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Why is parliament akin to a public school dorm? Oh because its filled with over privileged arseholes that are emotionally and morally deficient.

I am not sure why those few who didn’t attend Eton or Harrow fall into the same behaviours.
These are the people governing us, making decisions upon our lives and even deaths.

Surely enough is enough. We want dedicated people with wisdom, empathy, care and understanding, with strength of character and a voice for us governing our lives, not these braying greedy fools.

Why is it so hard?

Our lives are not just for their amusement and games.

Jonesy

I will give you all a brand new car if you drive me to the betting shop today. Now obviously I won’t but if you drove me on the belief I would, then you would be acting in the same way that millions of those who voted in the referendum did. You would be acting upon lies.
I presume you then would feel a little angry and upset, unless of course that after seeing my empty bank balance and terrible credit rating you still believed my lies, or were too ashamed to admit you were tricked? I suppose some would have just wanted to take me to the shop for the ride out? Some who believed that if I won my bet I would pay out so worth the risk? Some who just wanted to get out of the house.
This is kinda what Brexit was. This is why people get angry about holding a new vote now the lies have been outed.

The chances are that if I then asked you to take me again to the bookies you might refuse.
Jonesy

Happy to follow you in a revolution my friends, even those who see Labour as the enemy as much as the Tories. We just need a few more million folk to join us. But if we can’t achieve that then we have to rid the Tories at any cost.

Let’s think on this, it is now to be honest obvious that most of the unprofessional, self serving and immoral Labour MP’s face deselection prior to any election. That’s why some who previously were working to their own ends now are attempting to either look better or jumping ship. The ones left will be the moral and hard working ones, I hope anyway. Labour are looking at the bigger picture. They are not stopping Brexit they are slowing it down to either get a better deal where people will not suffer and die, or if that is not achievable they will let the people chose but with true information now not just lies.
People say they are concerned about homeless ex service folk. We have seen that the Conservative Government has displayed a gross lack of support for men and women who have been effected physically, mentally and emotionally by their time within the services. People who have lost limbs, seen friends die or be maimed, blown up, and who have experienced the true horror not the Hollywood vision of combat.
Men and women who put their lives at risk because they want to protect us, yet in reality it seems have been placed in a true hell, without the proper kit, to protect oil, money and increase the power and control of the new feudal Lords, – the big Corporations.
LABOUR WILL NOW ENSURE OUR SOLDIERS, SAILORS AND AIR PERSONNEL ARE NOT PLACED AT RISK AT THE BIDDING OF GREED!
Labour will also put in place housing, support and health including mental health services to ensure that these brave and often unsung heroes, even if they do not see themselves as heroes they joined up to keep us safe, to me that’s a hero, are given every chance to function and develop their lives upon their leaving the forces.
Talking of mental health services, do you realise how poor these have become under Austerity? Well unless you can wait several months and are about to murder someone or actually stand infront of the pschiatrist and set yourself alight they are pretty much non existent. Well in my experience. I have seen family members lose everything because there is no support. I have a brother who I love, but cannot talk to, because he is angry at me for trying to protect him and his son. I see him come closer to death everyday and there is now nothing I can do to save him. No one will help, there are no resources to help.
I Myself suffer and each day barely survive depression and anxiety. All I got from mental health was ‘keep taking the pills’. Will that be my epitaph? “he stopped taking the pills”.
Labour will reverse the lack of funding in Mental Health, in the NHS, and will increase the budgets for all the services, you, me, our family and friends rely on. Austerity was a lie to make more profit our of us. It was initially to support the banks after they gambled our money and lost, now they are all profitable again, but neither they or the companies and individuals that own them are offering to bail out the country are they?
So how will Labour fund this?
BY TAXING THE CORPORATIONS, BUSINESSES AND SUPER RICH. NOT TAXING THE POOR, SICK, DISABLED AND VULNERABLE.
Bare in mind that unless you are in the high earner bracket Labour’s Taxation plans will not effect you. Companies like Starbucks, Costa, McDonald’s, Walmart will actually be made to pay tax and not allowed to evade or avoid it.
Labour do support a free society, and some part of that involves free movement of people, within the accepted framework, that does not mean illegal immigrants. Firstly Labour will not give free housing, your jobs or our money to illegal immigrants. If they are illegal they do not want to apply for anything, they hide, because if they are found out they are detained and usually deported. I have been in a detention centre. They are not nice at all. Think of a huge prison for families.
Refugees do get help, but that is after they have proved beyond a doubt that they have a life threatening reason not to return to their own country. Then they have no recourse to public funds, if they are housed it is usually in a private rented slum. Not the council house you are waiting for. They do not get our benefits they get vouchers for food and essentials. And not a lot of those.
EU migrants only get the same that we can expect if we go to another EU country. But you can always believe the fascists and right wingers who maybe lie to you to focus your anger away from them?
The ending of Austerity will end the war on the weak, vulnerable, ill and disabled within our country. That’s me for sure, but maybe you, or your folks, friends or children?
Labour also are going to try to hold those to account that have waged the war on us, but you can carry on believing being disabled is a good scam if you want, I mean I gave up my career to live on a pittance, to be in constant pain, to soil myself, to lose all I had, including friends and family. I really love feeling like I have no worth. Maybe it’s because we are stripped of hope and humanity that the establishment see us as such easy targets. Who defends us? You? Not if you vote Tory or even Lib Dem you don’t.
Anyway these are my thoughts. So any Che Guervara wannabes that can muster over a couple of million folk including the army, airforce and any Navy not deployed to protect the oil companies and Donald’s invasion plans, please let me know, I will happily sign up, if however all you can do is dream of change then maybe the best option is to vote Labour, end Austerity and work on sorting the rest of the shit pile out?
Your decision,
Your friend I hope.
Jonesy

What is a humane human?
Someone that cares. Someone that sees through flaws. Someone that recognises magic. Someone who sees the whole picture. Someone bereft of greed. Someone without jealousy for material objects. Someone who does not see others as objects. Someone who sees the beauty in others and not just the expectations of media and fashion. Someone who loves unconditionally. Someone who supports others. Someone who stands up for all our rights. Someone who would gladly die to protect others. Someone who helps with our failings without judgement.
All of the above and more.

I am not yet humane but strive to be every day.
I don’t want a trophy with, a flash car, big house or huge bank balance.
I do want respect if I earn it, love if I deserve it and a simple smile from someone every single day.
If my epitaph is he was a humane human then everything was worth while.
SIMON

OK apology time. This last week has been a bit of a shit one, it hit me and set off the black dog and his side kick anxiety pup. I am much better today but bombarded my time line with dark thoughts.

Things could be much worse for me, but I guess it’s about

the ‘now’ perspective. It’s the now that triggers the grey mist, the cold stone walls and isolates head from rational.
I still feel isolated and even though not physically well enough to ride at the moment the knowledge of no bike on the road does have a huge impact upon my mind set. My bikes are my escape from the effects of chronic illness. Without them things get unbearable for me, and it’s only how I am, others will have other ways of managing their illness.
Now depression is an illness. It is as immobilising as my Crohns, Fibromyalgia, Svt, Neuropathy, COPD and more likely to kill me than any of these or even my Diabetes. I have no control of how I feel, I cannot turn it on or off.
Before social media I would likely have had to just lock myself away, suffer in silence and hope someone noticed before the illness took me.
Now however for me it is easy to rant of Facebook. I can reach out and some folk reach back.
My anxiety rarely leaves and really I am only confident when with friends and even then feel unworthy of them.
My depression, anxiety and more physical illness’ are no worse than those of many others and probably significantly less. But the effects upon me destroy my self worth, take my confidence, and allow despair to seep away any motivation or resolve.
I guess I mourn for the Simon (Jonesy) I once was. Its a grief I feel guilty for feeling.
I know when I am low I come across as self indulgent, weak and pathetic, maybe that’s who I have become, but it’s not who I strive to be. Not the person I want to be remembered as.
So here is the apology, I am sorry to the family and friends I worry, I upset, I irritate and anger.
I truly have no control of my mood. My interactions when low or ill are I realise negative and winey.
I still fight each day to find reason to remain in this life. In the even I lose that battle there will be no failure from me, but no guilt for those who care about me. It will simply be that the illness has won. Nothing more.
Today is more positive. I shall tidy my house and despite pain and exhaustion I am determined to focus effort upon fixing a bike. Might not end well but gonna try.
I am again sorry and if alienated any of you, well that’s something I shall despise myself for as never my intention.
There are times I wish folk could see into my heart and soul, I wish they could come in and drag the former me out. But reality is that once depression has took hold it is very difficult to break away from.
I can’t hold my ‘chin up’ and cannot just cheer up, I can’t pull myself together or just smile. It’s not how it works. Unless you have had this cruel illness you cannot know how debilitating it truly is. It’s not a case of onwards and upwards either or things not being that bad. It does not differenciate between good and bad.
It just is.
So again sorry. And to those of you that know how it is, remember you are not alone, you are not weak, and I am here for you as so many of you have been here for me.
Your friend
Simon or Jonesy

What is starting now is exactly why we are not allowed to bear arms. It was never about public safety, they sold it to us as such, but saying this I was never a supporter of people having guns. Sadly in the UK the establishment, police, forces and criminals do all have firearms.

Any real revolution in the UK cannot be force against force. We will lose. David and Goliath is a Myth and us trying to take over the country with any form of violence will mean huge loss of life. Our lives. That achieves nothing.
For change to happen we must take away profits, we must hinder their greed, we must ensure they eyes of the world are upon us and on our side.
We need to make their control of Britain untenable, we need to show their foot soldiers that if they continue to support and sure up the corruption of the super and mega rich, that is they who will be judged. That they are on the wrong side.
Violence will just keep us subjugated and will aid them.
This weekend at least 60 demos are planned. Keep them peaceful. Do not be goaded into any violent response.
We need to look at holding up infrastructure, costing them money, and in the event of any violence ensure it is clear it is only from them.
We are the moral majority. We need to stay as such.
Jonesy Jones

So Boris has gone against the house, the speaker & the democratic process and asked the Queen to dissolve parliament, oh and the impartial BBC’s Kuenssberg is overtly supporting him.

When democracy fails what are our choices, nay duties as citizens of the UK? I know that the Government have alerted the armed forces, our armed forces, our sons, daughters, grand children and friends, in order to instigate Martial Law and qwell any attempt by the populace, the public, which is us.

So folks do we lay down and accept this, do we betray ourselves, do we become traitors by complicity to our children and their’s?

Or:

Do we get angry, do we take action, do we make our stand, do we end up getting judged by history as cowards, fools or moral heroes?

The choice is ours.

How do we achieve a stand? We network off social media, WhatsApp and mobiles, we do not Skype or email our plans. We talk, we meet, we discuss how to make an impact. We use our legal and ethical rights to free speech, to demonstrate, to strike. We reimplement the rights they have stolen from us over the last 4 decades. We hit their profits and attack their driving motivation – greed.

We become British once again and fight with sweat blood and if need be our lives to ensure the best outcome for our children.

Not revolution but evolution from the failure and cruelty that is the capitalist world (yes world) Establishment. Countries are no longer recognised in this world order, the only loyalty the establishment have is to greed, money and power.

My children have a right to freedom, a right to family life, a right to security and a right to a safety net. They have a right to democracy, and a right to life. All of these rights are being eroded or blatantly stolen.

So I will stand up. Alone I won’t make a difference but together we just might.

Jonesy Jones

My granddad on my dad’s side was at the start of WW2 in a reserved occupation. He lived in Liverpool and was in the AFS (a fireman) when the Pool and Birkenhead were being bombed. He wanted to do more so as he was an engineer by trade he joined the merchant navy. He did the Russian and Canadian convoys. He then signed up to the Royal Navy and served with the leech that is Prince Philip.

After a while on RN ships in the Pacific and Atlantic he was seconded as a engineering officer serving as Navy Personnel on Merchant vessels again on the Russia Convoys. His medals tell the story.
He never learnt to swim as being in the engine room he believed if they were torpedoed being able to swim might mean a harsher panic filled death.
Spike as he was known to his mates put his life at risk in many ways to end the cruel murderous offensive oppression fascism was bringing to the world. He was not a royalist or flag waver, just a honest moral bloke who saw the need to stand and fight against the evil that is the fascist way.
After the war he emigrated to Australia with my aunt, gran and my dad. They then moved to Port Mausby and Rabaul in New Guinea. They ran plantations there for many years before retiring back to Australia. My dad worked his ticket home to the UK on merchant ships when he was 17.
I only knew Spike from the few phone calls we could afford to OZ in the 60’s and 70’s. He died in 1979, only in his late 60’s. My gran came back here to live with us but after a very long deterioration due to Alzhiemers she too died in the 1990’s.
From what I do know of my Grandad, I am sure even if he was half the man my dad is he would be more than angry at the rise of hate here in the UK. He would see it not just as disrespect to those he served with on the most dangerous fronts of the war but truly defileing the memory of the friends and family he lost in that horror filled war.
So when you see tin pot Nazi’s like the Robinson Gang or NF, BNP, BF, EDL or any other pathetic mob of haters and arseholes, remember Spike, remember your own families, the service men and women that risked and lost lives. That were maimed and haunted through the service they gave. The civilians who went to bed each night not sure if there would be a tomorrow.
When these twats give that Nazi salute, when they wear swarzstickers recognise it as the banner and imagery of our enemy.
They dishonour our forebears, they dishonour us.
Fascism is not the answer to our problems, that and greed are the causes.
A skin colour, a religion, culture or even a country does not define our enemy, a Nazi salute, flag or morals truly do!
JONESY
http://www.thejonesy.com

If:

you believe in cctv, in stop and search, in bio passports, in ID cards, in on the spot fines, in no legal aid, in the death penalty. If you think the police do a sterling job, that the courts are any less corrupt than the politicians governing us, that zero hour contracts are a good idea, that workers or humans do not need rights, that kids shouldn’t be allowed to play on the streets, that kids are criminals, that war is just, that we should kill for profit, greed and power, that the government do their best for us, that the Queen works hard for us, that we should pay for health, that rape victims ask for it because of how they dress, that men should be straight but lesbians are great as long as they are beautiful and on the internet, that the sick poor and vulnerable should have less right to life, to live or should only be allowed to exist. If you prefer to hate and blame because of colour, if you believe the BBC and the Sun tell the truth. If you think we currently should be proud for being British, then sadly we truly are poles apart. For turn this around and you find me stood there with my imaginary bat in hand, ready to play baseball with your beliefs.
I AM HUMAN, I AM HUMANE, I AM ME
Jonesy
(www.thejonesy.com)

OK a response I often get when writing about depression in particular is ‘you have so many people that love you’ and that may be so true, but that does not end the feelings of isolation. Of being alone, and for me the frustrations of seeing the world from my life to all life as it is, and yet knowing how it should be.

The number of people that like me for my moral, my writing and my outlook is so important to me, yet when things are bad, when the grey walls and thick British smog has rolled in, and has blinded me to anything outside of Mt realm of despair, I could be the most loved and popular man on the planet and it would not help. When we think of the very real examples of this are folk like Robin Williams, Kurt Cobain, Michael Hutchins, Marilyn Monroe, Sylvia Plath, or even sadly so recently Keith Flint, we realise popularity and being loved by many is not the answer.
Depression cannot be controlled, you cannot wake up and say ‘today I am going to be happy Simon’ or ‘I will just switch on the happy side’ and definitely not ‘I will just hold my chin up’, in fact when folks say chin up or just cheer up it is not only unhelpful but belittles a very real and deadly illness.
The reality is despite having crohns disease, svt of the heart, asthma and diabetes it is most likely if any illness kills me it will either be the depression or anxiety I suffer. I am here still because I hold onto being a father and the duties that entails. The main one being there to catch my children and make them realise they will always be loved, but as they grow older it becomes a lesser argument. My best friend often comes to save me but even then they are limited in time and cannot change my current reality.
Barely a day goes by where I do not either physically or mentally hold a bundle of insulin pens in my hand and ready them to be the vehicle of my release. So far the closest I have got is overdoing one injection by a few units which was very easily remedied. No one knew about this til now because it was never for effect, it however maybe just a dry run.
When I get down it’s never drink related, if already down, when I rarely do drink, it doesn’t help, but when things get truly dark I am usually sober, coherent and alone. I would love it to be that simple a catalyst, but alas there is no such obvious trigger.
There is no simple solution either. I have tried meds, tried counselling but nothing will work. I am fully aware of the causes for me. The chronic phisical illness’ the inability to work, the debt, the loss of self, the loss of direction and yes the being left alone to allow dark thoughts to fester. Overthinking is a terrible affliction especially when you cannot change things due to lack of ability or motivation.
Even if I suddenly could work, a thing I crave more than anything now, I hate not having a meaning, there are other factors in play.
This weekend I truly overdid things, meeting up with friends old and new. Feeling like I belonged again. There was a very harsh physical price which I am paying back today in the form of pain, exhaustion and immobility but it’s a price worth paying. I am today as I write this happy and relaxed. I hope for a while, but change is not at my discretion or within my control. I may be like this for days or minutes. It maybe that a random smile or post keeps me going or sadly a look or comment that Spirals me down.
Depression ribs you of so much, it puts challenges in place that sometimes sadly folk do not overcome. Those people that suffer true depression, not just being a bit upset or sad, a depression that engulfs their life, and yet they still get up each day, they are the true warriors, the bravest because when you have this illness you battle the most vile and dangerous of beasts, and yet no sword or bucket hurts it, you can be struck from any direction, it hides in the shadows, can slip into the bodies if your friends and show you things that are not there. It can attack at any time whether you felt safe or not, if you are awake or asleep, and it plays upon your fears, it eats away at your soul, it is often torture of the worst kind. It has far more weapons in its arsenal than you and the saddest thing is it truly wants to kill you, make you kill you.
That’s an enemy of note.
So this although based on my experience hits so many folk, you, your friends or your family. When you realise someone is depressed do not think you can cure them, you likely won’t. But you can support them, you can recognise the danger they are in. You can be their for them. Not everyone can be saved from the beast this illness becomes, but some can, some will live longer knowing you will be there if they need you, will take comfort from you listening to them.
Do not say come on smile, or it’s not that bad, chances are it’s far worse. You do not know there journey to get where they are, you may see the physical side, some of the causes but the biggest enemy is their own mind, the world this illness creates within our heads and hearts.
Be a real friend and listen without judgement, be a safe outlet for them, and always respect not ridicule.
I am not an expert on the illness, I have no answers on how to rid it, if I did I would not suffer it. I am just a person that fights it oh too often. I can only relate it to me, but maybe some wil recognise this war, maybe some will see we may fight upon separate fronts, but we are not alone, our battles are shared by too many.
Thank you for reading, please share if you feel able, and support my words by liking my blog at http://www.thejonesy.com
Simon/Jonesy