Jonesy, simply a human

Maybe its time we made the debate upon transgender a tad easier. In Europe and many other places in the world most public toilets are unisex. This causes little issue for them and is normality. In the UK disabled toilets are mainly unisex, sadly though too often mixed with baby changing which is problematic from both sides.
Yes mens loos are generally more unkempt than womens, but employing adequate cleaning and good general standards would help.
I am not suggesting this will end the ongoing debate, and yes I see both sides, but life is about change, and that includes values, principles and morality. We see ourselves as a mature culture but seem to pick up on things and resist changes just for the sake of it.
I have not all the answers and yes there are circumstances unisex toilets may be a concern or even cause anxiety for some. I get that totally. But its about how they are managed, staffed and monitored. Maybe single cubicles such as many disabled ones are? And yes the local authorities are closing existing ones down and not investing, but as a diabetic with Crohns that is something I truly believe we need to resist.
I realise some of you may be angry at my simplistic post, but occasionally is it not worth seeking simple solutions before addressing the complex sides of an issue? And boy is the issue complex? But thats what advancement is about, identifying ways forward when challenges are faced.
And for the record I truly do see both sides of this truly difficult issue, I even agree with arguments from both, almost sitting on the fence (not as in a Lib Dem with knife drawn looking for a back to stab). But at the end of the day for me, people should be respected for life needs and choices. Its easier to condemn but takes intelligence and empathy at times to overcome our own society imposed views and values.
I will give any human being a chance, I will be friendly and affable, who ever they are (corrupt or right wing politicians, bankers, heads of corporations, nazis, Royals, bigots and Donald Trump [yes most of the previous] are not included in this statement and will not be treated with anything but contempt by me ) until their behaviour or attitude falls below the standard I believe acceptable.
I do not think that many if any would entertain having a sex change or even coming out to the abuse they will often receive just by admitting they are so, unless to them it was life limiting remaining trapped within a gender they cannot identify with.
Its not a game or even likely a choice to many. They are not ‘perverts’ or to be feared. They are human beings trying to live their one life as best they can.
What harm is it going to cause those of us that are not living within that undoubted turmoil?
Its only fifty years that the UK (not including Scotland or Northern Ireland) made it legal for two men over 21 to have sexual intercourse with each other. It was only in 2000 when it became legal for them to sleep together in a hotel.
Society has to change its values and legislation as understanding of ourselves increases. I don’t know many other than the far right that will not accept that being gay is ok. There will always be bigots sadly, but we need to move forward.

My view anyway. I do not expect everyone to agree, just be measured and kind in your responses.

Thank you
Jonesy

Not for the faint hearted. If you are repulsed by gore look away now. You have been warned.

The bomb, by Jonesy Jones

Six o’clock in the evening and I am moved from my place of rest, put on a long trolley and towed out to where they are arming the planes. My one and only flight is to be under the fuselage of a Tornado Ground Attack aircraft. We have watched these bad boys take off and land all week.
Its sunny here in Cyprus. We are well looked after, kept in shade with guards and armourers watching over us.
As we reach the plane my brother is hoisted up under a wing and clamped in place. His nose prop spun gently to check its rotating free.
Now its my turn. Me being a big lad I am not carried under the wing but under the belly of the plane. All the checks are done by a quite cute lass, a sergeant from Brum.
Now we wait. It feels like eternity until dusk finally falls upon us. Long shadows creep across the base. Now there is movement as a pilot walks over toward us. He is assisted up the ladder followed by his number two. They get comfy and sit in their seats with the hud open for now. Its still scorching hot.
The radio squarks into life and the canopy is slowly closed. The crew signal those upon the ground and the wheels are freed of restraint.
The engine increases tempo and we slowly manoeuvre forwards, resting for a minute or two at the end of a long runway. Then suddenly the engines scream and I can feel the clamps holding me firm as we tear down the runway, bumpy at first but then smooth, with only the wind letting me know just how fast we are moving.
This my maiden and final flight seems to pass so quickly. Very soon even though we are skimming the water at 200 feet and travelling at over seven hundred miles an hour, i can see the lights of a sleepy town ahead. Now there are flashes of small arms that I can see coming from little clumps of men dotted about. Thats no real risk to us. But suddenly the crew are reacting to an alarm as a SAM (surface to air missiles) site tries to lock on to us. Tonight however luck is with us, now there is general tracer anti aircraft fire seeking us out, but again we just fly through it.
Now its my turn to shine. I am no thorough bred, I have no laser guidance, just a lifeblood of phosphorous and explosive.
My clamps release and I fall to the ground as if a stone from a child’s catapult. As I hit I explode into a bright but deadly star. This is my moment. I reach out to all of those humans close by. My phosphorous igniting buildings, cars, furnishings and skin as my explosive wave demolishes all barriers between my victims and I.
Part of me, an ounce from the hundreds of pounds I started as lands upon a soldier, on leave from his unit, he will not be returning to serve. A clump hits his wife, within seconds she breathes no more, but shards of me penetrate the skin of their seven year old daughter. Five minutes ago she was smiling as her daddy cuddled her to sleep. Now she is screaming with a pain no person deserves to endure, especially an innocent child.
Fear keeps her from slipping into the abyss of unconsciousness, as I burn down deeper into her flesh. Her screams an accompaniment to the searing destruction I wreak upon her failing body. A second, minute, hour or day passes, I know not which for now there is nowt of me beyond the weaponised chemical burning her away.
Someone finds her as the dig amongst the rubble. They do not see her fractured and broken bones, just the mask of a demonic monster that is now her burnt face. The bones of her hands and arms uncovered as the skin continues to wither from the chemical induced heat.
My job is done. The last remaining embers of my existence are dug from her small body by a local doctor, over a desk in the child’s own classroom.
I will never know if this victim of my being will live or die. I truly now hope it is the latter, for her sake.
I feel no remorse however, for I feel nothing, I am inanimate, not evil nor good. I am a weapon, a simple tool fashioned with but one purpose. To kill.
I am not guilty of the pain and destruction I cause. That is down to those who built me, who ordered me and who set me free. And sadly it is you that allow them to do this. It is you that will always and forever be the ones responsible for the pain and suffering endured by this once happy child.
Your inactivity grants them mandate for me and all those like me to kill, destroy and maim in your name.
And why? To save lives? To make the world better? To fight ancient evil? No! For power and greed. Its that simple.
I truly hope this account wakes someone up.
I am sorry its so graphic, but I am more sorry its so true.
#NoWar #NoGreed #NoCorruption
#NotInMyName

Jonesy

Can we be clear, Windrush is about sending people who came to UK at the end of WW2 (most at the invitation of Enoch Powell) along with their children and grand children, who were born and bred in the UK back to the country those folk originated from.
They came to the UK to help rebuild our society and economy, they gave up their lives in Jamaica, Africa and throughout the Commonwealth to aid us, with the promise of better lives. Sadly most were ghettoised by an ungrateful and frankly racist nation.
Many of the men and women that came over either served in the British Forces or aided in the war effort.
We have no right to tell them to leave the UK, it is completely immoral. These people have lived, died, paid taxes, and worked within our society, many for their entire lives.
I believe this is what Salisbury was all about, to divert us away from how horrific the Govt behaviour really is.
Its time to rid our country of these people, not the ones that came here, the bastards that govern us!
Jonesy Jones

People may see me as over reacting to the bombing of Syria, but I am devastated at the taking of any life, especially the men, women and children that like us have no choice in what their cruel rulers do. You cannot save people by killing them.
I feel so frustrated for I, in the same way as every child woman and man in Syria must feel that they as individuals cannot stop their government and forces.
Do these people deserve to die any more than you or me? No they do not. Are they are enemies? No they are not. Are these human beings so different to us that they do not feel fear, loss or pain? No they are not.
How would you feel watching a child, your child, or grandchild cower in terror in a corner until crushed by rubble or cut to pieces by shrapnel?
Sorry to be descriptive but its important to realise what we are doing.
Imagine crouching down and hearing the roar firth of a jet engine the screech of a missile, a crump of an explosion then feeling the lost of all your family and friends.
Those of us that have not lived through the horror of war cannot imagine it fully. Its not glory, and clinical, when a missile strikes it does not just kill the bad guys, the wounded do not just have a patch of fake blood. If they survive they are likely physically injured beyond what we can see but the fear, emotional terror and anguish remain for ever.
We would get upset if someone broke into our houses and stole a few quid, our bombers are wiping away everything these people still have, if they have anything left after years of conflict.
War is not a game, this is not a movie, its real, its vile, its cruel, its vicious and deadly.
We are not saving these folk, we are murdering them. Culling them not for the atrocity they have caused, but for the rights to a bloody oil pipeline.
We are not the on the side of morally right at all, we are the aggressors, and this is an illegal war.
This is why I am so frustrated, why in the middle of the night I reported the prime minister to the police for breaking our country’s law by breaking international law.
I do not know what else to do, I feel weak and powerless but need to do something.
Just because I was born ‘British’ does not give me any more right to exist than any other human upon this planet.
And I will never ever sit by and do nothing whilst people, young or old, are killed and maimed in the name of greed.
So please share my words, share your own despair, your own anger and let’s find a way to topple the evil regime that we have here before we steal the lives of others.
Jonesy Jones

Dear Mrs May,

Please allow me to be clear, the British people do not want to be involved in any war, especially one in support of a fascist megalomaniac such as Donald Trump.
It is clear that Russia was not responsible for the alleged nerve agent attack, it now is clear Assad did not use any chemical weapons. You have already lost the faith of your nation. Do not assist in the destroying of our world, our species, all species. There is no political gain in a nuclear winter.
Simon Jones

This to those miners, print workers, firefighters, nurses, local govt workers, ship builders, trade unionists and anyone else who had their jobs, industry, community, culture and lives destroyed by Thatcher and her legacy.
Are we going to let the world remember her as the Iron Lady, the Knight errant of a Capitalist world, the Hero of the Establishment? Or are we going to destroy her historical celebrity? Are we going to get off our swollen flabby cheeks and renew our fight? It maybe not a fight to change history but we can change the future. We can stand up to protect our children and grandchildren. We can demonstrate, march even if with stick, crutch, chair or scooter, we can educate those that are too young to have been there. We can describe how she and her establishment cronies stole our rights, employment and livelihoods. How the Evil Crone turned communities and even families against each other. How she destroyed family values and support.
We can raise our banners once more and set the brass a playing.
We come from long lines of brave folk that fought and died for their future generations, ‘us’, now its our turn. Not just here but on the streets of every village, town and city. In every market place. We need to be out there and seen. We need to ensure we are ignored no more.
We can do this. We can unite with one common goal, to take back whats ours, all of it that the evil witch and her follow-ons including Theresa the Traitor stole from us. Our support, our rights and our freedom.
We can rebuild our communities, we just have to try.
Jonesy Jones

Wars are not won by defensive stratagem alone. Instead of reacting to the Tory, Media and Establishment (not to mention those betraying us, the membership, within our own party) attacks, we need now to mount our own offensive.
The Party leadership is tied to procedure and policy, they can only deal out tempered and politically considered responses, we however have still the presumption of freedom of speech and actions. We can think upon our feet and mount an action which they cannot defend against. We can think outside the box and not conform to their process.
The Tories already are at a huge advantage because their attacks are paid for, they employ trolls and turncoats. It seems even in this day and age certain organisations are not above putting a financial bounty upon their opponents head so to speak.
We cannot allow them to cause us to split, to argue amongst ourselves. They are doing this because they know they are losing, that if we remain strong we win. And to be honest if they even managed to win the next election, we likely will win, for too many will now realise that they have destroyed the integrity of our assumed democratic process.
So let’s be totally clear, its now ‘Attack, Attack, Attack’ for they call us an army of hate, let’s prove the right, we are an army, one that hates injustice, immorality, unfairness, corruption, propaganda, murder, poverty, racism, sexism, discrimination and greed.
If there is such a thing as good and bad we are firmly upon the side of good and let’s never forget it!
I will be raising my red flag this week.
Jonesy Jones

Time we of this race, the human race fought for all humanity on this wet rock of ours that hurtles through space. We are living in an era where we have the resources and technology to ensure all the peoples across our world can have access to food, warmth, comfort, shelter, nurturing, freedom and care.
There truly is no excuse for hunger, suffering and death through poverty.
I have awoke today with the full realisation that our fight can no longer be solely focused upon our singly corrupt government, but that we must join with folk in every walk of life across every country upon each continent to rid the parasitic rulers and truly gain a world of freedom and fairness for all.
We know what human rights should be, so lets fight for them globally.
No country or members of their society are our enemies, only those whose greed, creed and nature is to stamp upon the rest.
My sleeping hours have showed me that yes people are more angry in our world today, but its an anger born out of frustration, they are apathetic due to feeling hopeless, we live in a time where we have the knowledge of the world at our fingertips but are made to feel afraid to use it to fight for what is right.
This knowledge can aid our fight and can be more powerful that any gun, they want us to reject our politics and truths upon social media because they realise how dangerous it could be, is getting for them, the ‘Establishment’ when millions or even billions link up and realise that the borders of the past no longer exist except as outdated history, and now we truly can band together to overthrow corruption, control, assumed power, greed, and those that use these motivations to enslave us all, trap us in an existence where they decide our level of quality of life.
I may have a ‘British’ passport, I may have been born in the UK but I am a human and I live upon Terra, the small planet that floats through space, with its 7.6 billion inhabitants at the top of the food chain, whose main fascination seem to relate to so many different ways of killing themselves and all life upon their world.
Time to change this, to find a common goal, and that has to be one that truly promote life, opportunity, and real hope. No one should suffer anymore, no excuses, lets draw our line now and use our brains to the full.
Stand up for life, stand up for hope, stand up for love, stand up for change, stand up for us, all of us.
Jonesy.