Jonesy, simply a human

https://thejonesy.com/2019/07/31/stealth-oppression/

It seems this arsehole govt are bringing in stealth curfews on younger drivers.

There are plans to ban younger drivers driving at night. Sadly no allowances for the rurally deprived, student nurses, care workers, carers or even those whom have never committed or likely to commit an offence. I would think however the super rich will have a get out clause, as they do for tax, paedophilia and other criminal behaviours.
When is enough truly enough? Hating this morally corrupt society more and more each day

No I am sorry but Boris Johnson has no humanity. The so called personal attacks upon him identify his flaws and help people see he is not some bungling oaf.

He is not a simple eccentric nor a cute funny man. He is calculating and I hate to use this word evil bastard. Remember him and Cameron were in the Bullingham club together and victimised people who were in their eyes poorer than them.
I agree that identifying weakness and using against the person is in many cases can be abusive and bullying, but, with this man and his ilk it is not the case. For one the opinions of you and I will never matter to him, we are but fodder, the cattle that exist only as a measure of his wealth and power, also he is sociopathic in his self belief, he makes things up and to him they become the truth. His lies are not to him lies they are as he utters them the gospel of ‘Boris the Bold’ which is how he truly sees himself. The buffoon persona is his own very calculated and refined construct.
This is a man that if he had the option would refuse the poor even the cattle cake Antoinette offered.
He is not a man of the people he is very much a part of the elite. He sees himself as royal stock and therefore entitled to rule over the rest of us scum.
He is as I have said very calculating but he is also inept when it comes to real world decision making. This man has no understanding of our lives, he has no interest in them. His morals are fed by greed and the belief that he is central to the universe.
He is in reality the most dangerous immoral prime minister we have ever had. And that title does not come easy.
We need to carry on personalising attacks upon him, we need to highlight his mistakes, his cruelty, his lack of humanity. This creature. This product of a truly derisive public school elitist system is our natural enemy. More dangerous than any terrorist. His policies will go further than his predecessors to kill and ruin lives here and abroad.
So yes promote anyyhing that shows his true self. He is not an affable fool. He is a vile self promoting greedy racist mysoginist discriminatory bastard. That is the true Boris. That is the Prime Minister of Great Britain. That is who the world sees as our leader. Brilliant isn’t it?

As a dad I am condemned by the actions of other men. Does that mean I am guilty of the actions of Hitler, pol pot, Darma or West? Are women all responsible for the guilt of Thatcher or Eva?

I tried to be the best parent I could be, but I was not allowed to be there on too many occasions. My children’s childhood was taken from me by the actions and lies of their mother. The system colluded with her, judges not checking facts and a court protocol heavily stacked against dad’s. And as an ex cafcass worker myself I can assure you it is.
I was not a drug addict. An alcoholic. But even people ill with these issues can still be a valuable parent.
I was and never will be an abuser on any level, yet my ex managed to prevent my contact with the children. I had a contact order (now child arrangement order) but she ignored it. The courts refused to enforce it. I have never had a xmas or birthday with either of my kids since we split up.
Any time I saw/see them it is me that has to puck up and drop off.
I had no say in the important decisions. But I was and always will be their father.
People tell me to write a book, I am doing just that, with the truth of what it is like to be an estranged dad or mum in this country. I will be sued no doubt due to my frankness. I do not care.
Now the government colludes with my ex even further. To the point even if by some miracle my health improved I would never be able to work again.
This country holds absent parents as the wtong doers. I have never wanted to be absent. I have always been there when the kids needed me. Always will be. I have a good relationship with them. Always have despite the vitriol and poison they are continuously fed by their bitter mother.
So all I know in my heart is I have been the best dad their mother and society allowed me to be. Please remember that when you condemn absent parents. I was never absent by choice. I always had my door open and my phone on. I fought to share their lives and when opportunity arose I would and always will drop anything to be with or there for them.
Some men and women do not try to be good parents. Some are bad parents. I know because my career was investigating them and protecting kids from them, but so many “absent parents” are only absent because the other parent ensures it.
So condemn me with your ex, I may or may not share the gender as them, I may wear the same T-shirt as them but I am not them. I am a dad that loves his children more thanife, and is only still on this planet because I am their father.
If you hate absent parents delete me. I am only capable of doing my best.
Jonesy

The labrynth was more than a maze. This was not a fun game. It was to be honest beyond brutal. Her mind felt ready to shut down but she truly dared not. Cassie knew if she hesitated she would not survive. He was following her, this thing, not a man nor animal. A shade as old as life, something or someone who did not recognise time, space or even walls or floors. If he caught her maybe her fate would be that of her friends, those she held dear but who now were empty lifeless shells bereft of even the glimmer of what once was their souls.
She looked around in what should have been terror, but now Cassie had no thoughts of flight, now fight had took hold of her, but a fight with no panic left, just calm acceptance. His powers against her skill and whatever else this new strength within her seemed to herald.
She drew her sword and faced him. She new him, recognised his gait. This was no man, this was no demon, this was “the” reaper she faced. She stood calmly and stared into his face, she looked beyond his eyes and found it, she saw the seed of Death himself, and now knew she could truly win.

Why is Orgreave so important? Why does it effect us 35 years on?

OK Orgreave is a little area just outside Sheffield, close to Crystal Peaks Shopping Centre. You might never need to go there even if you live within a couple of miles of it. In 1984 however it was the site of a very onesided battle between the striking mining community and the police, who were being used as the private enforcing force of the establishment (those controlling Britain’s industries for their own financial gain) and using those lives of the miners as pawns to be destroyed as an example to all trade union members in the Country.
The battle was instigated under direct orders from Margaret Thatchers Downing Street Cabinet. It is suggested by many who were there, including anicdotally some police officers and ex servicemen that members of the armed forces, most likely the army were used to add significant force to the police and were actually wearing police uniform, but without collar numbers. Photographic evidence from the battle seems to support this view.
If the army were deployed without a declaration of Marshal law and the consent of Parliament their involvement would be illegal both under British Law and international legislation.
As it was the extreme force and subsequent arrests, charges and imprisonment were not justified, moral, ethical or indeed legal.
The Sun newspaper lied and deceived the rest of the Country and is due to that and its lies supporting the police at Hillsborough have left it banned from Liverpool and hated by many.

So why important? This would be a clear example of the government attacking the populace to enforce their rule, to strip of us rights and to ensure their need for greed and corruption was sated.
This was a modern day Peterloo but instead of swords they used shields and batons.
This was the establishment keeping us down, and layed the foundations of austerity and the selling out of all British industry and the destruction of communities and yes families.
Since 84 those involved, the victims of police aggression have been calling for an open and honest enquiry int the battle. Into what happened before, after and at the time. The Conservatives have continued to block this. They still have members who could be held legally and morally accountable, but also the truth may just ensure the Tories would never achieve power again, the police would be reorganised to ensure they no longer were the bullying enforcers of the establishment and possibly new iron clad laws to make sure the army and forces could not be turned upon the populace by any politician or party.
ORGREAVE and the truth of what happened could just empower us all to facilitate true change and make Britain truly a great place to live.
Jonesy Jones

I wish I knew what was on my mind Facebook. Maybe a past I didn’t live to potential? Wrong decisions made?
A present of lost opportunity? of lost friends? of a lost path?
A future of mist, walls, obstruction, of despair?

I have decisions to make, debts to pay, and possibly hurt to experience.
I am but one person experiencing living with chronic phisical illness, depression and anxiety in a society that promotes a hostile environment to anyone who displays or suffers a vulnerability or worse a shred of humanity.
I am tired beyond belief of those who buy into the shit that the media, the BBC, channel’s 4 & 5, Sky and the Tories and yes Lib Dems push out. I am fed up of waking up in a world where Money, power, corruption and greed are the true religions of those who control everything. A world where self is more important than families, friends and people. Where words and mediation are drowned out by force and yes bombs.
I am but one human drowning with my comrades in a sea of cruelty and inhuman wickedness.
Many reading this may recognise themselves in this. I just hope the person they recognise is on the right side of history. That they will be judged by our descendents as the ones fighting this cruel corrupt system.
Every day I struggle to find reason to remain here, but the realisation that if we give up they win.
Jonesy.

Why do I bother fighting each day? I get less respect than a bully from family and spoken to with contempt by strangers, ripped off by friends and all too often an afterthought. Nothing to get up for. I am almost a food condenser, from mouth to ass with no other real meaning left.

Now becoming scared of living in the real world.

Metropolitan Police given orders to shoot to kill anyone carrying an offensive looking Milkshake.

The Police Commissioner says they will not rule out milkboarding for any offender who is arrested. Pictures of the London Mayor have been distributed to all fast food outlets and supermarkets to prevent reprisals for Mr Fart’s comments earlier today.

A spokesperson for the Mayors office states there is no truth to the rumour that Mr Khan has adapted the Daffy Fart Blimp to carry a payload of 2,000ib crusha chocolate bombs.

Yesterday I was taken by The Black Dog. Nothing I could do to change the overwhelming emotions then the void that followed. I felt truly isolated and alone.

Despair took over from rational thinking.
I had no control over the thoughts and then apathy. In fact in some ways it was the apathy that protected me.

I had no path to follow and only saw self loathing and I suppose what seemed like a universal injustice.

I tried to get some to understand but given I myself couldnt get where it came from how could I truly explain to others. I went on a depression and anxiety support group and shared my post, but that ended up seemingly feeding the emotions and negative thoughts of others, I had responses where suddenly people were sharing thoughts of suicide.

I felt responsible for their pain which dragged me down further.

There really was no serious catalyst for yesterday. I was happy enough Saturday. Sunday was a washout physically but was ok in myself. Then when I awoke Monday it hit.

It was not a choice, it was not planned or welcomed. I had no control whatsoever.

There were some very caring people upon my facebook that did help. That tried to distract me, that were concerned and spent time being there for me. All I can do is thank them for their humanity and the care they showed. They know who they are. Without them I might not have been writing this today. I truly do not know.

Depression may seem self indulgent and even attention seeking to some , especially if the onlooker has never experienced it. Sadly however it is not ever a decision to ‘be depressed’. You do not awake and say to yourself ‘today I will be low and get sympathy’. In fact at times sympathy feeds it. But saying that, you cannot just ‘pull yourself together’ you can not ‘cheer up’ and you cannot see that ‘things are not that bad’. You know ‘others are far worse off’, but all that does is add guilt to the equation.

I can only talk about how it effects me, I know that I feel worthless and pathetic when it effects me. I cannot think straight and feel frustrated with life. Yesterday was physical pain and mental anguish. I wanted the hurt to end. I would have done anything to end that pain. Luckily for me there are folk that love and care. That I love and care for. The thought of making them feel the pain that hit me, through my actions was too much to contemplate. Though depression can feel selfish it truly does often breed an empathy.

I could offer up all sorts of thoughts and excuses for how I felt yesterday, but none would be accurate. All I truly know and understand is it was a very onesided fight. It was a battle that I have now won, but only one battle in a war that may yet last my lifetime. A war that if I lose a single battle, I will not survive.

As I said this was and is my experience. Others may be different, but the cost of losing sadly often, too often can be the same.
So if you you see someone in a crisis, please try to be there for them. Saying the wrong thing often is better than saying nothing. But do remember depression is a very real illness, not a life choice.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and if you are one of those wonderful people that took time to interact with me, to be there for me, to distract me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are a reason I am here to recount this.

Your friend
Simon