsible for stirring all of it up.
I even get why people listen to the rhetoric their leaders feed them. Propaganda when backed by violence is the strongest tool in any generals armoury. Teach those you wish to fight for you to hate those you wish to fight. It truly is a first rule in any war.
I can sit in any pub, café or even shop here in Derbyshire, UK, 2,330 miles from Palestine and listen to people rant at how they hate the “Muslims” or how they hate the “Jews” because of what they are led to believe by the media, by government ministers or by Bob from the local bookies that knows a bloke…..
I have had conversations with British and American Veterans, all of whom have differing experiences and views.
Before I hate anyone I have to have met them, or been effected by their personal actions. I can easily despise a politician due to their behaviour, I can get beyond angry at a terrorist or war criminal, even a group of them. But I can also feel ire towards the attitude of a GP practice manager or receptionist.
My feeling towards each will differ in scale, but each will gain a response from me. Whether through words upon social media or through a complaint made.
I do know that I have always been led to believe that there have been stacks of weapons piled up on Israeli street corners due to the constant fear derived from the risk of being invaded by their bordering countries. I also have been told that Israel still has conscription, and that almost all adults have to join the army. I however have never been to Israel so do not personally know.
I also have been able to see videos, posts and news from social media and various news outlets of the vile living conditions in Palestine, and the ongoing military attacks upon vulnerable children and their parents.
I know that Israel is not only a wealthy country with the ability to influence western politicians and right wing activists, breeding and spreading hatred towards any Arab that is not a member of the Israeli Zionist (expansionist) state.
I also know that the Israeli intelligence service Mossad, is likely the most skilled, powerful and aggressive of any of their counterparts in the world, including those of Britain, Russia, China or the USA. They have been able to infiltrate and control the international and even national political policy of most of the world’s governments.
I, given the information available to me, see Israel currently as a Rogue State, that is intent upon genocide of all the people that they see as inferior to themselves …… Untermensch as Hitler and his supporters called the Jews, the Russians, the Chinese or anyone that was non Aryan.
Our politicians, even those within the Government have been groomed by Israel, with I believe holidays, I presume gifts and maybe even bribes, even as far as taking these ‘perks’ as opportunity for political photo shoots, and not only politicians, but also such purveyors of hate such as the pathetic Steven Yaxley-Lennon – Tommy Robinson, and the vicious bile filled Katie Hopkins both of whom have, as a few British politicians also, been Photographed on their Israel jaunts wearing Israeli Defence Force T-shirts straddled across an Israeli tank.
Even the conflict in Ukraine has financial and political benefits for British Politics, including contracts for arms, political favours and pressure, opportunities to asset strip that country of minerals under thee guise of commercial support, and recreating a fake cold war, enabling share holders of British Arms and Aviation firms to benefit from international tensions, that do not actually exist.
It also means our own government, whatever party, can easily divert hate and fear to external sources taking the focus off their own cruelty, corruption and paths towards state murder.
Jonesy, simply a human 