Jonesy, simply a human

10 Downing Street.                                         XX Wxxxxxxx rd
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8/9/16

Dear Mrs May,
I am writing as your employer to inform you that we are terminating your contract forthwith.
This is with immediate effect due to issues of gross misconduct. You have misrepresented yourself and given that you have not been given mandate in regard to your assumed post you must relinquish all title and position.
You may leave the keys to the company house and your offices with the police officer outside your front door.
You also are now likely to be subject to police investigation as to your actions in rewarding national government contracts to a company your husband has represented and holds significant shares in. It is also apparent you have awarded the same company assets at way below the market value that belonged not to you but to the people of the UK.
If you are prosecuted and found guilty we the people will push for a significant custodial sentence.
It is demanded that there be an immediate and fair general election overseen by the United Nations. The current firm that undertakes the role having been found to be owned by Conservative Party politicians, donors and Members.
Yours

Simon Jones
Citizen of the United Kingdom

Well folkies today is tad hazy as very tired, so if I ramble on I would just like to say sor……ner tough haha.
I do not have all the answers to this at times foul world we live in. No meaning of life, or where we have come from. I do not know your god or gods. I only have my life experience, my limited knowledge, my views, what little wisdom I have acquired and a spattering of what I hope is common sense.
I live by my own morality which at times may be flawed at best. But the thing is I care. I care for my children, my family, my friends, their children, their families and friends. I try to care for all human life.
Sometimes caring is hard, especially when people all have their own failings. We all do. Ignorance, arrogance, greed, envy and a hunger for money, materialism and power.
I am not immune to these traits. I actually crave recognition, achievement and respect but not from others so much but from myself.
My worst but also at times best characteristic though is anger, the most destructive force for many but often a necessary emotion to motivate individuals and entire nations to fight for and sustain change.
We as q nation now truly need to get angry. We need to focus that anger upon the true enemies of fairness, justice, opportunity, equality, morality, honesty, integrity, enemies of our freedoms and even our life.
Are real enemies are not identified by colour, race, culture or religion. They are not standing under a foreign flag, they often do not speak a different language. Our enemies are simply rich and powerful versions of ourselves.
Their morality however is so far removed from our own. To them the only lives that matter are the ones of their monetary peers. They see us as entertainment, as oafish, as rough, uncouth. To them we are a necessary evil to ensure their inflated station in society.
They have no understanding of our lives. They do not need to go into a shop and choose between eating and buying say underwear or socks for our kids. They do not need to abstain from food so the rest of our family will be fed.
These people have no interest in whether you live or die. The National Health Service is just a pointless drain on the ‘public purse’ a missed opportunity for them to amass more profit from you and I.
These people have little integrity, robbing from all comers, betting with your money, then when they lose making you pay the shortfall whilst awarding themselves bigger bonuses.
These people abuse our children, sexually, physically and even it is suggested have killed them for their own perverse pleasure, but when society insists they are investigated, they just change the laws and ‘lose’ evidence.
Why do we accept them? Are they better at running our country? If so then we must be totally inept.
The next few months or years are likely to be key for us, for our children, their children and our nation. Our future is being decided now. We are at war.
The Establishment are preparing for war against Russia now, but that is to divert our ire from them. They realise even if we as yet do not that if we now join together and stand firm we are likely to overthrow their power base. To prevent this the literally will be prepared to take the world into a way only the elitist super rich with their bunkers and resources will have any chance of surviving.
By doing nothing you likely are sealing our fates.
The only way we the many will ultimately survive death and even extinction is to see the true enemy, to focus that anger upon them and to stand firm, to stand together.
At the moment we can do this by supporting the growing socialist movement, but soon that may not be an option, soon if we chose to do nothing now we may only have the option of spilling our very life blood.
So your choice, carry on as sheep until its too late or get savvy now, get focussed and get Fighting for the Future, for OUR future.
Jonesy.

Money
What is money? Is it even real? Surely its important? Its what we earn isnt it? It makes us free? Makes our lives better? Gives us more choice?
Ok well lets start at the beginning. Before money there was barter. Barter was swapping goods, work, skills and even knowledge for whatever you needed at the time. All societies began with barter.
Once people began using this form of economics the local chieftains would realise that they could demand more from people than others. They could by use of force, threat, fear, status or even through respect expect their clan, tribe or village demand off others, their subjugated or as we even see ourselves today subjects.
At some point in pre history some bright spark took a liking to precious metals, gold, silver even forms of copper. Around the same time jewels such as diamonds, ruby….well you get the idea.
So barter evolved into trade, goods for gold if you were lucky. Diamonds for deeds. Silver for service.
Now carrying around gold for instance was a job in itself, you rarely would trust it to others so soon the wealthiest either looked like Arnie (not a great look if you were wanting to marry a prince) or were constantly shattered and bent over so much all the could see was their feet. It was around this point some bright spark invented shoe polish, to enable the rich to see a reflection of the sky.
So a blokey (or more likely his missus coz them of the fairer sex hated shopping day at this point. Going out with bags weighing a ton to come back with sack cloth n tatties) decided if they put the rulers head on a smaller bit of gold with a number, and maybe silver with a smaller number and copper with the smallest number they could carry a small purse instead of a huge satchel. Thus the handbag was invented and with it came the birth of currency.
Now this worked for a while but when tribes, clans and villages became countries the boss guys and gals found if they wanted to buy stuff from abroad and couldn’t be bothered invading places like China they needed huge ships to carry the coins and still needed to send jewels and gold stuff too as the Chinese didn’t always like looking at the heads of other rulers unless they were on spikes (a fashion world wide in them days).
These huge ships often ended up being chased by pirates (water born robbers but with stunning dress sense, dandy flare, and able to hold full conversations by just one word….Arrr). It was then that again Mrs Boss came up with the idea of paper money. It was easier to make, lots smaller and far lighter. The ships then could be smaller and faster. And best of all if you made a promise (especially if you were English coz us lot always keep our word don’t we guv?) to pay the bearer (the dude or dudette holding the note) then you could just pretend you had lots of gold and stuff. The big boss realised this first so it was his or her heads on painted on the notes.
Nowadays yer don’t even need to pretend to have the gold. You just have to have a bank say you have. You don’t need to carry your money just a card or even you phone.
So that’s money. A promise. And when countries run short of money they say they have more. This works until they are found out then the other countries wont take their promises coz they been found out to be fibbers.
Now in each society there are lots of peeps with little or no money, but then there’s one in a hundred with stacks.
So is money real? Nope not really. Its a promise which may be true but likely is a lie.
Is money important? Only whilst we believe in the promise. If suddenly we don’t then we end up generally going back to barter until some charismatic or scary person manages to con us into pretending to believe again.
Is it what we ‘earn’? In some ways yes, but only because its all that is usually on offer. I actually would work far harder if someone gave me a big busty blonde but then that’s slavery and not only illegal and immoral but a subject all of its own for another night.
So does money make us free? No it truly does not. Money we are told is good, but what we are not told is money is actually more of a shackle than can ever be made out of iron chains. Once we agree a rate for our labour, skill, art or knowledge we have to continue to work for that amount. If we do or are seen to do wrong we are often fined. All the money we earn is taxed several times before and after we receive it. For instance you earn £10. That’s a promise of ten pounds of silver as we work on sterling rather than gold as a rule in Britain or ten promises of equivalent value. (you won’t get ten pounds of silver for a ten pound note though). £2 of that ten is taken in income tax. Then you pay say another £2 in national insurance (another tax as the policy keeps losing value). So you have £6. You buy two pints of beer. The beer has VAT value added tax of say 20%. So your beers cost £3 each. 60 pence of each £3 is VAT. Then you pay tax on the beer itself. Another 90 pence. So far half the cost of your beer is tax. Then the landlord of the pub pays his income tax, the dreymen pay their income tax, the brewers pay income and corporation tax unless they are American owned or the proprietor is a super rich blonde bearded goblin that cannot ride a bike, in which case they pay nothing. If we were bartering that beer would have cost us a few minutes of time but likely now its cost far more. We get less in money than we probably would without.
Yes we do have more choice with money in so much as we can split the result of our toil, paying a bit here and a bit there. Bit it also gives the rulers or the ‘Establishment’ more ways of getting our skills from us for less.
Why do people work for it? Because our society is controlled by the ‘Establisment’ those that have lots of money and power. We buy into it because they tell us to. Having more money means your choices open up new horizons. You can bribe, threaten, reward and even pay for people to be killed.
Money these days to many is allowing them to exist, not giving them choices. When you are on low pay or no pay then your options are limited. This keeps you in your place. It removes your power.
I prefer the dream a society where we care more for people than for money. Where we all have a decent standard of living with no need to worry about whether we can feed ourselves or our children, whether we still will have a home tomorrow.
A society where people are not applauded for greed. Where we respect deeds more than numbers.
Can it happen? You tell me, I am no more wise or intelligent than you, I do not hold all the answers. All I do is think, try to see the world as it really is. If I find an answer I will share it, but if you think hard enough you may just find it before me.
By the way if your confused good, think I have confused myself. But it is 2am and bloody hot!!!
All I ask is start to think. Think about anything. About money, society, the future, the past. Ask yourself questions and look for the answers. They do not need to be right. Just searched for. If you do this a whole new world of realisation opens up and is far more entertaining and yes frustrating than any soap. So give it a go. Then if you fancy share it with me and if you so wish the world.
Jonesy.

Well home now and early night. Lovely day just tramping about the peaks on my saddle. Lots of memories remembered, a nice one made. Only stress was some pratty kid in a little silver car coming out of Bradwell decided that killing me was a better idea than him losing face. Think he wet himself when he realised that he had pissed a grown up off. Never seen such a look of fear when I pulled up in front of him. Not such a big boy now and maybe will not dick around with bikes again? Anyway no threats just a look.
Other than that most people driving well. Odd 4×4 driver that does not believe bikes are allowed to filter and its their holy role to pull out and deliberately block our path. Not good idea. Read the highway code.
But that was rare. Weather cool enough for leathers. I am liking my new beard as When wearing helmet hides the triple chins. The bigger bike jacket gives the impression I am stocky not just chubby due to meds n inactivity. So almost felt confident for a while. Friendly face or two in Castleton and met Donna (was Delaney) in Tidza so munched over few memories in the street.
Ended up at folks for a chinese takeaway. Finally landed home. Fish, frogs fed an Gayle the gecko chatted to.
Lets hope dont pay too much a price tomorrow. Well bed calling. See yer all after the dark has gone away.
Jonesy.

Free
This is the second time I am writing this. My phone decided to crash and I lost it all once. But here goes.

Lets consider what free means. I mean today I had email from Pizza Hut offering me free food. A free lunch? Nope sadly not quite. What they were offering was this:
1. Download our fab new App
2. Rock up to a Pizza Hut Restaurant
3. Show us your App ID
4. Eat yummy food
5. Earn App points
6. Use points for more yummy food
#Simples
Well actually free means no charge, but effectively by earning their points which I need to use I am buying the food but using their own defined currency.
So nope not free. If but it were. If there was free food life would be so much easier for so many of us.
We all accept there are no free cars, free food, free holidays or infact usually free anything.
I am currently sat writing this in the picturesque Peak District village of Castleton. Its teeming with tourists and the weather is brilliant. I can look up on the weathered stone remains of Peveril Castle, once the main administration centre of the Peak District and I am yards from Winnats Pass. A historical piece of road once renowned for Highway men and thieves. Maybe even the true hunting ground of the ‘real’ Robin Hood if he did indeed exist beyond legend and fable.
As I sit here in this beautiful setting, a breeze almost disturbing the still of green leaved branches I consider are we free?
Even here however you cannot escape CCTV, both in the shops and likely upon the streets. Carefully hidden maybe so as not to interfere with the natural beauty that encourages the purse strings of the tourist class remain a regular feature and very loose.
Consider this. We live in the UK. We are brought up to believe we are ‘free’. We have no chains and are only imprisoned if we do wrong. To some degree that’s correct. However what is ‘wrong’ and who decides? We live under rule of law. Law is supposed to apply to all .with no exception. We are always told ‘no one is above the law’. Sadly it seems that is empty rhetoric and completely untrue.
Our country in fact has more legislation (laws) governing ‘our’ conduct than anywhere else in the world. We used to have legal aid to ensure we all have recourse to legal representation but now we rarely do. For the likes of me or you to get a case into court the cost would be beyond our means. Even to ensure access to our own children when the other parent stops it.
We have conviction without trial which is unheard of in almost every culture.this is achieved through fixed penalty notices, and cautions both of which are seen as admission of guilt and are recorded upon your criminal record. They are not a case of ‘getting off’ as people often see it. They can stop you getting work, having access to vulnerable people, holding public office and even travelling.
The level of surveillance is more per head than any other country. With face recognition tech you can be tracked from one end of the UK to the other by the ‘security’ services. Lets digress for one moment. Whose security do they ensure? Yours? Mine? No sadly they only endeavour to keep members of the ‘establishment’ safe. The Royals, the aristocracy, the gentry and now the ‘super rich’. You are not their priority. In fact you are seen as part of the problem. Possibly not as much as I at times but definitely in some way.
Free thought then? Nope. Well yes you can think what you like but cannot voice it without risk of consequence. The recent behaviour of officers and officials of the Labour Party have highlighted this all too well. Suspending members, removing their voice and vote and even throwing them out of the party. The reasons often given is that those said officials have not agreed with a view the person has shared with others on social media.
I also know people that have been sacked or even arrested for what they have posted.

I have now moved on to Tideswell, the village with ‘The Cathedral of the Peak. I still find myself contemplating free.
So what freedoms do we have? In truth very little. Our options and choices are governed by how much money we have. Money is not only a token for choice but an indicator of how free you truly are. The more money the less restriction upon your options, upon your freedoms.
Is that acceptable? Not to me. I want to live in that world I was told as a child I did. I want to know life is more important than money. That we all have rights and are all free. Dont you?
Jonesy.

Well today maybe the start of the bank holiday weekend for most of you. There are many working through it, possibly either grumbling or thankful, but for many of us there is no difference between S…

Source: Bank Holiday Blues

Well today maybe the start of the bank holiday weekend for most of you. There are many working through it, possibly either grumbling or thankful, but for many of us there is no difference between Saturday or Monday on any week. For some each day is just a scant variation on the day before or the one which comes next.
If your out of work whether due to retirement, illness, disability or whatever reason the public holidays mean little. Infact for me it breeds even more frustration as on Monday there will be extra carboot sales but I cannot even afford to look today.
This ‘extravagant’ life that we that are unable to work seem according to the media to lead truly evades me. My life is made up of robbing Peter to pay Paul.
Most of the things I accrued over a lifetime of work are now gone. For those that have been unable to experience even that I truly weep for.
Living upon our social security entitlement effects every aspect of our lives. It destroys our self worth, steals our options and in the process vilifies us within the way others generally see us.
Add to that long term chronic illness’ as in my case, terminal illness for many others and numerous more genuine reasons for peoples forced abstention from work and you have a pretty naff existence.
Yes people have it worse than me. I get that and would and do stand up wholeheartedly for them. But its perspective too. I only experience my own lot. I can only describe my feelings. They are no more but also no less real than those of others.
Basic choices like what we can afford to eat are daily. The feeling of loss when I see the wonderful posts from others enjoying sun filled holidays. The longing to walk into a shop and truly be able to choose what ever my whim decides. All that has gone.
I am not jealous of my friends that still are able to hold their heads high. I am saddened I am no longer with them.
I do not want charity or hand outs, but believe in a system that gives everyone a ‘reasonable’ standard of living and hope.
On my good days I could go back to work in a shot and be as effective as ever. However on my bad I cannot even dress.
No employer would accept my inability to work so frequently. If I do casual work on my good days I risk losing all my income in one fell swoop. There is no support to get me back into any positive role without sanction. I am made to lay in the mire by arbitrary bureaucracy with no hope of escape.
I believe I still have a lot to offer but cannot see a way forward. I want with my every fibre to return to my work but how?
I know there will be many suggestions but I truly have I believe likely at least considered them all. I never know when or for how long I will be in flare up. I have several illness’ to contend with, all of which are problematic. That I still have ‘good’ days is a wonder to me. But I do. Upon those days I do not feel ill. But on those days more and more I am thrown into a pit of lethargy, apathy and boredom. No money to do anything, the knowledge if I over exert I will be badly, no options, and more and more frequently a wall of grey stone built within my mind preventing me seeing any future. I cannot plan a day ahead never mind weeks.
I have no social life partly through illness, part finance, part self withdrawing due to my own loathing of this me and part due to constantly letting others down to the point they move on with their lives. My face to face friends pool is few now. When I do see people I am embarrassed and ashamed of my weight gain, my lack of confidence but mostly the ‘brain fog’ that makes conversation difficult and confusing at times, that makes me doubt my own memory.
I survive each day as I must, I am a parent (whether good or bad) so that limits even further my choices.
I do not feel depressed in the usual way, I know the reasons for my moods, its all this and the constant pain and exhaustion.
I am but one person in this situation. There are far too many others.
I don’t want you to copy, post or even share, I want you to understand. I don’t want any ‘Amen’ that’s a made up word to rejoice to some higher being, a term used to prey on the belief of people.
I want you to see me and all like me that live like this. I dont want pity, hugs or the like. I want to regain my self respect, to feel worthwhile, to live within a community that I feel I am a productive part of.
I want you to see the real me not this pathetic creature I feel I have become.
I want to hold my head up, to have some personal worth and my kids to have something to be proud of.
I want choice and options.
I want a fucking life not existence.
That’s what I want. Is it too much to ask? For me and everyone else living in perpetual limbo?
Thank you for reading this far and I apologise for letting go.
Jonesy

Well its 2:30 (ghosty dentist time) and I am wide awake again. Well brain is, body screaming at it ‘sleep you swine’.
I am somewhat perplexed as to how the Labour Party NEC believe they have any credibility left after their current behaviour. Preventing members from voting because they do not like who they may vote for is disgusting, undemocratic , vile and totally corrupt. There cannot be any excuse for their authoritarian and I believe illegal stunt. If not illegal it still displays them to be bereft of any morality and integrity.
I have voted but feel angry and betrayed by the fact so many now cannot. Through their attempts to censor us members and prevent us choosing and backing our already democratically elected leader they are blighting the very core values our party was founded upon.
For a socialist party to be afraid of socialism is unprecedented. It is a clear indication how in previous decades our party has been infiltrated by to be honest ‘Establishment Moles’. They have placed themselves and their would be saboteurs in key positions. During the Blair ‘New Labour’ Years socialist members either left or were romanced by the sheer guile and personality of what we now know was the most morally corrupt leader of any Labour Government. I am sure some honest socialists from those times still carry shame and guilt at being duped.
Now however the membership have seen through that. We and likely the majority of the general electorate want a new kind of politics. We want honesty, morality, integrity, fairness. We want our politicians to care about those the represent. To understand the needs of the people are more important than their own expenses and wealth. That realise we no longer will tolerate fraud, corruption, bribery, theft of our country’s assets. We want our nation to profit and benefit not a few major companies and those complicit in awarding them contracts because they have received back handers or holidays in the sun.
And yet our own part officials believe themselves to be above the membership, believe they have the right to tell us what we can say, write and do. To direct us away from the very principles we hold dear. How dare they?
They are using the ‘rule book’ yet in reality are in breach in the worst way of the ethos of our party. If people require purging it surely is them. Not honest, passionate, free thinkers. We need to rid the stagnation and those that perpetuate it not those seeking to bring about positive change.
If you don’t agree with Corbyn you cannot possibly agree with Smith. He is just spouting Corbyn’s policy but with no conviction nor commitment. All this leadership election is about is discrediting the values of socialism, not just Corbyn’s but ours too. Its a futile attempt to put the new understanding we are gaining back from our minds. It’s a forlorn hope by the ‘Establishment’ that they, the rich and powerful can once more subjugate us, oppress our freedom of thought and free will by putting the genie back in the bottle. They honestly do not yet realise that bottle was a molotov cocktail and when smashed ignited a fire of hope and realisation they will never extinguish.
In a way this is the ‘Establishments last chance of peace, for if they continue to oppress us with their dastardly methods what likely comes next even they cannot prepare for.
The British people can be placid but they also can be moral, stubborn and fight like the armies of hell if they believe themselves to be upon the side of the good.
That no longer is supporting the rich and powerful, it supporting freedom, justice and fairness.
This is my view and not a manifesto or statement of intention.
I do not write this to incite but to inform of how I see our futures. For right now there are a few paths.
The people now will choose.
Jonesy.