Stand by Israel?

I do not stand with Israel, I do not stand with Hamas, I stand with the Jewish and Palastinian people dying due to a pathetic war, which again our country’s leaders and their mates are profiteering from.

Hamas reacted to, what is, not too far short of a century of oppression, of threats, of expansionism, of violence and death from Zionist leaders of Israel towards the people living in Palestine and Gaza.

I do not condone Hamas nor their behaviour, but understand it and question myself as to whether I would be strong enough of moral character to turn the other cheek, watching my friends, family and neighbours were having to endure conditions imposed upon them, soley due to them being born within the region. It kind of reminds me somewhat of people being oppressed, killed, starved and tortured in certain regions of Europe just prior to the settlement of Israel.

I certainly do not stand with zionists, of expansionists, of any people of any religion or culture that seek to oppress people, to condemn people, to destroy homes and take lives.

Let’s be clear too, by the British government stating they stand with Israel, and agree with their demands to forcibly displace millions of people, they are agreeing to ensure those people become homeless, and stateless, therefore agree that they will absolutely become genuine refugees with, under global Human Rights Law, the inalienable right to ask any country for Asylum.

So it seems many of you are upset now by people seeking to enter Britain unlawfully, but every single Palestinian will be a legal and official asylum seeker, true refugees, and can not be turned away
So it’s kinda make yer mind up time Sunak, Braverman, Farage and Robinson, oh and yes even you Starmer.

Validity or invalidity?

Validity or invalidity?
Every day this government and its minions, the vile beaurocratic drones of the very un-civil and cruel services destroy lives a bit more, mine included. My tipping point is beyond close.

When people can no longer live their lives due to their wicked immoral behaviour, do we just lay down and die? Or will there be a point where some of us fight back in kind?
Why should these disgusting excuses for politicians, for civil servants and public employees get to dictate whose life has value and whose does not.
It’s not just them though is it? We live in a society where suddenly it is acceptable to use people’s life challenges against them. To see their illness as weakness, and their inability as laziness or even criminal.

Why should people with disability and chronic ill health feel so criminalised and completely worthless because the media, the government and sadly their peers, including so called friends and even family identify them as such?
I am a chronically ill disabled person who tries to identify as a valid human. No more and no less.

On my good days, or rather the few manageable days, not actually good, not ever pain free, not remotely easy, I may go out, try to behave and act ‘normal’, maybe even to onlookers seem like I am almost happy, possibly committing the offence of portraying someone who on these rare occasions is guilty of presenting as enjoying life.

Sadly though there are too many people who know just how ill I am, some of these people that have even very recently tried to discredit me, by reporting to officialdom that I have dared to leave my house, that I have been seen smiling, that I have interacted with a few other folk face to face, that I have gone beyond the unwritten yet imposed barrier that should be recognised as my, imposed by their judgement, prison.

These people sadly were once counted as my friends, but then when we had a disagreement, at that point it seems, they showed their true colours.

They are people who are fully aware of my daily challenges, they know beyond doubt that I live in constant pain, that I cannot focus, often even to the point of holding a conversation without losing my point, they know I have had two recent and severe heart attacks, they know I had angina before that, they know I have uncontrolled diabetes, that i try to keep some control off through my dietary restrictions but more so insulin, they have seen the effects upon me of a hypo and know this same diabetes killed my young brother. They know I have crohns disease which can cause me to soil myself, means i at times need pads but also means i am on medication that removes any immune system I may have, that i have had to subject my body to chemotherapy drugs, and live with the detrimental effects of those.
These are people who know I have limited mobility, that I am physically unable to undertake the most basic of tasks. These are folk that also know I have neuropathy – nerve damage due to my diabetes, I have fibromyalgia and even say they understand this because they too or their partners suffer from it.
They are fully aware I have PTSD from holding my dead kid brother (he was 18yrs my junior and like a son).
They say they know and supposedly share the feelings of hopelessness, loss of reason and all too often the very real wish not to be alive any longer, that the all too often killer, depression brings with it.

These are people who know a lot about me, they are fully aware that illness stole my job, career my role, they often stated (when they needed something), how they recognised how hard things are.
They said they realised how illness steals your relationships, especially with family. They know I not only lost my reason to be here, but in doing so, I lost a very well paid career, had to give up a comfortable life style to survive on virtually nothing. To have my life dictated by what those nameless office workers decide I should be allowed to do, when I am not lay immobile in my home, unable to move or even reach the toilet.

These are people, one or two, who used to even call me “brother”, as did I them, a title you will hopefully realise I see as extremely important, and not throw away, yet, decided because I saw them for who they truly are, (one a supposed ‘man’ who actually bullies women, not his own partner as far as i am aware, because he is not strong enough to face other men even ones as weak as myself, he has issues with, ) to try to get me in some form of trouble with the government and their agencies by fabrication and lies.
They believe they have a right to behave like that to anyone more vulnerable than them, because they are told every day they are, through the press, media and so many TV programmes.

These people are not one offs, they are not an isolated example, in the old days, as in prior to the 21st Century, these turncoat betrayers would be seen as the lowest of the low. They would be the ones isolated by entire communities, their behaviour would not be tolerated, they would be seen as the low life vile bullying immoral scum they are, yet now people though observing their behaviour, stand by without comment or action. It seems the morality of society has changed.

We now live in a world where the weak and vulnerable are not only easy but valid targets. Where the ill and disabled are seen as useless, or worse as frauds.

My message to people like these is please feel free to live my life, take my pain, accept that as you are, as described in your medical files frail and feeble. Please take on the role of a person without hope, of someone relying on others every day to survive.

I once spent everyday supporting people, protecting the most vulnerable, investigating the most vile, from those who would physically, emotionally or sexually abuse people, even having to interact with those who are seen by most moral folk as repugnant scum, to ensure the safety of children, of families, of women and even men by identifying their abusers and finding ways, through the courts, through law, through signposting and even through physically going, giving them the means to transport them, to assist them to escape, helping them disappear even during the dead of the night to ensure they are taken to a place of safety where their lives would be allowed to continue rather than them being murdered, raped or beaten through cultural traditions or laws.

That was my role, that along with my family was my reason, my self worth my value, not ever anything material.
Before that I drove buses, transporting people to school, work, shopping, holidays or too see friends or family.
I have dressed as a dustbin for Keep Britain Tidy, I have worked in a sweat shop in Manchester, I even started out as a care assistant at 16 looking after folk that could no longer look after themselves.
Throughout my life I have tried to matter, to make a difference. At times I hope I may have changed lives, even saved a few, whether as a social worker ,a friend or through Volunteer Riders UK. I don’t know whether I have though, because how can you measure that?
Despite trying to live a moral and kind life, to walk a path that hurts no one, I as so many others am subjected to this oppressive bullying by people who it seems feel they have a right to destroy the lives of others.
What these people need to understand though, is that no matter how much damage they do, they will never take away as much as what living with chronic illness does.
Today I was supposed to be going away with the support of my closest and best friend, Kate, who also provides me with care, compassion and focus. We both have had a challenging few years in our own ways, but she has continued to make sure I get to live a little when I can.
My anxiety, however, has teamed up with my physical issues and left me unable to go. One of the last times I went away, my brother died. The guilt I carried for not being here before it was too late is immense and consumes me every single day.
So instead of going away, I am sat writing this on my sofa, having just had a hypo because I failed to eat.
Now I haven’t written this as a woe is me. I wrote this because it is scraping the surface of my experience of life as a chronically ill man in this country, a country where all disabled people are threatened and vilified by so many , from officialdom to friends, to even family.
I can only write about my own experiences, and sadly it is one of being subjected to bullying and discrimination daily. Often from those you once trusted.
I don’t want hugs, I don’t want sympathy or favour. I want you to read this brief extract and if you too are disabled, realise you are not alone, and if you are not ill maybe consider that those of us who are,may not be the waste of air you see.
Jonesy

Change, good or bad?

Final day of Notting Hill carnival ‘marred by serious violence’, say police: Eight people stabbed with man, 29, in a ‘critical condition’
Headlines from Mail online. August 29th 2023


No recognition that when a country is being governed by greed and cruelty, when there is a loss of hope for the current and future generations, when there is nothing for people to aspire to, when there is no food on the table, and the prospect of a winter without heat, stability or even for many a roof, there will be civil unrest, there will be increases in crime, more violence, more theft.


It’s interesting how desperate Braverman is to take Britain away from the Human Rights Act and laws where people’s freedoms are protected. How the government want “all theft” investigated, but not assaults, and definitely not corruption and theft by politicians.


The British people are being carefully manipulated by the press and media, more than TASS ever did in the height of the cold war. The spin and outright propaganda from government and the establishment puts even Goebbels to shame.


The problem is though, that it is not going to be middle class middle England BBC News viewers who will rise up. The so called enlightened, the “woke” the humanists, even those of us claiming to be socialists have been lazy, we have screamed our chants on social media, some even got out on the streets, but none of that has any effect upon a regime that just ignores the opinion of not just the electorate but the demands of the United Nations in regard to human rights breaches. That’s truly terrible when we realise it was Britain where people (our people, our forebears) spilled blood, fought and died for us and eventually the majority of the world to have those very human rights, Braverman, the Conservatives, all politicians and their masters (whether British, American, Russian or Israeli) wish to steal from us now.


The people that will ignite the change that is coming are those that have been put in ghettos, in slums, in no go areas, those raised on streets run by County Lines, those kids given hand guns at 9 years of age, the people who dare not leave their homes due to gangs, those people who have no hope of ever escaping their lot even for a weekend.
The revolutionaries of this century are not going to be fighting for anyone else, they are not going to be waving banners, there will be no factional flags to identify them, they will be those people ignored by everyone. Those people we distance ourselves from.


Your streets lined with CCTV and those few under resourced and under trained PCSO’s will not be protection.


Revolution now will not be about race, it will not be for equality or freedom, it will be those with nothing to lose, giving all to just survive. It will be a grab at the power with no intent to sustain it. No replacement ideology, no manifesto, just desperation.


We can sit typing away, just as I am doing now, in our little suburbs, our quaint villages, our country market towns, looking at the big political picture, criticising and shouting but within the limits of the ingrained fear of prosecution due to this surveillance culture.
We can pretend to hold the moral high ground, yet wait for others to bring about the change that’s really needed, we can buy into the bizarre rhetoric so many seem to spout about how demonstration and civil disruption is wrong and the protestors are our enemies, which as a socialist I cannot ever get my head around, our rights were gained only by demonstration, protests, and civil disruption. Yes disruption might make you late for work or may mean you miss a flight or other things, and there will be folk commenting about how ambulances and fire engines get blocked, but I guess they are not drivers themselves who have to fight the gridlock daily caused by infrastructure not fit for purpose due to corruption over development of Britain by often investors from countries our own government describe as oppressive or corrupt. Ironic. They won’t realise that the underhand stripping of NHS assets and the continuing privatisation means those very same ambulances are held in often 8 to 10 hour queues outside A&E departments that cannot even assess the patients never mind admit them.


If we wait, the fight to come will not be for our rights, it will be for our very survival. It is that simple.


If we wait, there will be no chance of positive planned change. There will be warlords, territories and vast locked down areas policed by violence, whether by gangs or government.
Scare mongering? Sadly I do not think so. I see daily the way people have lost hope, lost respect not only for others but themselves. I worked and lived in areas where there was nothing to strive to, where the only respect was for the biggest gun and most violent gangs.


A few years ago there was a move by a certain city to bring in reformed gang leaders from the most dangerous areas of the USA, to educate youngsters who lived in an extremely infamous estate.


The American ex-gang leaders stayed a matter of days. They left saying this particular area was far more dangerous than the Bronx or LA, because over there the gangs wore colours, you knew your foe, but here anyone could kill you without notice.
Has that changed?


I haven’t the answers, sadly my health and as the doctors call it my frailty means my days of marching and more are long gone. But my frustration, my concerns and even fears for those coming after me are all to real. I may be just some daft or mad old man renting on, or maybe I am just seeing what so far others seem blind to. You decide.

Questions in time?

Reet, let’s be clear, I have never questioned the existence of Covid19. I worked through the pandemic as best I could to save lives. I spoke to all kinds of people on the absolute front line, at times being the only person there for them to disclose to.
The virus was I truly believe as real as it gets, and it killed far too many folk, mainly in my humble opinion die to not only inaction and incompetence of the government and opposition MP’s, the failiure of the civil service itself and the transport infrastructure, the blatant government supporting and misinformation from the faux independent British press, but the insurmountable levels of corruption at the very heatt of this government and so many of their friends and supporters.
Now, however, I do have to question the so-called vaccines, the clauses the pharmaceutical companies insisted on to protect them from prosecution, and just what side effects all us guineapigs now are experiencing.
Before Covid, I was already living with chronic illness and pain. I had 4 years of exhaustion, of brain fog, of not functioning, and several symptoms I would rather not share here.
My medication list then was only slightly less than it is now, and to say I rattled with tablets and leaked with injection holes was an understatement.
Now, however, I cannot try to function for a single day without being completely off my feet and unable to undertake the most basic tasks for at least 4 subsequent days.
I would blame this completely upon my seemingly inoperable chronic heart disease, to which I am still awaiting a clear consultation in regard to prognosis, but without being too morbid, does not look extremely promising at this time, andante that has some part in my current complete shutdowns of all my abilities, however, so many other folk are reporting very similar experiences,and a good number of then have no history or ptevious presentation of any diagnosed chronic illness.
These folk have little to link them, except the majority either having had Covid 19, or for many more having had the vaccine.
I truly have no answers at present, but so many questions form in my mind.
The first question is, with the 20/20 vision hindsight grants us how can we trust any response from the politicians, their press puppets, or their civil servants?
That is one question I can with confidence supply an answer as clearly stare we cannot.
The second question is why it is now that politicians of all parties support the stripping of our rights, especially those involving the base tools of all democracy, the right to protest, demonstrate, and strike. Not to mention the attacks on our privacy and free speech.
Will we need to wait for hindsight to answer that and the other questions, when it will be too late to defend against this destruction of tye remnants of freedom that still exist, or will we as a nation finally find our voice and demand the answers and accountability from those who have chosen to stand against all the morality we should hold dear?
That I truly struggle to answer, and sadly, each day lose hope it will happen in time.
Jonesy
http://www.thejonesy.com

Language and oppression

Today, I was challenged about sharing a meme about fathers loving their children. I was told that the term should be “care givers” if I was to be PC.

The thing is, I am not that PC, as in i am a human being living in a world full of challenges for so many people. I live my life to the values I hope take all people into account, but there is a line betwixt language and culture.

I will not deliberately try to offend anyone by using language I believe to be oppressive, I will, however, continue to live in a world where my knowledge and experience are what I base my views upon. I am happy to learn from others, but am I hope realistic, and as such see the continual changes in what is supposedly politically acceptable and what isn’t as at times oppressive in itself.

If you wish to oppress people one of the first tactics you use is you stop them speaking out, and the easiest way to do that is to publicly discredit their use of language.

In this instance I shared a meme that fitted with my personal experience. It was not a comment upon gender fluidity nor any other topic. I have been for many years the target of parental alienation.


I am a father, not a care giver, because due to that alienation I gave not been able to provide the care I wished to give. I do not give a bloody damn about what the latest terms should be I am a father to my children, even if only currently in name only. So I may offend people by not using the correct trendy term, but they offend me by stealing the only value of my life from me.

Depression or frustration?


So many people in the UK and globally have a clinical diagnosis of depression. I am myself included in those folk.


Depression is often a catch all term, not only for us lay people but professionals in the field of mental health, using it to explain why people seem unhappy, miserable, isolated and alone, along with those who cannot function in any way, or worse lose their lives to this very destructive and all too often deadly condition.


I am diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and a level of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or PTSD, and these all affect my life significantly at times, but today, I had one of those light bulb moments. A ding above my head. What if the accepted diagnosis also covers up a key issue. One we all experience in our lives to some degree.


Now, we live in a world that has all kinds of information at our fingertips, quite literally, to be honest. We can pick our phones up and using whatever search engine we like (or more likely was preinstalled on our phones or computers), and using the right phrase, question or keyword can look anything up. More often than not the results we then get will be heavily censored according to what state or country we live in, or more often which source has paid the most to the billionaires running the search engines, but will generally offer us some possibly believable answer.


I know, I seem mistrusting of how the Internet, or to point of fact our society runs. That sadly is because after 56yrs of life experience, I am, and that is a big part of the problem.


If I kept the working title of this piece, you will already know that I am talking about that innocuous almost innocent word, “frustration”.


So what does frustration actually mean?
Well according to the Cambridge Dictionary (https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/frustration) it can be a feeling; the feeling of being annoyed or less confident because you cannot achieve what you want, or something that makes you feel like this.
It can be preventing; the fact that something prevents plans or efforts from being successful


It also is described as being an annoying situation; disappointment or discouragement, or a discouraging situation


The dictionary goes on to describe it as preventing success; the act of preventing something from being achieved.


Yes it is all of the above, but in my view a much stronger word or term than it is ever given credit for. To me frustration is all too often the cause of disagreement,

disappointment, ire, anger or even rage. But it is also not only negative, it can be the catalyst for motivation, change of approach or path, it can become the key starting point in a new quest for knowledge or answers.
Let’s first focus though on the assumed negative connotations, the word being used to describe prevention. What does frustration prevent for me? I am the only person I can truthfully use as an example, and yes there maybe subjectivity in my opinions, views or findings, but I truly believe that is a given for anyone seeking to re-understand themselves.
To explore this, I need to consider what frustrates me and what my emotional and physical responses may be to that.


We have all watched, listened to or read a news article that we would say frustrated us. Often because a better resolution could have been brought about by what we see as common sense. Then we may say common sense is not that common. I may at this juncture kinda disagree with that conjecture, for “common sense” is based upon our understanding of a situation or issue. Our understanding, however, is based upon our knowledge, experience and values. It also is effected by how good the communication is regarding the description of the situation. For instance if someone was to tell you they saw a man in a black suit bundle a woman into a van and drive off, your first reaction may be to ring the police. But if that same description was that he saw a man in a black uniform bundle a drunken woman who had been arrested for a breach of the peace into a police van, you have a completely different account. Both are descriptions of the same incident, but the former lacked key information for you to reach a better understanding. Now there maybe no need to contact the police.


When we are given a news story, its description gives rise to what the story teller wants us to define, and then how we are expected to react. If we are unquestioning of the reporter, editors and those who control which allegiances the media hold, then we like proverbial cattle will follow the path given and continue our journey to pasture, shearing or the abattoir, depending on which way the dogs lead us.


It’s when we challenge the story, look deeper into the language and leaning that we may become frustrated. We may see so many of our flock wandering blindly toward the bolt gun, despite our begging them to make a turn at the gate away from the shepherd. That feeling at that point that overwhelms us is “frustration”.


To me, Jonesy, frustration wears many hats. My daily frustrations mainly arise from my health. My inability to plan, my difficulty sustaining friendships, my social awkwardness, my lack of being able to sustain any routine or commitment that ensures my working life, for all intent and purpose is over.


This maybe the point I should explain me, give a little insight into my background. Those who follow me on social media may want to skip this next bit, as I am kinda already open to many of them.


As I write this I am a 56yr old bloke, who has for around 6yrs been medically retired from work.


I had a long career in social work, working in the field of child protection for many years, before that children’s residential care, and started my working life at sweet 17 as a care assistant in a very badly run and abusive nursing home. Sadly that was the 1980’s and even if I had of had the knowledge and experience to change that, I did not have the opportunity, there were in reality no systems in place for me to turn to. I am writing this in 2023 and it upsets me that although now there are supposed safeguards such as ofsted and the care quality commission, they rarely act upon any information until its too late, and someone is either injured or worse.
The years between being that green care assistant and supervising social workers, investigating abuse, and doing all possible to protect the most vulnerable children in our society I had many other roles and jobs.
I worked in a sweat shop in Manchester for evangelical Christians who were making fashion goods for Harrods and the like, where health and safety wasn’t even a term. I drove buses in some of the most poverty stricken and deprived areas of the UK. I dressed as a dustbin on BBC Radio Manchester, being interviewed by Janice Long, that was surreal, I was a registered doorman for a number of years, I ran my own business selling crockery, worked in shops, drove delivery vans, drove for the WRVS and lots of other less descriptive roles.


I have seen pure opulence to poverty you dare not reminisce over because its imagery hurts so much.


I have laughed at sheer horror and cried with complete joy.


I have loved as a father, a husband, a partner, a friend, a brother, an uncle and a son.
I have mourned with the pain I never comprehended or even realised existed.
I have followed the materialistic iconic fashion labels, but also lived out of a binbag.
I have drank tea with families that could scarce afford the teabag, but also eaten cucumber sandwiches at the Palace with the Royalty of the day.


In my life I have met the absolute best souls of our society such as Bruce Kent, to the worst our prisons could ever be home to.
So in an abridged kinda way that’s me.
Ok, as I have already stated, for years now, I have felt and displayed many indicators of depression, anxiety and to an extent PTSD, it is easy to adopt labels that fit with the feelings and effects of adversity, loss, and hopelessness experienced due to chronic health conditions and bereavement. Some of my physical pain symptoms due to nerve damage and neuralgia are even now treated with medication that is more commonly used to treat depression.


I am pretty open about my feelings and often between comments from some people who only see me on days I am in some way able to function, such as “you’re not ill” or “you can’t be disabled” despite my qualified and experienced doctors and consultants with all the facts and test results assuring me that I am, I get told “you are very depressed” or “you need help”. Now, it is good that people recognise you are experiencing hard and challenging periods within your life, that you are not the person the faux smile and clowning seems to suggest, and for a few to recognise that behind the façade you build up anew every single day that you truly do struggle at every moment to remain here, often looking for ways to end it without leaving behind the pain of loss for others to experience. I recognise I need help, I have screamed, cried and begged for that help, for support. I have researched ways to end my life, looking objectively at the tools I have, from a knife to an injection of insulin, and what they would leave others to clean up after I passed.


I consider daily the people my death may effect, and cry for those no longer on that list because either they too have gone,or they are no longer parts of my existence.


Despite the pleas, any support is minimal and still after now well over a year since i recognised and excepted that i needed help i have yet to receive anything beyond a couple of assessments, and promises of what may at some time in the future be on offer. Yes even my writing this sounds like my depression defines me, and I do agree with the diagnosis, however it’s not quite that simple.


Along with my depression, frustration has been a guiding factor in my decisions, both rational and occasionally completely irrational. For a long time after losing my career, my focus and my life path, I carried anger that was born from frustration. That anger worsened with the death of my brother Robert, and that was fuelled by frustration at the futility, the failings of services, such as the GP’s, hospital staff, community health, the ambulance crew (on one occasion) and social care. I was frustrated at his estranged wife for the cruelty and abuse Robert disclosed she had dealt upon him, frustration at my family, but most of all frustration at the guilt I carried myself for choosing to be away the one weekend that resulted from his being failed and led to his death.


I was and still get so frustrated that cuts in services mean so many are so vulnerable, and that Roberts death was not isolated nor rationally with hind sight unexpected.
I am continually frustrated with the corruption of those who hold power, those who govern, those who are supposed to represent us, the people of the UK.


That frustration again breeds anger and borders upon rage at times. I watch when it cannot be avoided, the effects of corruption and cruelty upon those who are vulnerable to ministerial decisions on statute and cuts, I get angry at their puppets (or are they the masters) who own the media, those true scum that vilify the sick, the disabled, the powerless, to protect the abusive elite who manipulate us as if we were measly pieces upon a board game, and all expendable in the name of their god “greed”.


So why do I bother getting frustrated, why do I allow (as if it was a rational decision I could make) myself to feel anger at these people? I can only surmise that my values, my morality and hopefully my empathy mean I cannot sit watching the rise in hatred being focused upon ourselves in support of the true enemy of our nation, of humanity,the puppet masters themselves.


So yes Depression is the clinical diagnosis I have to endure, but frustration to me is not just an effect of this, not just a factor within the term of depression, it defines me as much if not more. Frustration has motivated me to spend my immobile day writing this rather than watching someone else’s limited imagination play put on my TV screen whilst I lay semi helpless on the sofa, in a t-shirt and shorts because their is little chance in my health allowing me to leave my prison like bungalow today.


Frustration likely is a factor in triggering my heart attacks, in raising my pulse to SVT levels, maybe of the refusal of my brain to shut down even in the event I actually fall asleep.


Is it frustrations or stubbornness keeping me breathing, a need to remain, to ensure change does come, even if I amno longer able to activate it?

The useless Britains

Why the hell are we not beyond livid at this? But putting human excrement in our rivers is truly only the tip of the biggest scandal in our history. In previous eras, even as recent as the sixties and seventies, corruption if discovered meant the politicion or businessperson was held to account. However it serms this now is the time of the 21st Century weakling roll-over and give up generations!
This shite is not acceptable, but nor is the other corruption caused by this government and previous ones, privatisation, stripping the UK of all its assets, even selling off most of our infrastructure to the French Government, so they too can profiteer from the British people on a huge scale.
Because of these parasitic MP’s and their masters, we no longer have a fit for purpose health service, any fit for purpose armed forces, a fit for purpose road network, any fit for purpose utility companies, a fit for purpose rail network, any fit for purpose social care or social services, fit for purpose housing, fit for purpose entitlements (stop calling them benefits, we paid into the pot for them. Just because folk cannot work they are not scrounging scum, that title should be reserved for those in power. Oh and before you say “i know people that can work but just sit on disability benefits” or “they are not disabled” ask yourself if you are their fecking doctor, or carer, are ypu experiencing their pain, their fatigue, their anxiety, their embarrassment at pooing themselves or leaking? If not shut the feck up!), not even a fit for purpose democratic process. We definitely do not have a fit for purpose, government, Prime Minister or even opposition.
Truly folks play dead, ignore the cruel corrupt decisions, all you want now, because after years of so many warnings from us, it truly is likely too bloody late to fix. You, we have condemned ourselves, our children and our grandchildren to just about the bleakest and most oppressive future possible.
Are we proud?

Titanic Folly

Sight seeing actually on a sea grave is not ok, however rich you are. The Titanic (or Britanic?) Was a huge loss of life and the survivors (mostly the upper classes as us poor folk were locked below so as not to offend the sensitive stomachs and senses of the wealthy genteel class) were never the same after it. Well none of those with any morals or empathy anyway.
So tbh I am sad that people, any people are suffering, though I also see the irony in the super rich being locked below this time, I feel for the anguish, pain and loss of all involved including their families, but why the absolute feck were they there? Why have people got £200k± to spend on this vile morbid excursion, if they have that much cash to squander why are people living in poverty and dying of starvation?
These playboy set are whatever the circumstances in my view, the worst sub strata of what can be laughingly called humanity.
I do not think they deserve the possible grizzly end that seems apparent, but if anything it should bring about a whole array of questions, not only to the maritime authorities, but to us, demanding to know why these folk get to lead these lives, and how to stop them.
Remember, we are many, and don’t shed too many tears, for they truly shed none for you or the billions of others struggling in this so out of balance world.

Energy crisis, real or fake?

Around 3% of your fuel bills are paid to the national grid. That’s about £20 a year.
Ofgen are very cagey about who generates the electricity, we do know the French Government own a huge swath of the generation plants,including nuclear and wind power.
The cost of that electricity is set by the stock exchange trading,but not open trading, its called wholesale but is controlled by a monopoly league of the main companies such as Eon, Octopus and the like. The prices they charge you do not reflect the cost of generation nor connectivity.
So this entire cost of living crisis in the UK is about profiteering for shareholders. And get out of your head that share holders are middle class middle England pensioners in Clackton or Brighton, share holders are mainly the richest people in our society and not just British but mainly overseas investors.
They are people like Boris and his dad, Sunak, May, Starmer, Musk, Putin, Gates and all those vile creatures that surround them.
Their profits cannot be allowed to suffer even if you have to.
It truly is that simple.

Submerged privilege

Ok folks, you will likely think me heartless for writing this post, it seems to be the trend atm, and that’s fine, but it seems that all the news outlets are completely ignoring the fact a former Primate Minister lied not only to his buddies in Parliament but to the nation, on many occasions and deliberately so, that he was PM and leader of the current ruling party, having and attending parties, when the entire world was scared and suffering, and covering for his mates to do the same and travel anyrlwhere they wanted. They are stoney silent on the fact that his punishment for not only the lies, the law breaking, the abuse of his position of power is …….the removal of his pass to get into the house of commons.
To me that is akin to someone removing a bank robbers National Trust membership instead of prison for armed robbery.
Now some of you will no doubt say “what does it matter, no one died?”, sadly we do not know that either way, but we do know that people were watching or rather not being there as relatives died, were not allowed to ave full families attend funerals, were not allowed to support family members and loved ones after people died.
We also know he was incharge of a government that profiteered to the max from fear and death. His colleagues of whom he was the boss, the responsible head honcho, the buck stops here man, deliberately defrauding us all, fabricating contracts from fake firms, doing dodgy deals and again allowing and enabling people to suffer and die, whilst filling their quaffers.
We know that so many ordinary people where desperate to help others for no profit or gain whilst this corruption was blatantly happening on this disgraced PM’s watch. I could name so many local and national organisations who fought to save lives from the NHS staff who put themselves and their families at risk, the care workers, shop workers, bus drivers who did the same, as with so many others who our infrastructure requires to run at even a base level,to all the in my mind heroes making and supplying ppe for no profit or gain nationally such as For the Love of Scrubs, Volunteer Riders UK, to the many many local ones such as Sheila’s Sewing Circle and numerous others.
So instead of the media screaming for the heads of Johnson and those corrupt people in power, despite tge clear legal statement that he lied,now a point of fact withing British law, the press if full of a single story about a British Billionaire (and others who are not it seems important enough to warrant identification) possibly being lost in a tourist sub that was giving them access to what should be respected as a mass grave, and nit a tourist site.
Well this is where folks will call me heartless,he and the others knew the risks of their venture. They were doing it to sate their own gratification and not to benefit anyone else. When I get on a bike I know the risks too, if I crash and die the lives of those who love me maybe effected just as harshly as those of the said billionaire but likely no more and no less.
Fine report it, as any possinly fatal RTA or even plane crash, at a push, but do not use it as a way of hiding the truly real issues that should be focused upon.
I wish no one harm, injury or death, and as I do not not know the fate as yet of the subs passengers,I truly hope they are saved, but I also want people to see just what Johnson and his cronies, past and sadly very much present have done, I want him charging, given its now fact he broke the law I want him sentencing and imprisoning. No one individual or government should be above the law. No one. So take his freedom not his bloody pass.