Is It Just Me: Who Think’s May’s Vanity Has Fucked Us All?

Been a while hasn’t it since I’ve written a post tagged in the “Is It Just Me” series, but today’s latest fuckwittery in UK politics meant it’s come out of semi-retirement.

Fuck. Sake.

As if the situation after the Election could have gotten any worse, it has, thanks to Calamity May and her band of, oh yes, lets not pretty it here people, TERRORIST HOMOPHOBE AND SEXIST PIGS that she has signed up to prop up the government that we didn’t want but she now says we have to have so there *insert raspberry blowing here*

I shall now feel totally justified in:

  1. Calling her a Terrorist Sympathizer since she threw that at Jeremy often enough, and
  2. Asking her poxy “I’m OK so fuck you poor people underneath me” supporters whether they are now just as happy to shout that about May as they were on her say so about Jeremy and see if they can actually stand up and be counted for the shite they’ve mired us all in.

What was it? Was she really that pissed off about Jeremy’s amazingly well put together speech at Glastonbury?

May now acts like a petulant child. If we point out that we think she’s a useless PM who we don’t want and the polls show that she would not have a chance if they held the election now, she goes and stamps her feet and ramps the bad times up a notch to teach us a lesson.

And where, prey tell, has this Billion quid of practically a bribe come from?

In the course of the election campaign, she pretty much belittled everyone who voiced how much they struggle down to her unfair austerity measures by using the excuse there is no “Magic Money Tree”. Homeless soldiers, hungry nurses, kids in schools that are teaching them nothing of any worth, families in situations where they heat or eat and the country living in shit due to terrorism and a lack of fire services and police cuts were all excused via her suggesting we have no money in the country and hard choices must be made.

So where has this vanity bribe come from?

Maybe it’s because this year councils wont have to pay people under the table to turn a blind eye to the appalling lack of safety in buildings clad in death trap making plastic? Seen as Grenfell is now a visible monument to our government’s contemptible lack of care towards people who can’t afford their own homes. 100% of the buildings tested thus far have failed miserably, yet last year and in the years prior, they passed. How? How is that bloody possible?

Someone, somewhere, fucked up. And now it seems the Government is eager to lay the blame at the door of Hotpoint, the Tory supporting press after slagging off the poor guy who’s fridge is said to have started the blaze and getting a rollicking now quick to pass the buck onto them.

However, there is little chance of that being at solely at fault- survivors had long since complained of power surges in that block, and power surges and electrics don’t make good things happen.

Regardless of how the fire started, blocks of flats were built so as any fires in the individual homes would burn out within them but not effect anyone else. That didn’t happen with Grenfell. It burned, and despite being put out, the whole block went up. That was why at first tenants were told to stay put, it was on safety notices in the block too. That was what went wrong- the things that should have been checked and sorted clearly were not.

I live in an area that now has one of the highest number of homeless people in the country. The thing is, Berkshire isn’t a “poor” borough. May is the MP for one of the areas of the Borough. She lives ten minutes from my house.

Yet on Saturday, walking through the High Street, we saw tents pitched in shop doorways at what was a Shopping Mall, the only shelter found by homeless people. A homeless community in my town centre. There are several of these now, and plenty of homeless who don’t have the “luxury” of a tent too.

I feel guilty and ashamed that it has come to this.

May and her party took part in Armed Forces Day on Saturday, yet there are currently estimated to be 7,000 homeless ex-service personnel in the UK. How she dares show her face is beyond me.

We don’t live in the developing world. We do live though in a country where people feel no shame in ringing up a radio show to bitch and complain that Grenfell survivors are being given- or rented cos I doubt they’re given them for long- a new home in a luxury block. I’ve even seen tweets suggesting that the blocks will end up “covered in graffiti”.

Where has the care and compassion gone? And why has it gone?

My view is the blame comes from the propaganda used by the Tories to justify the cuts made to some of the most vulnerable. These divs who read Murdoch and papers like his are happy to be spoon fed the reassurance that those who have their money cut, or work for a pittance deserve it as they are scum and scroungers with twenty kids by 10 dads and have better mobiles and full Sky Tv.

I have to justify my belief that Corbyn isn’t some drippy hippie saying things could be more fairly attributed in the country to people who genuinely think that anyone poor fits the chav stereotype touted above.

It doesn’t make you a “hippie” or “daft” to give a shit that we live in a country where people have to live in a tent on the street. That people can’t access health care, or jobs, or homes. That kids are going hungry and have little chance to better themselves as they can’t afford Uni.

Please, please, lets not stop until she quits. We don’t have to live like this, we do have options. I pray the peace process doesn’t end in Northern Ireland for something as petty as May wanting her own way.

This PM feels vanity is far more important than the will of the many.

And that’s exactly what Corbyn wanted to prevent in the first place.

 

Is It Possible to Find the Right Words When They Seem so Useless?

I am writing this after I joined a comment thread on a local Gossip site.

Now, this group, until just prior to the election was announced, was very much a group like any other, where locals could ask for recommendations of plumbers, or nursery places. They could sell the odd item, or arrange meet ups for Mums. There was a running joke regards the large squirrel population in the area. It was mundane, to be specific, but not in a rude way.

Sadly, the minutiae of the local Duck pond being overgrown has given way to politics, to discussions on the current wave of terror attacks, and, frankly, it’s got really quite nasty.

This morning, I once again woke up to the news of a terror attack- because lets be honest, this wasn’t an accident and the div responsible, although clearly as mentally disturbed as the rest, knew what he was doing when he drove a van into people- and of course I am despondent that now it’s seems we have idiots who are going to fight attacks with attacks.

Which is not the way to deal with it, I condemn them for it whatever race they are. How we do tackle it, well, I’ve said previously I actually don’t know, but it’s not by seeking “revenge” on innocent people who probably were as angry as we all are that Manchester, Westminster and London Bridge have happened.

What has caused a massive discussion this morning on the residents group is that despite when there is a Terror Attack perpetrated by Islamic Extremists there will be a sympathetic post on the board swiftly. This time- none was forthcoming.

It has caused a massive debate actually that leaves a few of us shame faced that we could be called out on it. After all, as the original poster said, is it not so sad or deplorable if the people targeted are not white?

I have seen a few idiots post outrageous responses that actually made me respond with an apology and an assurance they aren’t speaking in my name.

But I also now wonder if we have reached a point where words seem useless? Where we don’t know what to say? Or, worse still, that we really have just become so immune to it as its so regular now, that we just carry on and breath a sigh of relief that we weren’t involved?

Is it down to the amount of recent tragedy- we are only a mere few days since the Grenfell Tower fire, which is set to have killed many, mostly poor, mostly immigrant or mostly poor immigrant residents.

We seem to be living in possibly the most uncertain of times this country has seen since the War.

There is political unrest in that we still don’t officially have a parliament, coalition or otherwise. The fact remains that even if we do end up with one it wont be what many of us want to see, and I count Conservative voters in that as I’m sure many wont be happy to join up with the DUP who want a hard Brexit and no rights for most at all.

People who aren’t the well to do few are disillusioned and waking up to the reality that their government really doesn’t care what happens to them, as long as they don’t have to view the poverty that is under their noses. The people are angry and are ready to march, or have marched. They may have always harbored a possibility that they were of little importance to the Government, but now the Tower stands as an eerie monument to that fact and its an uncomfortable thing to realise.

When I have found myself having to justify myself to the “angry white people” who blame Labour “hippies” and “bedwetters” (two of the politer things thrown at many of us) as well as the angry ethnic people too for saying I feel that the guy responsible for last night’s attack is clearly mentally unwell, and being told I am daft for saying that is the case for the Islamic Terrorists. But if these people- whatever side they are on- are carrying out these attacks whilst fully aware of the destruction and death they will cause without a care, then that truly is even more unpalatable.

I do not even know what to think anymore, and, as is constantly pointed out to me as a g Blogger- one who was previously seen as the mouthiest in fact- then we are screwed.

If we apologise, we seem to cause offense in that we are acknowledging the system is screwed against people.

If we acknowledge that the people we voted in- and thats Blair, May, Cameron, even further back- have caused this by interfering in things they did not understand, is that an acknowledgement that we are all partly responsible for not doing more, for being sheep who let out politicians guide us. Are we gullible? Are we too caught up in the media and what it tells us to believe and ignorant of what it doesn’t tell us? Is it blissful ignorance?

I truly wish someone could tell me.

I ache that this is such a constant thing now, that it’s unusual to wake up to a day not filled with horror of some sort of another.

But then again, horror is something that is a daily event in the countries that some of these terrorists feel they are sticking up for.

For all the songs, the candles, the posts on twitter. The condemnation. They are words, gestures.

They do not stop the flow of these attacks, and now the revenge attacks have claimed a life too.

I feel we should dwell on the simple truth that, either side of the cultures, we do condemn, we are horrified. The media may not report it but the Million Muslim March against terrorism happened and shows that the majority are united with us like we are with them in condemning this attack.

Do we ignore it and carry on, in the hope the lack of reporting and sorrow makes it pointless to carry out attacks if they don’t get a reaction? Who knows?

And there in lies the problem. We are not like these people. We do not behave as they do. For the most part, we go about our daily lives, we live in the same towns, and we may have differences in the way we dress, or worship. But we fundamentally agree that these attacks must stop.

Please feel free to comment, I am happy for debate but please be aware any racist comments will not be posted.

 

The Grenfell Tower Tragedy and Why Now is the Time for Action on Scum Lords

I want to start by saying how my heart goes out to each and everyone, either resident in the block, fire fighters who tried desperately to get people out, and the everyday people who stopped what they were doing to try and offer whatever help they could, who have been directly affected by the absolute horror of the Grenfell Tower fire.

I am utterly bereft that despite promises that “lessons were learned” after the Camberwell Lakanal House tragedy, we are here, yet again, with a fresh batch of politicians standing, with faces set to suitable look of sadness with their hands ringed, next to a smoldering building,  next to another appalling incident that could, with the easiest processes in order, have been prevented.

I also want to say how much I admire, yet again, just how us normal folk answer a tragedy, by pulling together and raising funds, and putting collections of clothes, bedding, toys and other essentials for the victims, how places of worship opened their doors to those who have lost all their possessions, and cafes and restaurants fed them in their hour of need and beyond. We are masters of taking control in a crisis, and no matter how bad the situation, someone, somewhere, will see you as right as they can, will give you their last ten pound note, and will try and make things a little more manageable.

Now, I am angry. I am disgusted that we live in, maybe not the richest country in the world, but we’re not so bad that 300K for a sprinkler system wasn’t obtainable. Especially when the same people who refused this most basic request was allowed to wrap 10 million pounds worth of toxic plastic that went up like tissue paper round the exact same block. To make it “look pretty” and appease the people in the more gentrified homes down the road who weren’t happy their view was obscured by sub standard poor houses. That poverty was on their doorstep in pleasantville so they had to put a metaphorical screen round it so they could feel better whilst sipping their lattes and eating their Waitrose dinners.

Don’t let the government tell you different.

The residents had been tirelessly warning that this could happen. That it would cause mass amounts of avoidable death. That they lived in piss poor conditions and you know what? They were ignored.

They wanted to bring a lawsuit against the people responsible for the block- both Kensington and Chelsea council (which until last week was a Tory stronghold) and the Kensington and Chelsea Tenant Management Organisation. They couldn’t. People in the block, despite living in what is a very well to do borough, were not in a position to pay for solicitors to bring their case. Nor could they- as people could previously- get Legal Aid to bring their case, because Legal Aid is now largely an outdated institution that was removed for “costing too much”.

I have long said, as a longterm renter since the age of 17, that there are simply no rights for tenants. If you can’t buy your own gaff, you are beholden to a person, or group, to take your rent and pay you the courtesy of keeping you safe, of doing repairs in a timely manner and with registered tradesman, of not cutting corners and of giving respect.

Whilst volunteering with the Salvation Army, I was shocked and appalled at some of the stories fed back by service users.

Of Landlords who refused to give the standard 24 hours notice before entering a property. Who let themselves in when they saw fit. Riffled through cupboards. All sorts for no reason.

The intimidation I have heard about- and sadly experienced myself- is unreal.

The power balance for tenants is unfairly pitched towards the Landlord.

Yes, you will hear politicians and Councillors say that Tenants can complain. There is the Environmental Health. They can give notice and move somewhere else. They can go on the council list and get a new home that way.

All utterly wonderful if not totally inaccurate.

Twice we have had cause to complain about substandard, unsafe property. Twice, as a result, we were threatened, abused, and then given notice to quit. One Landlord refused to allow us to put a handrail up the staircase, and, as a result, one evening- thankfully and mercifully after I put Mini to bed and before I was pregnant with Littlest- I fell down and over the side of the staircase and am still suffering pain in my back and neck ten years later. We complained and on that occasion the Environmental Health team came out. They found several high level faults with house, and placed an order on the owner to fix things- things we hadn’t even been aware of. That cost her a lot more than the £50 that we wanted to pay ourselves to fit a handrail.

And I’m sure those of you who have read this blog for years will remember the Landlord who left us, for five years, living in a frankly inhumane dump after promising verbally to fix the home swiftly after we moved in.

The water feature indoors, the black and white thick mold that made us all ill, the staircase that collapsed under Littlest (and which he left with no banister on the landing for months before we paid for it ourselves despite him telling us we weren’t allowed to without his permission). The windows we couldn’t open as they were literally falling out the wall. The electrics that were unsafe and had no trip switches, and the boiler that was twice condemned and leaked gas and continuously had to be made safe by British Gas.

We went to the council then. We went to the Housing department, who refused us help as we were “adequately housed”. Their budgets are such that no new homes are being built, so those in houses- even shit shows like that one- are housed and not in need.

Refuse to pay rent as some charities tell you to and that leads to a notice to quit. We tried that with the Handrail Landlady and all that happened was a Magistrate told us we were out of order and to leave- siding with her and her unsafe home. The councils will then say they find you “intentionally homeless”- meaning you have done something which has made someone kick you out and thus they wont even offer temporary accommodation.

The lines on “Intentional homeless” are blurred by borough too.

In Maidenhead (Theresa May’s Constituency), if you leave before you receive a Bailiff Order, they will not help. You have moved out in their eyes before you should. What they don’t mention is that this leaves you open to court costs into the hundreds of pounds levied by the Court. And more costs associated with the owner going to Bailiffs to get you out. You wont know exactly when these Bailiffs will come either- leaving you in danger of losing your worldly goods.

In Reading, when our last Landlord out the blue decided- despite signing new contracts months before- to kick all seven families including ours from his properties to place them for sale, we asked where we stood should we not be able to find new Private housing, expecting to be told to not move until the Bailiff order.

In this borough, you are expected to go no later than the last day on the notice to quit or guess what? No help for you!

And what if the Landlord wants you gone because they’ve screwed up financially and the Notice you have is no fault of your own? Tough. Deal with it and move.

What if they put the rent up by a ridiculous amount you can’t afford? Tough. Deal with it and move.

The only safety net now is the much lauded “DPS” or Deposit Protection Service.

This is seen as fairer to Tenants and Landlords, but when you leave a property, you need your deposit to secure the next one. All fine if you are lucky and have a good Landlord or Agent who knows fair wear and tear and who doesn’t argue the toss unless you’ve wrecked the place. Then you should receive it within days of moving on if not on the day.

Enter into a disagreement though, and it’s 30 working days of to and fro until the DPS makes a decision. How many people have time to take photos in case of when they move in and move out? Not very many. And once you’ve left the building you can’t then gain evidence that the owner or Agent is lying through their teeth.

It is a warped system.

For years, action groups, charities and, dare I say it, Jeremy Corbyn himself have campaigned for improvements and legislation to protect the rights of Tenants. But very few have made it through parliament.

In fact, the last bill that went up for consideration was outvoted by 312 Tory ministers (and none from other parties).

It is this self serving attitude that is yet another reason why this out of touch party should not be allowed to be the decision makers.

The very fact that May couldn’t give a few scant minutes to speak to the victims says it all. Yes, they would have shouted at her, they would have been angry. Quite right too- they’ve just lost their homes and everything they owned down to negligence and poor planning. Did they not deserve that outlet? This is the Political figurehead of our country, and she hid. She took the cowards route.

That suddenly there are unsubstantiated stories relating to the owner of the fridge said to have started the blaze tells you that clearly the party machine is in full whirl to stop blame going where it should and corporate Manslaughter charges being brought against those who damn well deserve them.

This latest showing of May’s ineptitude, her lack of care for the many again, now with the people living in these substandard hell holes due to a lack of money, and previously with the electorate giving her a strong message that we don’t want her mandate, not to mention the people of Northern Ireland and their now shaky peace treaty, its time for her to resign. In fact, the time for her to bow out was last Friday.

May those affected in the blaze find peace and strength, and my prayers go out to those who lost their lives.

And this time, please, will lessons really be learned.

WTF May? WTAF?

For fuck sake.

The country has gone bloody mad in the last few days.

Usually, after an election, you get the calm after the storm of electioneering. You either feel hopeful as your chosen party got in, or a bit miffed they didn’t.

Now after Thursday, I’m even more angry than I was before it, before Cameron resigned, before all of it.

I know the Conservatives are a bunch of morally bankrupt, self serving arseholes, but never have I ever encountered a leader who would go so far to fuck us all in more ways than we ever felt possible than Theresa, Fucking Idiot, May.

Yes, I am aware that I am waving a metaphorical pitch fork here, call me anti feminist to slag off my fellow female if you please.

But I can’t be the only one to suggest that at this point, the only thing us females have in common with her is a vagina?

Yes, she did “win” the election, but not in the way she set out to- she herself said that if she missed a majority by 6 seats, she would immediately resign. She missed that majority by more than that and she’s still littering up the place with her dodgy helmet hair and her questionable taste in clothing.

But now, to ramp up the fun times that she seems to think we all need so desperately, she’s decided to completely screw up Northern Ireland into the bargain, for shits and giggles.

Now, I don’t doubt that the same bunch of you who had no clue about the finer points of the batshit craziness that is Northern Irish politics and the history of the aptly named “troubles” and thus felt it fine to call Corbyn a “Terrorist Sympathiser” (you know, I can’t quite think who spent two years calling him that, can’t think at all… cough Theresa May cough) before the election may not quite understand the horror that her signing up with the DUP brings.

I also don’t doubt that, if Jeremy had of linked up with the DUP, the shit he would have quite rightly received would have been unreal.

These are not nice people.

We may have been 20 years into the Good Friday Peace Agreement. But after at least a hundred years of very violent unrest and atrocities on both sides, 20 years is simply not long enough. We’re talking the foundations have been made but they’re still laid on sand and liable to collapse.

When Kensington and Chelsea, and other constituencies votes (cough, Amber Rudd and the questionable 300) had to be recounted several times last week, we were all raising our eyes and asking how hard can it be to count some crosses. In Northern Ireland, it’s the norm to stop people going and showing their displeasure by shooting someone.

The DUP was started by Ian Paisley Snr, and it wasn’t started with the same scruples and good faith as the SNP in Scotland. Paisley was more than aware that the Ulster paramilitaries (erm, can I be the first to say I hate that term, we don’t call ISIS “paramilitaries” they are fucking terrorists pure and simple) were going around and killing innocent people, he was a disgusting human being who turned a blind eye to the shit that was going down in his parties name.

And yes, so were Sinn Fien. They were all reprehensible. I don’t doubt those who are still alive amongst them or who have been raised to believe the troubles were a legitimate political statement and fight, don’t still harbor the same dangerous views.

Which is why despite Northern Ireland still being very much part of the Great British political map, they are several decades behind us in terms of how we live, what our politicians do and so forth.

And yes, it is hard to imagine politicians worse than those in Central Government, but how about, oh, I dunno, one’s who are vocally opposed to Homosexuality?

Vocally opposed to the point it is normal for these politicians to voice it in the press and live on TV that homosexuality is a “disease” and means those who practice it are “perverts”.

Via @LGBTLabour on Twitter

Are we keeping score here- shooting people for disagreeing on political points based on religion and a border- good!

Loving someone who just so happens to be the same sex as you- disgusting and bad!

As for women’s rights- what rights? Women still, still in 2017, have to travel over to the UK if they wish to exercise their right to choose not to be a parent. Now, I don’t like the idea of abortion, we do have contraceptives over here which are easy to pick up along with your salad and ice cream in the supermarket. BUT I am not so off as to suggest it’s anyone’s right to have one other than the woman having it, and doubt it’s ever an easy decision.

In the whole women’s rights and anti LGBT thing they may as well be Islamic Extremists frankly as they seem to have so much in common with them.

What is their view of what we should on LGBT? Throw them off a building? How very progressive of them.

It would be funny if it wasn’t so immediately true and about to be in our own bloody political chambers.

And what of the aforementioned Sinn Fein?

Part of the Good Friday agreement was that no party from either side would have more sway in Westminster than the other. In fact, Westminster was to stay neutral between the two sides at all times. This was a fundamental keystone of the signing of the agreement (that Corbyn helped forge- just thought I’d remind you of that one again).

So what will happen if the DUP do shore up May’s woeful minority government?

Sinn Fein are, quite rightly, going to wave that agreement aloft and ask what the bloody fuck May and the Conservatives think they’re bloody up to.

Already, the DUP are suggesting that a key change they wish to chuck through is a resurgence in the Orange Parade marches, especially through Drum Crae.

Again, most of you probably wont know why this is such a contentious issue. You wont remember the violence that followed, the days of unrest, the Police wagons on fire and the kids who had to be kept home from their school for fear of being caught in crossfire or because a bomb had been found in a bush next to their school.

What a lovely vision of Britain in 2017.

This is all stuff that has bubbled under, waiting to explode. We all thought the country had gone mad during the London riots a couple of summers ago. That was a few days of divs with heatstroke looking for an excuse to rob some Huaraches in the name of Political freedom, or some shit, innit.

Imagine that all the freaking time, throughout your childhood, into your teens, following you to the pubs (that you can’t go in certain ones or you’ll be beaten (at best) or killed (at worst), into who you choose to fall in love with (can’t be a proddie if you’re Catholic and vice versa) and right up until death. Walls everywhere, Police and Troops with guns, check points, houses burned down, you name it, this wasn’t a vision of Kabul, or Syria or Iraq. It was and could well be again down to May Northern Ireland.

The big concrete barriers that have returned to our streets recently due to a wave of Islamic Terrorism. Ever wondered why its said they have returned? It’s because at the height of the Troubles, we too used to have bombings and shootings. Coded warnings which either turned out to be nothing, or worse, something appalling. We had them then too.

I see a Northern Ireland until last week that was growing, that was getting better. Tourism was beginning to pick up- I don’t recall adverts for Northern Irish stays as a kid but they were growing in number. And so they should- it’s a beautiful part of the world.

Sinn Fein are already saying that they are sending representatives to Westminster as early as today to voice their strong opposition to this link up.

At a time when we all know how many of May’s party- herself included- voted to oppose rights for the LGBT community- it is vital that May does the right thing for once and resigns.

The very fact she went to ask the Queen’s permission to form a Government with the DUP before actually finalizing any such talks or agreement alone means she should be forced to go. I mean, she already shows no respect to the electorate, her party or Corbyn, but to dark off Liz? Off with her head I say.

Whether that means another bloody election or Corbyn taking his rightful place at the Westminster table, I’m down with either right now.

Anything that doesn’t mean a bunch of backward, outdated, actual Terrorist Sympathisers getting any form of political platform has to be better for Northern Ireland, for Westminster and for us all.

Anonymous Post: Why I am Voting Today

I haven’t had an anonymous post on here for a while, but today I am handing over the blog for a post which is heartfelt and emotional. Please be respectful of the content in comments guys, and remember, go vote today!

As I write this, it’s election day and it’s an emotional one for me, because when I cast my vote, I will be thinking of a special friend, who cared passionately about her vote too. Not just for her own sake, but for other’s. She would have voted today and she would have put the needs of the people she saw suffering at the forefront of her mind as she cast her vote.

My best friend didn’t have an easy life. A single mum to a teenage boy, she was also a carer to her mum for many years, until she died in 2013. As soon as she died, my best friend was expected to get a job and she wanted to get a job. After spending many years dedicating her life to her mother, she was looking forward to making a life for herself and making her son proud. But it was hard, because she had been out of work for so long, that her experience and qualifications were out of date. So, the government gave her barely enough to live on to ‘encourage’ her to try harder. She kept on trying, visiting the Job Centre every two weeks, where she received very little help with her job search. She even tried setting up her own business, but it was too hard to go from benefits to self-employment with no support, so that failed. Eventually she found a job in a local retail establishment, and a second one cleaning, because the first one didn’t pay enough to live on.

Shortly after, she slipped on the dangerous steps at her workplace on an icy day and broke her leg. She ended up back on benefits. Then Concentrix arrived and stopped her benefits for 7 weeks for ‘random checks’. Nothing was found, but in the meantime, she was relying on food banks and hand-outs from friends, sending her spiralling into depression. She ended up struggling with stress-induced asthma, which made her so sick, that she was taken into intensive care.

When she was released from hospital, she received woefully lacking follow-up care from the NHS. She lived in constant fear of further attacks, which became a regular thing, but when she rang her doctor, they couldn’t give her an appointment or made her wait for hours and feel like a nuisance. She was too sick to work and should have been able to claim a sickness benefit, but the system is complicated and demanding, not easy to navigate when you are trying to raise a son and survive day to day, because that’s all it was; surviving. By now her benefits had been reinstated, but the weeks of having nothing to live on had left her with crippling debt.

Her benefits were still barely enough to live on, though, as the government’s ‘encouragement’ strategy continued so, despite still having frequent asthma attacks and living in constant fear that each one would be her last, she found herself another job. Some days she had to take her nebuliser to work with her, but she kept going.

Then, on Sunday, she had a final asthma attack, which put too much strain on her heart and she died.

If the NHS wasn’t crippled under so much pressure, if the Government provided better support for the sick, if the unemployed were helped into work, instead of just being signed off each fortnight, if any agency had been able to support her, I firmly believe she could be alive today.

The above definitely gives something to think about as we go and cast our vote today. Thanks to our anonymous post author. And I send my fullest sympathies on the loss of your friend.
If you want a safe place to write, whatever you have to say, the feel free to send me an email on familypanel@yahoo.co.uk- mark your email “anon post” and I’ll post them here. No names needed.

I’m Voting Labour- And Here’s Why You Should Too

I’m hoping this post is more successful than my previous Labour V Conservatives post of the last general Election, and more like my Brexit Vote one 🙂

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you can’t help but notice that there is an election going on tomorrow.

I always think elections are mental, but this one has really been very much an “I’m voting Labour because I agree with their manifesto and quite like Corbyn”, an “I’m voting Theresa as she’s already delivered on the task of triggering Article 50” or an “I’m voting anyone tactically whether or not I agree with them or have ever considered voting for them before, purely because I would rather see anyone other than Theresa get back in again”.

Which are all things I’ve not seen before.

No disrespect to the Lib Dems, Greens, SNP and UKIP, but this is very much it would seem a two horse race.

I don’t know about your local gossip groups on Facebook, but my local one has seen people have massive, almost daily, rows with one another, which have gotten worse with every terrorist attack and speech by either candidate. And these are middle class people, not your local common and garden chavs who vote the way Murdoch tells them to and then wonder why they have their housing, benefits and hospital appointments cut as a result.

So,  I’m voting Labour but for the reason that I actually have a lot of faith in Jeremy.

I was lucky enough to go to one of his rallies in Reading last week.

I’ve never even considered going to anything like it before, but to be fair I felt I should go to make up my mind once and for all on whether in my heart I was putting the right X in the right box come polling day.

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I’ve seen him be called a ditherer, and not great at public speaking, but clearly someone’s been giving him lessons. This to me wasn’t an exercise in the usual kissing babies and hugging grannies. He was personable, he set out what he plans to do and why and, all in all, I can happily vote for someone with that much passion and conviction in his beliefs.

I’ve seen a lot of misinformation doing the rounds on Jeremy. He’s a terrorist sympathizer, apparently, as he had the audacity to sit and have a conversation with the IRA at a time when, although not on a par with ISIS, they were the terrorist du jour and, love the Irish and have an understanding as I do of the Troubles through educating myself in the finer points as part of my GCSE History coursework, it was bloody appalling.

Being that I lived in Kent, where there were still many Barracks around at that time (they’ve all but gone now), it wasn’t unusual to go into Maidstone or Chatham for a weekend mooch, only to be evacuated down to a bomb threat. Such was the threat back then- and I think this is forgotten now as they’ve been replaced by utter nutjobs in ISIS and Al Qaeda- that none of our local shopping precincts had litter bins in the streets.

Yes, Jeremy sat down with them. Yes, with the wrong dialogue this could look like he was bestie mates with Gerry Adams and Martin McGuiness and their bomb happy mates.

But, question yourself if you will;

Who recalls Mo Mowlam? Remember her? The wonderful, almost saint like woman who, despite battling aggressive cancer, also sat down with the IRA, and tried to broker talks that someone had already started in the nineties.

That someone?

Corbyn.

She may have gained, quite rightly so, as a kick ass woman back then who is much missed after her death, the credit for the fact that for the most part the IRA have disarmed and now are more likely to argue in Stormont than via blowing up a precinct to get their message across.

We don’t call her a terrorist sympathiser, or question her motives and lets hope no one ever does.

Likewise, Jo Cox went out into her, mainly Muslim, community and tried to get to a stage where she was on side and was able to council over a community without divisions. We don’t slag her off for it.

Does the fact these two are women and no longer with us make the difference to Murdoch and his ilk or have we just yet to stoop that low?

I want to live in a country that is safe, and if that means the difficult choice of trying to engage those who seek to destroy us in talks, then despite it being difficult to breath the same air as these people it needs to be done. I don’t think we have this opportunity with ISIS, unfortunately, but I like the idea that instead of holding hands and blindly sending more troops who have not enough weaponry and equipment over to a foreign land with the USA, here is a guy who wants to do things another way that doesn’t end up with mass civilian casualties and more attacks on our streets.

I have two children. I would love them to be able to go to University. I don’t want them to not have a choice in the matter. If they go, then that’s cool, but if they choose something else that is cool too, but I never want them to let go of their dreams because the fees and costs run into the thousands per term.

My Niece, who I’ve mentioned before, is going to be one of the wonderful people in the world who care for others as a Doctor. She is currently at Bristol uni and she has and continues to work hard as fuck to train as a doctor. She amazes me with how smart she is too. However, every month, my sis and brother in law pay a thousand pounds for her tuition, her accommodation and everything else that it costs to train to be what makes this country great.

The NHS is on it’s bloody knees due to lack of staff and funds, crumbling buildings and computer systems that are wonky to say the least. Kids like my niece should be paid to train, not the other way round. In the long term, my niece and everyone on her course and others like it, will contribute so much to the country. They will buy homes and have to pay taxes on these, buy cars, and holidays and shopping and they will pay tax off their wages and, more importantly, they will be building a brighter future for our country full stop. Why discourage them from education and miss this?

I am sick frankly, if hearing from a Prime Minister who we didn’t elect, who called a snap election after promising she wouldn’t, and yet has the lack of respect for us all- whether you vote for her or not- of not taking part in debates. Of not giving clear ideas of what she plans on doing for the 5 years she would be in power other than she will legalise fox hunting again (yes, because that benefits so many of us). She hasn’t taken part in open rallies, more over she has only allowed a chosen few to hear her promise “strong and stable” leadership over and over like a parrot.

She had the audacity to suggest that the Police were “scaremongering” after the Manchester attack, that they make up how understaffed and funded they are and that the threat isn’t significant.

And then London happened.

But it’s OK for May, isn’t it- when the Westminster Bridge attack came a bit too close to her subsidized self, she was very quickly driven out the back way in an armoured car with bodyguards a plenty. Fuck all those who were hit on the bridge and lay dying and injured, or had to witness that (and I can’t even think how you begin to get over that), as long as Theresa was fine and dandy.

We do not live in a fair society under the Tories, they have no idea what it is like to just about manage, they ignore the fact that people in work now have to claim benefits just to pay their rent, and are still suggesting benefits are a luxury and should be cut and cut and cut, and how dare people be disabled, they are all shirking if you read between the lines of May’s Nasty Party.

They make it harder for people with long term illnesses to claim what pittance they dole out after having to practically jump through hoops. Yet the big businesses and bankers, who caused all the horrendous debt in the first place can happily get away with paying what they see fit, not paying a workable wage, keeping zero hours contracts and basically taking the piss.

We need housing, we need school places (she says, knowing my kids had to leave school and be upset because their Headteacher knew she could excuse her lack of action against the racist bullying within her school by saying she couldn’t expel them down to a lack of places), we need an NHS that works. We need to encourage kids to further themselves through education and we need a better standard of living through a workable wage.

These are things I firmly believe Corbyn will give us.

Please, a vote for May and her Tory chums is a vote for increased poverty, the likes of Branson getting richer by buying the NHS to do with what he likes, schools being unable to teach properly and more of what we’ve already seen from a weak and wobbly woman who despite suggesting she will win as she is so much better than Corbyn, would’t debate against him. Is this who we want to oversee we get the best deal there is for us on Brexit?

Lets hope we see an end to the Tories after tomorrow.

#ForTheManyNotTheFew

 

Fuck This, It Needs to Be Said.

There are lots of things that need to be said people.

Lots of shit that I don’t usually say for fear of the namby pamby snowflakes who believe the garbage churned out on behalf of Theresa and her useless lot by Murdoch moaning and pointing the finger and bitching at me for voicing what even they probably deep down know is spot on.

When did it become OK to bomb, stab, drive at and create fear in the entire country, if not Western Society? Because looking at my twitter feed last night, and the excuses made for the lacklustre, half arsed, soft approach, it’s deemed worse to speak out that something really does need to be done now of some actual merit.

How dare you say that, actually, I am sick to back fucking teeth of hearing yet again that people, going about their daily business, going out for a drink, with their mates, have been ruthlessly and sickeningly murdered. That its not even two weeks since the last atrocity, we’ve not even had the bloody benefit concert for it yet and they’ve struck again.

And by they, no, before you right on twats finger point and call me racist or liken me to an EDL member, or a skin head or any other such bullshit you want to throw (personal fave last night- I’m self important and a twat- for saying bloggers really should think before they tweet out fluffy shit before we’ve even heard the murdering scum have stopped). I am fully aware that this is not all Muslims, all immigrants, all male or female or old or young.

It is fucked up, crazed, mentally unbalanced fucking scum who does this.

What would you rather we call it? Misdirected?

Or would you rather- as again was chucked at me last night- shrug and say “life goes on” (until clearly it doesn’t and then watch when it hits one of their loved ones or an area they have mates or they actually grow a sense of reality and get their heads out their arses and realise this is not fucking on).

I am sick, of apologizing, for wanting to being able to take my kids to concerts, to days out, to anything, without feeling like it’s not a good idea. I want to be able to not have to dive across the living room before they turn the TV on and hear about atrocities happening an hour from our front door where their Dad grew up. I want Mini to have tuned into the Manchester Concert today without me fearing the worst after last night and bare faced lying to her that there has been a technical fault and it’s not showing live, so I can record it, just in case.

And frankly I am disgusted that in a country where we have battled in some of the worst World Wars there has been, that our Agents, our Police and our Government will no doubt say all three of these animals was “known” or one of the 25,000 (so you can almost certainly double that figure) on the Terror Threat list, that they watched and did nothing and have now killed 7 and injured many more.

They call this law the “Prevent” law. Pardon me, but doesn’t prevent mean we, Oh I don’t know, fucking stop shit like this from happening?

It should be at this rate be renamed “well, we sat with binoculars and watched them plot and fuck off back and forth to a known Terror training country, but hold on, now you’re burying innocents again, we’ll go and catch some others so we don’t look completely fucking redundant”.

At this rate, these little “oh you’re a racist” brigade would have balked at what people like my Grandfather did in World War Two- they’d have asked us to just sit tight and wait and see how many death camps Hitler had erected before asking them nicely and gently to stop.

Christ people.

None of you, none of you, like living like this, do you?

Yes, it’s an uncomfortable truth. But in previous times when there was a threat against our country, we interned people who could be a threat. The difference is these days we actually know who is a threat– there are fucking lists, actual lists, of these wankers. And those with dual nationality who hate us so much they plot against us, all whilst using our free NHS, our schools, our benefits and what have you- you know- the best of Britain- should be told times up and sent back.

You are either with us or against us. And when I see what boils down to white apologists bemoaning even other Muslims who say this is not in our name, this is not what we stand for, then the whole system really is cocked up.

Stop making it easy for the Government to pussy out.

I am British.

And I am ashamed to say I am afraid.

Enough is enough.

And to close- love and respect to London once again.

Stay strong.