War on the people

This country continues its war of terror upon its own citizens. The ill and disabled being sanctioned for up to two years after vile lies made up by private and often unqualified assessors undertake harsh and physical assessments, where huge bonuses are earned for every claimant knocked back.
Where the unemployed are not supported but again sanctioned at the whim of staff in Job Centres (many of whom now face the terror of their own making, with the proposed closures – Karma), families often living in third world famine conditions due to no food and inadequate shelter, children at risk of harm not through the fault of parents but of the state.
The vulnerable, weak and sick reviled due to government propaganda that distracts the masses from their continuing breaches of international legislation on human rights.
Where the sexual abuse and even murder of children is covered up and now openly condoned by those in the highest positions of government and amid allegations against the Royals legislation (the law) changed to prevent any such allegations being investigated.
A country that arms not only terrorist groups but the worst of all the terrorist states – Saudi Arabia, provides them with weapons, training and defends them on the international stage.
A country where the heads of government are selling off our assets, to their friends, for personal profit.
A country that the head of government will not condemn racism or hate, but sides herself with it on a daily basis.
A country where the majority of the rights we were born with have been stripped away and stolen from us by the corrupt government.
A country that is now recognised as the most corrupt regime on the planet.
A country where unlike any other country we can be convicted without trial, and are monitored all day every day.
A country where our internet will soon be restricted and our press is already controlled by the state.
This is where you ‘British’ live. Where we isolate ourselves from the possibilities of multi culture because of fake fear imposed upon us by the corrupt state.
Where its no longer ‘love thy neighbour’ but ‘hate and fear thy neighbour, covet his materialism, cheat and lie about him’.
Christian values, spouts the vicars daughter of a Prime minister! I do not see any Christianity in this country any longer, no goodness, light or even humanity.
Do you?
Yes there are many of us recognising all of this but its still too few. Spread not gods word, but this truth. Share this far and wide, lets end this world of torment and bring in fairness and moral values. Its not hard.
Jonesy

Apathy a daily struggle

Why do we accept people dying of starvation, of poverty. Children being emaciated and screaming until hunger kills them. People sleeping in the open and being killed by hypothermia, disease or infection.
I spent my life working with people and everyday the frustration rises. I am becoming an angry and embittered man. Yes I am self pitying at my own lot in life, fed up at feeling useless, but more than that I am tired of no longer being in a position to physically help others, to have lost the strength needed to fight for individuals and families each day.
A while back people were hounded out of their homes, estates and even cities for being child abusers. Now though we seemingly knowingly have them running our country with impunity due to law changes and a shift in official ‘morality’.
The wrongs in this world are becoming more and more accepted. As technology advances, our knowledge increases but so does our apparant apathy.
Each day we ignore the horrors of daily life. We moan (yes me more than many) of our personal lot in life but pass by without emotion or guilt those with far less than us. We switch over the TV or make a brew whenever pictures of dying and suffering human beings come on the screen. We see refugees and victims of war as herds of pack animals rather than admut they are people.
We accept that here the sick, vulnerable and disabled are seen as a drain and no longer an asset to our economy therefore ‘valueless’ or even criminally fraudulent.
We allow our ‘masters’ for that is who continue to govern us rape our country of its value, steal our lives and rob us of our rights to fulfil their own ambition and greed. These individuals, families and corporations hunting our heads as trophies, a nd we accept it. Destroying our communities and creating a bleak and dismal future for our children and their children.
This is no party political broadcast or sycophantic idealist post. This is just our reality. Our here and now. We are accepting this on a daily basis. Waking up in this world. Knowing this path leads to apocalypse but doing nothing to change it. We are just being driven to an end with no hope.
You wake up with your planned day, breakfast, maybe work, tea (dinner if a Southerner) then soaps or Xbox, facebook then bed. Occasionally a variation upon this or an organised holiday in the sun, fighting with Germans over whose towel inhabits which lounger.
These are our lives in many cases. We chose to be oblivious to any other possibility. Yes we watch the matrix and wave our scarves foe Neo, pretending we would fight his battles but in reality all we do is watch and imagine.
Sorry this rant is so long, that for some its uncomfortable. To me its the world we live in. Watching how valueless we are, even the shops that want our money are rude to us. Our custom as individuals not valued.
The police we employ to safeguard us in reality only are there to quell any behaviour outside their norm.
Free thought is now discouraged as is passion, play and development. Our kids victimised for playing out with friends, to the point that many stay alone indoors on their phones or PC’s. That when we see kids playing out in small groups we fear them. Imagine them as thieves, robbers and bullies rather than letting them use play to become adults.
I know this seems bleak but its how I see our world today. A world where we rather bomb families than welcome them. Kill folk for imagined threats thousands of miles from here.
It pains me. It hurts truly that few of us recognise this reality. That yes some are even now fighting to change this but the rest of us sit in our comfortable homes ignoring, discouraging, criticising and opposing their actions. By our inactivity and belief in the corruption of our system, our acceptance that money and status is more important than life, that those in power are supported by us doing nothing, by blaming others we ensure the fight can never be won. We allow this corruptive and immoral society to continue. We are almost all guilty of that.
I salute those that fight for change and despair at the rest of us.
These are my thoughts I awake to every day. The guilt and frustration. The knowledge that my wonderful kids have to live in such a malevolent and immoral world.
If this life is a test then I have to say we all are failing. The holding cells of limbo must be filled to the brim and even spilling over. We are not ‘good people’, we ignore therefore facilitate this.
Some may agree but many likely will feel uncomfortable, will ignore, will deflect, will blame others or me. Will claim this is just negativity or my mental state talking. They will read this possibly and think it imaginary or made up. They will say there is nothing we can do.
Well is there? I have not all the answers but someone out there has. Lets start thinking and listening. Use your voice. Lets see what we need to do to change this. Lets try.
Again sorry for the rant. Also I apologise for it being somewhat disjointed. But its how I write.
Share or not. The choice is yours but thank you for reading.
Jonesy.

Revolution by another name.

IMG_1498903416674Will revolution be the next step? Let us hope not. In our country we believe we have freedom of speech, of movement, we believe we can demonstrate our mood, that we have choice. We sadly do not.
I wish I had the funds and health to join those in London today but sadly cannot. But even if I was there, I guess it will not be accurately reported.
And lets thin about what we can now achieve?
The Establishment have thus far used every dirty trick in the book to ensure we do not become a socialist leaning country. Not communist – the so called extreme, but socialist – fairness.
We have had suspicious deaths when socialists became ‘too popular’. I think if they attacked JC it would be too suspicious, but do not rule anything out from the Establishment.
If we had any kind of physical revolution or revolt, the Army would be on the streets with clear orders to quell it. They would use whatever means they had. Including firing at civilians if ordered to do so. They have in the past, from the militia at Peterloo to the regulars on the streets of Ireland. It is what they do. Do not blame them, it is what ‘we’ pay them for.
If the army refused or were ineffective do not be under any illusion that we would win, that the ‘revolution’ would be a success, for that’s when things get worse. That’s when the Americans would invade under the auspice of ‘peace keeping’. In other words installing their own Establishment Junta.
Revolution in the classic understanding will not work in the UK. No western government will allow the ‘people’ to have choice. The Tories have proved this by buying democracy off.
What then? Is this the end? Nope its a challenge. Instead of doing what they want, playing into their hands then we need to out think them.
JC has been doing just that, but again they will not pass on power to him. We know this now.
The answer?
We that’s what we all need to ponder. There will be dose of you that simply respond with JC4PM, and I get that, and those that criticise me for ‘losing faith’ but this is politics not religion, faith does not increase our chances it stagnates our choices, hopefully some of you may see some element of truth in my words and truly think. That’s where our chances lie.
I am still very much behind JC and Labour – True Labour, but I will not have all hope for change quashed because the might of the Establishment and big business cheats us into submission. Nor will I willingly have my children grow in a war torn country. Not an option. So get your thinking heads on and lets really beat these vile creatures that dominate our lives. Lets take our future back. Let us be sheep no longer. But lets out think rather than attempt to out fight.
Jonesy

difference

Now just remember folks I am not a god or celestial being. I am just a human like you. I hurt and bleed like you. I love and dislike akin to you. I even fart and poo like you. In most ways I am like you.
Of course we are different too. I might have less hair on my head than you, a different tint to my eyes than you. My girth maybe wider than yours, my breasts bigger than most, i may be taller, or heavier. My skin may be lighter or darker. I might have different beliefs or values.
But essentially I am a human being as I am guessing are you. I feel in the same way you do. My blood is the same colour as yours. I breath the same air and we all have to eat and drink.
So why do some truly believe they are better than others? That someone is less than them because of a difference.
In what reality does it make any sense to hate someone because although they are human they differ from you?
Hate is learnt, we are not born seeing those differences as bad.
Am I worthless because I have less money than you?
Are you valueless because you drive an older car?
Does the make or style of your trainers define your life?
Explain your hate to me?
Yes there are folk I dislike immensely but I actually in reality hate no one. I dislike due to the way they are with me or treat others. I may even be too alike to them and see my own failings mirrored in their behaviours.
I dont hate them because they were not born in the same house, street, town, or country as me.
I do not hate because they go to church, mosque or temple. I do not hate because they have to live on the streets or in a mansion.
I do not despise someone without knowing them as an individual.
I hate violence but have occasionally violent thoughts.
I hate confrontation but stand by my values
I hate aggression but am stubborn
I have failings as you do. We all would like to be perfect but we are not. We can never be. If we lived in a world of clones society would ever have the capacity to progress.
So explain to me why you hate those you do not know?
Is it hate? Or is it just fear?
Jonesy
#hate #nohate

Sugar Daddio

A response to Alan Sugar’s remarks that those who voted for Jeremy Corbyn have no life experience.

Dear Mr Sugar-Rush,
My life experience began as a child when my parents began fostering children and young adults that had suffered years of abuse from neglect to physical and sadly sexual abuse. Those children were emotionally damaged through their experiences, having been let down by a system that only now we realise promoted abuse and protected abusers. When I was a teenager I had a wake up call by being at Warrington, the Messenger News Paper dispute, where your mate Eddie Shah was using the police to attack the printers and break the strike. I saw the police, who up until that point I trusted in a whole new light. The attacked the peaceful crowd by first kicking the lit braziers in towards the protesters then charging with horses, batons and riot shields. Thatchers ‘Army’.
I left school with little and initially started a YTS for £25 a week. It felt like a lot of money then but sadly in reality was not. It did however equate to far more in real terms than school leavers can expect to earn today.
I then went to college – free for me to chose and with a small grant. I was coaxed away though by yet another job, this time at 16 wiping the bottoms of old people. I worked in a very un-regulated industry, that of Nursing and Care homes. At 16 I was often left alone with fifteen high need residents by the owners. I was asked to carry out personal care on both men and women, including bathing and yes as I mentioned wiping their bums after they had soiled themselves.
I then went on a community Program which paid a little more than the YTS. I worked for Keep Britain Tidy. I actually loved this job and left with more toil than I could take. I met friends there I still call friend. I even went on GMR radio dressed as a dustbin.
I then was romanced by the idea of running my own business. I saw a hole in the market for selling seconds of pottery. I got a loan and joined the young enterprise scheme. Sadly at that point I had no business experience. I was not as you see it ‘cutthroat’ enough. I was naive but honest. So after 18 months of trading I went under. Luckily my parents were supportive. Throughout this time I was also voluntarily working in youth clubs, trying to make kids lives on economically deprived estates a little better.
I then went working in a factory making belts and braces for up market shops. The owners, two brothers were cutthroat despite their evangelical beliefs. We worked 50hr weeks for a pittance in conditions that were akin to Delhi sweat shops. Health and safety was non existent.
After that i got out to drive buses. It was at the start of privatisation and even though our pay was lower than that of the old council corporation drivers it was still hugely better than the sweat shop. I earned £125 pw driving at first a Little Gem then a £145 driving a busy Bee. I drove all round Manchester and later Wales for Crosville Cymru, Derbyshire for Trent, and back in Manchester. I ended my bus driving career after many years of doing late buses in areas that the police saw as ‘no go’. After incidents where I had guns pointed at me, my bus shot at by a sniper and knives being the norm. Guess what though? I loved this job. Why? Because amongst all the nastiness I still would manage to get the whole bus singing ‘pack up your troubles’ in the middle of a Manchester Rush Hour. That’s why.
I then fell into Children’s Residential Care, children’s homes to you. I worked for a local authority first as a relief RSW (residential social worker) then as a trouble shooter, going into units where there were no staff other than home helps seconded in due to the regular staff being off sick due to stress or sever assault. Yep kids can hurt you, especially a fifteen year old with a baseball bat or a kitchen knife.
I then took my social work qualification (yep despite being told I was thick and a duffer at school i passed this) and began working firstly as a social worker in a therapeutic unit for what were thought of as ‘the most damaged kids’ by the local authorities, but actually were generally strong and with a little support very well balanced children and young adults. I have the honour to still know some as adults and am proud to do so.
From there I went into Child Protection. That’s not working just with the children, its also investigating and assessing their abusers. It is a dangerous, thankless and difficult job. Often the hardest thing is remaining professional with people that most in society would not only condemn but would hang from the nearest lamp post.
I have gone into houses with no armour on my body, no gun, mace, CS gas or baton, with just my ID badge and a pen, to find people with machine guns, pistols, knives, drugs, gangs but that is part of the job. I have been refused police assistance because it was ‘too dangerous for an officer to attend’. I have ended a police siege without any support beyond armed response snipers behind me.
I am not remarkable or alone in this. Its what social workers do every day. But if we make a mistake then we are the ones vilified. We do this for the money you would likely have in your pocket for a night out. We do it in reality because we care and it our self worth, our morality.
None of that however is the hard part. The hardest part is having a child disclose what an adult, a sibling, a parent, a teacher, a family friend has done to them. How they have had their childhood taken from them. How they were betrayed by people that should prioritise and love them unconditionally. The hard part is removing a child or children from a parent or parents that do love them but cannot sustain their ability to parent.
Mr Sugar-Rush you try to look hard faced on TV, but could you sit and explain to a mother whilst looking into her eyes that has just given birth that you are now taking her baby. That she will never see that child again? I reckon not.
Well now though still registered as a social worker, ill health has took its toll. I cannot work at the moment and have had three years of what to me has been hell. I lost all self worth and value. I still see myself as useless and am guilty of being ill. Even more guilty of living on the days I do not feel as ill.
I wake each day with the hope I can find a way out, can get back into the ‘society’ I crave. Not yours with big cars and big houses, shouting and bullying people, no that does not appeal at all, I want to feel I have a purpose and an doing some good. That’s what I want Mr Sugar-Rush.
So please do not assume that because I am a socialist, because I support ant voted for Jeremy Corbyn that I have no ‘life experience’. I find that offensive, derogatory and shows you to be extremely misinformed.
I am not a great financial success, I do not measure my worth in money, cars, houses, watches, suits or power. My worth is in the lives I saved, the people I helped and those given the chance I will help again. That is my worth and the worth of many millions of others. I hold you in the same contempt you hold me. So maybe either keep your uneducated views to yourself or even better try to give up on your greed and help a few (or in your case many) people instead.
Yours
Simon Jones

 

 

I

I fear we are fighting for a country of fools. A future of frustration. A ban upon free thought. Deletion of intelligence from the gene pool.
I fear we are fighting a war with no end. An enemy of the greedy. Those intent on killing off the needy.
These are my fears tonight, we can only continue to fight. Losing our might. Our target out of sight. Living under this blight.
I want to find it was but a dream. But fear its not. Life so obscene. I truly do. I need to scream.
Wake up wake up I holla out loud. I try to speak to the crowd. Chanting at the mass. Oh woe and alas.
These are my fears tonight.
Jonesy
Triker Poet

Future Past

Grey skies still loom over our pleasant and historical land. I lay here in my home upon ground once trampled by men in armour and carrying swords, staffs and bows. There is an argument that Robin hood once hunted his wealthy prey here, in Derbyshire rather than the fabled Nottingham.
Maybe one of the Arthurian legends originated from a feudal Lord of Chesterfield? Maybe some Pict or Celt tribe battled the Angles or even the Romans on the spot I lay.
History is filled with feuds, battles, and wars. We as a nation conquered a huge segment of our globe. More lands even than Caesar. We did this with the values our country held at the time. We cannot judge them, for we have the benefit of hindsight and almost unlimited access to knowledge and wisdom. We have the facility to learn from the past. Not just tactics on how to invade and suppress other nations, something we already excel at, but to challenge, fight and if need overthrow corruption. Our hero’s such as Robin Hood or King Arthur stood for the rights of the poor and vulnerable. Fighting the evil of the day to spread prosperity, food and shelter. To give rights to the down trodden.
History vilified king John despite his reluctant agreement to Magna Carta, the basis of all our rights in Britain, because ultimately he was seen as greedy and corrupt.
Henry the Eighth, not a great husband but again loved for his breaking away from the corrupt dealings of Catholisism that abounded England and its ‘satellites’.
I know there are all sorts of counter views and arguments. Lets not dwell on those. Where am I heading with this?
Well today we are being governed by what I see as the most corrupt, immoral and damn right greedy, even seedy government in our history. No one in a modern Britain, a wealthy and yes despite our austerity a country where the rich prosper, should be homeless nor need food banks.
We should never accept any MP that loses all the case files relating to the investigation of paedophiles and alleged child killers in the Royal House and Government. An MP who’s political actions and those of her various offices profit her and her husband in money and power. No we should not accept this corruption from any MP let alone the Prime Minister. We also should not accept the Conservatives attacks upon democracy. The acceptance by the CPS of Election Fraud, the removal of citizens off the electoral role, the changing of boundaries to suit the ruling party, and even having a company owned and run by the conservatives counting the votes.
We should not accept the take over of the publicly owned media – BBC by the ruling party installing their members in key roles, turning the organisation into a government run propaganda machine.
We should not accept a war on the vulnerable, sick and disabled by the ruling government, that so far has resulted in the deaths of hundreds of thousands of our friends and relatives.
We should not accept the theft of our assets, the things we as a nation owned but were sold off to profit the ruling party and their families.
We cannot accept the death toll that will result from the theft of our NHS.
We need to stand up, to be the modern day Robin Hoods, we dont need bows or any weapons yet, just a pen or even pencil. A simple cross may yet be enough. For we as a generation do not want to be remembered as traitors or even as sheep.
We can be our children’s heroes simply by ridding our nation of this most corrupt and wicked government. If we do not do it now then the fight will likely become very real. It likely will result in violence, battles and death. For we as a nation are awakening, as if the knights of Arthur awaking from their slumber beneath Alderly Edge or any of the other likely havens where they have been at rest. Rising now as one people to fight the evil that is Conservatism.
Britain has finally reached its hour of need. Will you stand for what is right, or remain subservient to the robber barons? The choice is yours. I have made mine. I shall #votelabour and if that fails I shall stand and fight for my children’s future. I shall be remembered as a Lion not a sheep. Will you?
Jonesy

My fight

Well here we go again, that struggle of having big plans (not huge to be honest but big for me as in getting out there) being cancelled due to weather, pain, exhaustion or other less publishable (yep spell check I know, I know but I made this word up so still valid) reasons.
I am in a good but thoughtful mood. Little iffy about going anywhere due to actions of another that has increased the daily struggle of life tenfold and has made me feel that I cannot dare relax even in my own home. Those actions now taken from me my outlets from my ilness’ even on my better or good days. For that along with even worse behaviour they will never be forgiven.
So every day now will be more problematic. Another barrier to tumble over before I can do more than exist.
People do not tell you how being ill, physically weaker strips all your other defenses from you. They do not express how much your previous self worth and respect really does mean. You have no idea yourself until you lose it.
Our society views the sick and disabled as worthless and even worse lazy good for nothing scum that drain the countries resources. Why do people thing like that? Because they are told to do so by the press, government and even soaps.
A very few years ago the laws were changed to incorporate a new type of offence ‘hate crime’ however I was told by a stolid chap from Derbyshire Constabulary a few months ago that was really only used in cases of ‘racism’. To that officer I say Tosh! Any crime against a person that singles them out through discriminatory behaviour is ‘hate crime’.
Hate takes many forms but when the detrimental actions of another solely are carried out to build upon and expose them further to a vulnerability that is due to that person being identified as belonging to a sociological minority group it can be vile. I now feel as if my home is may not be home much longer. That the things I gained throughout my working life I will now be judged as not worthy to own. That the means of escaping my illness’ on those extremely rare good days will be either lost or used as a reason for the ultimate sanction.
Every day is a struggle to get up and face the world but now far more so. Paranoia of strangers, feelings of unease, a fear of the postman, and loss of what remaining confidence I had been able to muster, mean that I now believe I should only function in ‘safe mode’.
I have lost the pride I had in my home, the security of knowing this was my home. I cannot find the energy to challenge it any longer.
I said at the beginning I am in a good mood, I am. I awoke with a pleasant demeanour and wish ill upon no one. Despite the issues I have written here I am not sad nor low. I am being a realist. I recognise this as my lot and know that many tens or even hundreds of thousands here in Britain and millions within our world are in far worse positions than me. I realise that they each cope on a daily basis and strive to survive. I admire each and every one of them. For my real weakness beyond all else is that of my own values, my non acceptance of this reality. I fear no one else, but scare the willies out of myself. I do not often see such darkness in others. I have compassion, I truly do but also recognise the sociopath deep inside that will never accept this person I have become that exists in a deteriorating shell that once was a living keep, now but a Bastille of the worst kind.
I am in that affable state of realisation. Of knowing where I was and where I am now. These words are a rambling, they are not deep as some may interpret, nor an indication of a dark depression. They are me using words to express and make sense of. So why publish them if not some cry for help? Because when I write my true feelings others thank me for it often expresses their thoughts also. It helps to see we are not alone, that others fight this daily fight, their battles may be subtly different but the losses are as high and the outcomes oft become the same.
So if you too have a war within, the inner warrior that wants to gain victory over their current health, i can say with true honest you are not alone. Nor ever will be. If you are trapped in a limbo that seems to have no chance of escape take heed we too are an army, just one without a recognisable general.
I will always be here for anyone that needs me, for that truly is my self worth, my purpose. It is who I always was and still am. I may face my daily challenge, and yes others may chose to exploit each vulnerability I have but with every breath I take I will remain a protector, I will live by my morality and will not dishonor myself. They may not be your values, your choices but they are mine. So I continue my fight and within that will always stand to fight for others too. That is who I am. I am me, I am Jonesy.
Sorry for this long unabridged rant but I needed it.
Jonesy.

Extinction

Here’s my thought for the day. Being disabled, sick and vulnerable in Britain today is not just scary but petrifying. My disability and illness are by no way extreme when compared to those having to be lived with by many I know or know of. I still have some days, though quite rare, where I can almost live as I used to. Where I can get out, ride a bike, even very rarely camp. These days are few and far between and usually come with a physical, mental and yes an emotional cost but I would never give those opportunities up.
For many they do not even get the odd respite, and for some each day is an actual fight for life. Most of the time we exist rather than live. We draw breath, eat (some of us), sleep (some of us), lay in bed or on the sofa and depend upon the kindness and friendship of others to communicate and feel part of the outside world. That is existing. For some its far worse.
Now disability provision is signposted with a sign depiction a wheelchair. What I have learned the hard way is not all disabilities are that visible. I spoke to a man yesterday that seemed no different to anyone else, yet he is in the ongoing stages of a terminal cancer. You would not know that. I sadly have several friends with that form of illness. Some are survivors, some will survive and devastatingly some will not. All are fighters beyond anything those without that horror will ever imagine.
My illness’ restrict me and my decisions, they have stolen my career and my self respect. They have robbed me of my virility and self image. They have taken from me a lot of what I see as my essence of being not just a human but a man. I appear on here as opinionated, confident and I hope intelligent at times, however my memory is shot, I forget I am cooking or have taken my meds, I forget to fill in forms and although can speak up on others behalf cannot on my own. Today I cannot even lift a coffee cup without it shaking as if there is an earth quake. Today my pain levels are high which likely means hitting my strongest meds. Not an easy thing to choose to do.
I can never plan in advance which has cost me massively, from credibility to long term friendships. If I say I will do something, even a phone call I often don’t, not through choice but because I truly cannot either for physical, mental, exhaustion or because emotionally I cannot speak to anyone.
As I say my life is no where near as difficult and painful as those of others.
So anyway why this rant? Well each day we are informed of more cuts to services, to the NHS and to the (hate this term) ‘benefits’ that we need to survive upon. There is no ‘benefit’ to being ill. The money people claim is what we all deserve. I worked until three years ago, I paid into a system designed to be a safety net for those in need. I never imagined I would need to make a claim but paid National Insurance and tax every minute I worked. Lets just consider that term, National Insurance. It is an Insurance policy we all have to take out once we earn. A policy that always should pay out when its needed. You cannot run a policy then just change the rules once its required can you? Well Mrs May seems to think you can. She and her cabinet of fraudsters, corrupt politicians of the worst kind are waging a war, no that’s wrong, a genocide upon the weak, sick and disabled. She and her party are literally killing off thousands of our friends and family on a daily basis. People who deserve the support of the nation are being vilified and made out to be draining the public funds (those same funds I spent over thirty years paying into). The reality however is the only people stripping the UK of assets, commodities, that’s money and property, are the rich. This fake need for austerity was fabricated after we had to ‘bail out’ corrupt bankers, when their fraudulent dealings went awry. That was an opportunity for the rich to use that ‘bail out’ to create a fabrication and lie which they use now to steal what is the nations, ours, from us.
People as I said are dying daily. We know this but the majority choose to ignore it. It’s some perverse ‘I’m alright Jack’ attitude. Well think about it folks, when did this eradication of the weak lead last time? Germany 1936?
We are supposed to learn from history but clearly we do not.
So why are we the sick, the disabled, the vulnerable – and actually I used the term the ‘weak’ but the reality is that none of us are weak, each breath we draw proves that, so fearful? Because to many of you now we are valueless. We are a monetary statistic to be ignored and wiped from existence. You may keep a door open at the sight of a stick, crutches or wheelchair, you may think kindly of your ill cousin, maybe even occasionally take your poorly neighbour a bowl of soup, but you have allowed us to become the victims of the state. Disabled were always fighters not victims, but you all continue by inaction to ensure this government makes us so.
What next is your choice, you are the people, and even an individual voice or action may be the catalyst for something much bigger. Its up to you.
Jonesy.

extinction

Here’s my thought for the day. Being disabled, sick and vulnerable in Britain today is not just scary but petrifying. My disability and illness are by no way extreme when compared to those having to be lived with by many I know or know of. I still have some days, though quite rare, where I can almost live as I used to. Where I can get out, ride a bike, even very rarely camp. These days are few and far between and usually come with a physical, mental and yes an emotional cost but I would never give those opportunities up.
For many they do not even get the odd respite, and for some each day is an actual fight for life. Most of the time we exist rather than live. We draw breath, eat (some of us), sleep (some of us), lay in bed or on the sofa and depend upon the kindness and friendship of others to communicate and feel part of the outside world. That is existing. For some its far worse.
Now disability provision is signposted with a sign depiction a wheelchair. What I have learned the hard way is not all disabilities are that visible. I spoke to a man yesterday that seemed no different to anyone else, yet he is in the ongoing stages of a terminal cancer. You would not know that. I sadly have several friends with that form of illness. Some are survivors, some will survive and devastatingly some will not. All are fighters beyond anything those without that horror will ever imagine.
My illness’ restrict me and my decisions, they have stolen my career and my self respect. They have robbed me of my virility and self image. They have taken from me a lot of what I see as my essence of being not just a human but a man. I appear on here as opinionated, confident and I hope intelligent at times, however my memory is shot, I forget I am cooking or have taken my meds, I forget to fill in forms and although can speak up on others behalf cannot on my own. Today I cannot even lift a coffee cup without it shaking as if there is an earth quake. Today my pain levels are high which likely means hitting my strongest meds. Not an easy thing to choose to do.
I can never plan in advance which has cost me massively, from credibility to long term friendships. If I say I will do something, even a phone call I often don’t, not through choice but because I truly cannot either for physical, mental, exhaustion or because emotionally I cannot speak to anyone.
As I say my life is no where near as difficult and painful as those of others.
So anyway why this rant? Well each day we are informed of more cuts to services, to the NHS and to the (hate this term) ‘benefits’ that we need to survive upon. There is no ‘benefit’ to being ill. The money people claim is what we all deserve. I worked until three years ago, I paid into a system designed to be a safety net for those in need. I never imagined I would need to make a claim but paid National Insurance and tax every minute I worked. Lets just consider that term, National Insurance. It is an Insurance policy we all have to take out once we earn. A policy that always should pay out when its needed. You cannot run a policy then just change the rules once its required can you? Well Mrs May seems to think you can. She and her cabinet of fraudsters, corrupt politicians of the worst kind are waging a war, no that’s wrong, a genocide upon the weak, sick and disabled. She and her party are literally killing off thousands of our friends and family on a daily basis. People who deserve the support of the nation are being vilified and made out to be draining the public funds (those same funds I spent over thirty years paying into). The reality however is the only people stripping the UK of assets, commodities, that’s money and property, are the rich. This fake need for austerity was fabricated after we had to ‘bail out’ corrupt bankers, when their fraudulent dealings went awry. That was an opportunity for the rich to use that ‘bail out’ to create a fabrication and lie which they use now to steal what is the nations, ours, from us.
People as I said are dying daily. We know this but the majority choose to ignore it. It’s some perverse ‘I’m alright Jack’ attitude. Well think about it folks, when did this eradication of the weak lead last time? Germany 1936?
We are supposed to learn from history but clearly we do not.
So why are we the sick, the disabled, the vulnerable – and actually I used the term the ‘weak’ but the reality is that none of us are weak, each breath we draw proves that, so fearful? Because to many of you now we are valueless. We are a monetary statistic to be ignored and wiped from existence. You may keep a door open at the sight of a stick, crutches or wheelchair, you may think kindly of your ill cousin, maybe even occasionally take your poorly neighbour a bowl of soup, but you have allowed us to become the victims of the state. Disabled were always fighters not victims, but you all continue by inaction to ensure this government makes us so.
What next is your choice, you are the people, and even an individual voice or action may be the catalyst for something much bigger. Its up to you.
Jonesy.