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With the increasing growth and exploitation of Artificial Intelligence, which is taking over from human labour in the workplace, the underlying assumption is that without work, humans are obsolete. The problem here is a ridiculous binary argument, that the only way humans can survive is through work in the modern post industrial world.

The question we need to ask is, are work and money a natural occurring marriage that is absolute and insoluble? The answer is, of course, no, it’s a purely ideological construct which is increasingly becoming meaningless, but what is entirely lacking is the will and the desire to share the wealth that industry creates amongst ordinary people.

The historically imposed and accepted bond between work and money is breaking, so the next question is, why are we so concerned to remain in that bondage when it is clearly no longer required?

It isn’t people who are becoming obsolete, it is work. The notion that people will become obsolete is a complete and utter absurdity, we have always been greater than being mere workers, but what should be self evident, is being wilfully ignored. Are we really willing to allow life to remain subservient to a work and money model that is becoming obsolete? How narrow is our vision and who is dominating this discourse (or lack of) over the value of our lives, because it certainly isn’t you and me. Speaking personally, it’s an insult to my intelligence, my creativity, my dreams, hopes and desires, and above all, to my life and being.

Is this really about thinking the unthinkable or are we just being prevented from seeing the huge elephant in the room that those who control the money and us don’t want us to talk about? There is no shortage of money, only our ‘traditional’ means of access to it, which has always been subject to the strictest controls.

It has recently been revealed that a private Facebook group of Conservatives called The Ultras are calling for the return of workhouses which Conservative Housing Minister Dominic Raab hastily left when it was revealed he was a member, yet he co-wrote a book, Britannia Unchained, calling Britons “the worst idlers in the world”.

Not only are Conservatives incapable of thinking outside the box, they earnestly desire to beat us ever further down into the suffocating box of their dystopian world view.

One has to wonder why they are so resistant to us rising into their privileged world where unearned income predominates, not least as a return for the labour which ordinary working people have obediently invested their lives in and yet have seen none of the profits?

Astonishingly, they are furiously angry with us, this again from Britannia Unchained, “Too many people in Britain prefer a lie-in to hard work.” Woo, damn right, I’ve pulled enough sickies in my life to know that, though not nearly as many as I would have liked to.

The awful fact is, they just do not like the idea that we might get above ourselves. Just look at the brutality of the DWP, incentivising people into work by depriving them of the means of survival. Jacob Rees-Mogg, current pretender to the Conservative throne, claimed food banks showed ‘a “rather uplifting” picture of a compassionate country’. Our compassion, but not his.

Meanwhile the wealth of the worlds richest 500 people saw their wealth increase by $1 trillion in 2017, a record high.

AI is taking over the world of work and one of two things will happen, either we will continue down the road of eugenics and the genocide of ordinary people who are no longer of any use or value to the global elites, or we accept that we have the fight of our lives, for our lives, on our hands for a fair and decent share of global wealth for all. It will be brutal and we are already seeing just how brutal and dirty the right wing imperialists fight, all media outlets are polarising with the main stream media broadly backing the rule of wealth, and independent media, which Theresa May wants to close down, fighting against the rise and rise of extreme right wing fascism and greed.

They don’t know how to share, they don’t want to share and they care nothing about our lives and our mounting dead in a world where there is more than enough for all. Well, they have nailed their colours to the mast and so must we, but bear this thought in mind, they don’t know how to fight without us, who, after all, fights all their wars and who laboured to make their fortunes? More than that, though, they are cowards who, just like Theresa May and Jeremy Hunt, do not even have the decency to be honest and who run and hide when the going gets tough. Right now they expect their privilege to protect them, in their cosseted lives, but that is breaking down daily as increasing numbers of ordinary people rise to challenge them.

Just for the record, this is not a new or unforeseen problem, the problem is how the vicious brutes in power are choosing to deal with it. I shall leave the last word to Buckminster Fuller who, in 1970 said the following: “We should do away with the absolutely specious notion that everybody has to earn a living. It is a fact today that one in ten thousand of us can make a technological breakthrough capable of supporting all the rest. The youth of today are absolutely right in recognizing this nonsense of earning a living. We keep inventing jobs because of this false idea that everybody has to be employed at some kind of drudgery because, according to Malthusian Darwinian theory he must justify his right to exist. So we have inspectors of inspectors and people making instruments for inspectors to inspect inspectors. The true business of people should be to go back to school and think about whatever it was they were thinking about before somebody came along and told them they had to earn a living.”

KOG. 17 February 2018



I protest! I want my pazazz back. It’s not something I have ever taken lightly or for granted, but somewhere inside me I’ve had this little box of it and it has been very nice thank you. I know it’s still there, but it’s little lid doesn’t lift as often as it used. It’s one of those things, like a bird giving a cheeky chirp in the dark. There is no rhyme or reason to it, it’s like magic dust and a little of it goes a long way. But it seems I have this weary blob (caused by age and illness) now, and one of it’s arse cheeks is sitting on the lid of my little box of pazazz.

I had a very odd dream last night, I was running around like a headless chicken looking for my stuff and everywhere I went people were burning it. I woke up and thought that was very appropriate in a world in which all that makes us rich and vibrant is being dumped on by the relentless dismalness of those in power. Life sucking vampires. “Thou shalt be subject to market forces.” “Thou art human resources.” “Thou art stock.” “Thou shalt do thy duty with serious mien and be not frivolous.” “Thou shalt pay.”

Everything is transduced into the economy, even life. Governments don’t manage the economy, quietly, to serve the best interests of all. They use it as a club to beat us with and nothing can be more dismal than to reduce the worth of everything to a monetary value.

Medical care is an essential in life. No human being exists without some need of medical care at some point, not as some privately owned bolt on if you can afford it, or a reward bestowed by our measure of worth and very pointedly and specifically denied to those most in need of it.

Child birth is now a political hot potato, focussed on the unworthiness of poor people to have children.

We are, by nature, kitted out with the abilities to look after ourselves in astonishing detail, opposable thumbs and toes to balance with, to name but two of an astonishing array of inbuilt attributes for survival. Even more wondrous, if that’s possible, is our division into two halves of a reproductive process that is the most primal definition of self, female or male. It’s pretty much the first thing that used to be said, before scanning arrived, at birth, ‘It’s a girl/boy’. Although gender is more complicated today, LGBT+++, in amongst all the confusion, it just tells me that gender is a hugely important, and wonderful, primary issue. As a tranny it is beyond me to fathom the mystery of that, but it’s a primary issue around my sexuality and sexuality is a wonder.

And, no, you Victorian dismal killjoy maniacs, wanking does not make you deaf and women have orgasms too, get over yourselves.

The least we could do, as a species, is to make support in childbirth a human right and not conditional on social status or an ability to pay, which is where the Tories are brutally driving us.

Modern life is a colossal mess in which life is cheapened by issues of worth to the lowest standard possible, money. The rich are exalted and the poor are denigrated, blamed and demonised for their poverty. The poor don’t measure up and are genetic failures, overlooking their historic role of makers and providers of global wealth.

Everything is bass ackwards, in the words of Howard Zinn: “I start from the supposition that the world is topsy-turvy, that things are all wrong, that the wrong people are in jail and the wrong people are out of jail, that the wrong people are in power and the wrong people are out of power, that the wealth is distributed in this country and the world in such a way as not simply to require small reform but to require a drastic reallocation of wealth.

“As soon as you say the topic is civil disobedience, you are saying our problem is civil disobedience. That is not our problem…

“Our problem is civil obedience. Our problem is the numbers of people all over the world who have obeyed the dictates of the leaders of their government and have gone to war, and millions have been killed because of this obedience…

“Our problem is that people are obedient all over the world, in the face of poverty and starvation and stupidity, and war and cruelty.

“Our problem is that people are obedient while the jails are full of petty thieves, and all the while the grand thieves are running the country. That’s our problem.”

So I am angry that my pazazz is being sat on by weariness, just when I want it most as the world is peaking out on bass ackwards stupidity, and it is stupid, way above anything else I can say about it, it’s just plain stupid. There is not a lick of sense in any of it.

Goddammit it all, we are so much better and so much more then this incredible top down imposition of punitive, grasping, dismal stupidity. The Tories are nothing if not a national and global embarrassment to life and living.

KOG. 14 February 2018.


We are not rational creatures, as a descriptor of humanity, we have the potential to be rational, but even attempting to be rational has subjective bias for all sorts of reasons including regional and cultural bias. We also use reason and logic selectively, prejudice is very real, but also irrational. We make no conscious choice to abandon reason, but we do abandon reason for particular beliefs, often defending them stridently and even violently. One of the critical factors of prejudice is that it is all too often impervious to reason.

We have laboured far too long under the Newtonian bias of living creatures as discrete biological machines, which is far too simplistic for the complexity and subtlety of being.

Just before the year 2000 I expressed a hope that the millennium would mark the end of the age of reason and the idea that life submits to reason. Reason, logic and rationality all exist in our life tool box, but whether we choose to use them, or how much, is another matter.

Life becomes less confusing and more explicable if we accept being irrational and unreasonable as essential parts of our self. We feel most alive when our thoughts and internal dialogue are overwhelmed and silenced, most naturally experienced when we are awed by something, like a glorious sunset or some incredible view. But we can also be overwhelmed by trauma, which can be so shockingly real it overwhelms our ability to reason and even function. In such moments or circumstances, life can become too immediately and brutally real for us to deal with and we ‘go into shock’.

If we think that there is a reason for everything and that life submits to reason, we reduce life to meet our expectations of it. It doesn’t work that way, or only in a fundamentally flawed way, and we succeed only in reducing ourselves and on that path lies much that we call mental illness, like depression, (conflicted self), dissociation, and schizophrenia which is known to frequently be triggered by trauma, although exact causes are unknown.

The idea of us as rational creatures is a fallacy and any therapy that embraces that fallacy is toxic to both the practitioner and the client. A therapist with a behavioural or psychological agenda is a danger to clients, not least because they are in a position of power and the presumption that they know best reduces the autonomy, and the ability to be self determining, of the client, which is precisely the problem we have today with a paternalistic government which presumes to know what is best for everyone else and are offended by, and contemptuous of, people, ‘not like them’. Cognitive bias is a real and present danger, it is an irrationality of judgement based on ones own perceptions and/or propaganda and the affirmation of those of the same mind.

Paternalism is the irrational belief in ones own superiority to others and, in asserting itself, it perpetuates itself by keeping others down. We need look no further than the Department for Work and Pensions (DWP) to see this in action and the DWP is a perfect reflection of the broader mindset of the entire Conservative government.

Many people are going into crisis under this Conservative government and mental ill health is on the rise. One of the problems, I suggest, is that people are cognitively biased (educated) to think that governments are, or ought to be, ‘good’ and have our best interests at heart. Firstly, there is little to suggest in history that this is the case, and secondly, changing government policy for the benefit of the people all too often comes from long, intense and determined struggle against governments which are determined to ignore or suppress protest and progress. Votes for women and universal suffrage being a, currently celebrated, prime example, another is the abolition of slavery, after protracted and brutal struggle, which saw slave owners rewarded and compensated for their loss and former slaves ‘liberated’ and abandoned with nothing and forced back into the harsh employment of their once ‘owners’ and the owners unreconstructed mind set.

The presumption of reason is that we should or ought to be reasonable at all times when demonstrably we are not. If I decide I want to buy a particular picture or even just a pair of shoes, my primal concern is about whether I like whatever I am buying. Rationalising comes after the fact. The ‘art’ of buying is getting ‘what I like’, my aesthetic taste comes before anything else and it is to aesthetic taste that advertisers appeal, despite all the baloney they throw our way. Even if the product is a pile of junk, it is the advertisers job to make it as appealing as possible and to extol its real or fictitious virtues to persuade us to buy it. It is very easy to confuse what we want with what we need and to bleat about needing what we want. I am not a fan of being needy, but a big fan of being wanty, If I am expressing what I want, I am being self asserting, if I am being needy, I am being beggarly, no matter how vital that need is, and if it is vital, then I very definitely want it and should, most likely, strenuously demand it.

The current benefits system routinely deprives people of the means of survival (money) through sanctions. Too many people are so traumatised, broken down, dehumanised and beaten by such inhuman cruelty and brutality, that they take their own lives in despair because they can see no way to assert themselves to obtain something so vital to all of us for our survival in the modern world. It can be intensely difficult to grasp the idea of demanding money, especially when we have not ‘earned ‘ it, because it is a manufactured commodity in which the majority are conditioned to its politically and ideologically imposed scarcity, whilst the super rich are conditioned to endlessly increasing their wealth and being politically and ideologically rewarded for their greed.

The world in which we live is becoming ever more irrational whilst claiming the moral high ground of bogus rationality. As the saying goes, ‘It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society’, and right now society is profoundly sick indeed. It is entirely reasonable to oppose and actively resist this appalling descent into ever increasing chaos, irrationality, unreason and despotic greed.

But that’s not good enough because reason has little to do with it, reason is not getting people galvanised and motivated to act. Reason falls on deaf ears. It requires something else, a different approach. Those who follow the herd and submit to, and even support, the tyranny of our times, will follow the tide wherever it goes, it’s not a particularly rational process and we are being irrational if we believe it should be.

We actually have gone past the age of reason, it’s no longer a functioning ideology. What is required, by the most creative means at our disposal, is to get real, visceral, vibrant and vital, our purpose needs to be more of a celebration than a dismal fight. Every day people engage in online debates, climbing into their bunkers, digging in, ever deeper, and looking for the next round of ammunition, hoping it’ll be more hard hitting and effective than the last lot, till someone finally mentions Hitler and everyone can buzz off and live to fight another day, persuading themselves that they are absolutely in the right and reason is on their side. And move not one inch further forward.

It is actually our minds fault that we repeat the same mistakes again and again hoping for a better outcome. Every serious thinker has to, of necessity, challenge their own mind and if we really do want to change society, then the first thing we need to change is right between our ears and that is more challenging than we might imagine, because we are all conditioned thinkers and thinking outside the, so called, box is actually very difficult.

What do we want? We want things to be better. Why? Because we’re better than this, no matter how much you or I might feel in despair, we are absolutely better than this. We are living, breathing, human beings, who made it here, into life for this all too brief journey in time and I’ll be buggered if I’ll accept a beggarly existence, eked out by, and on the sufferance of, some hideous despotic government which is robbing us blind.

This is our one shot at life, for fucks sake, and saying that is more accurate than it might at first seem. We are the biological progeny of life itself. Is that not amazing? Are we not wonderful, glorious even? For all of life’s many tribulations,I am gloriously alive and life is amazing. Who are these dismal dullards who are killing us off because it is economically expedient (for them) to do so? Akk, akk, akk, akk, stick in my craw, fur ball, moment. If only metaphorically, spit them out, who the hell are they to dictate how we live or whether we’re worthy to live? We are definitely better than that. You are wonderful and I am wonderful and if that is difficult to grasp, it is time to work on it and change our own minds, until we really and truly get it and realise we’re something extraordinary.

Last word from the indomitable Harry Leslie Smith to a critic, “That I am healthy, relevant and feel loved so late in the game is my life of Riley.”

KOG. 11 February 2018.

scottish unemployed workers' network

Atos dreaming

PIP award rates vary significantly between different areas, and Dundee again loses out in this postcode lottery (as shown in this Scottish Government report, see tables 6 and 7). This should be prompting further investigation and action by the UK Government, but we’re not holding our breaths. Meanwhile, reality can’t be allowed to get in the way of corporate image.

The basic reception space in Dundee’s tin shed Assessment Centre has acquired a sugar coating of signs that should make you feel nauseous even if you weren’t already. Ahead, as you enter, is a photograph of a beach with a big heart drawn in the sand. So far so kitsch, but your eyes are then drawn to the inspiring message painted on the wall to the left of the passage that leads to the assessment rooms. It reads ‘Hundreds of Languages around the world but a Smile speaks them…

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So the ‘Honourable’ disabilities minister Sarah Newton stated in a press release (no questions people) the DWP is to review 1.6 Million PIP application forms; so the 220,000 claimants with Mental Health problems (of which I am one) should receive the Mobility element previously disallowed.

This simply Terrifies me. On paper I ought to be able to look forward to a point some time in the (distant?) future, my PIP award resembles a similar amount to that of my prior DLA – about an extra £35 a week. However  I share the fears of  fellow blogger  Joe Halewood ‏who said on Twitter “What sort of idiot thinks reassessing 1.6 m PIP claimants – and it will be a FULL reassessment not just MH aspects – is good news? PIP will go down as well as up and some will have it taken away. 1.6 m more stressed out claimants too!”

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I am now officially retired and although I have been sickness retired for some years now, I am experiencing high levels of what is called cognitive dissonance – “the state of having inconsistent thoughts, beliefs, or attitudes, especially as relating to behavioural decisions and attitude change.”

Reflecting on my life, I feel my generation was arguably one of the most fortunate generations in history. Born in 1951, I emerged, all unsuspecting, into an emerging cultural revolution, one that, in my teens, I was to grab onto like a drowning lad needing air.

I was educated in a Secondary Modern school which was essentially a school that generated factory fodder and my personal experience was that I felt, as a 16 year old teenager, I was sucked into a yawning pit of alienation and despondency in which I saw, for the first time, my life spread before me with all the glamour and attraction of a tomb. I was, to say the least, not a happy bunny.

Documentarian Matt Wolf described teenagers as ‘a “wartime invention.” They chose to define themselves, rather than let adults do it for them.’

Nothing represented that more than the emergence (cultural explosion), in the 60s, of Hippies, a youth revolution, music revolution and drug revolution all rolled into one and encapsulated by Timothy Leary, talking to a ‘Human Be-In, a gathering of 30,000 hippies in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco’, as, ” “Turn on, tune in, drop out.”

Naturally, in the small, greater London, leafy suburb of Eastcote, it was a little more restrained, but, thank goodness, a revolution, none the less, and I was in it, and smoked my first joint at 14 (far out!). So far out, in fact, that I once had the inspired idea of hiding my meagre dope stash in our cutlery drawer at home, thus creating a situation in which ‘mother’ and ballistic’ neatly fitted in the same sentence. I don’t recall, but I really hope, I was stoned when I did that, it makes the ‘stupid’ easier to swallow.

Looking back it is clear, now, that what the cultural revolution created, ideologically and in reality, was choice. The post Victorian world my mother grew up in was dying, the duties she inherited and which dominated her life were being challenged by a generation growing up in a world for which her generation paid a horrific price to win for us, in which liberty and freedom and choice were real, tangible, life experiences, even whilst, inevitably, poorly understood, chaotically explored and hedonistically enjoyed. And how not, nothing like it had ever happened before?

My personal reality was that I was probably more than half insane. I didn’t get it at the time, my understanding of anything could have been comfortably written on the point of a pin in large handwriting, but I was in it, half swimming, half drowning, in an ocean of music, which dominated everything.

I was in a band for a time, and we were perhaps not as rubbish as I recall, because everyone was rocking, getting high, and even, on one occasion, destroying my cherished 30 watt Selmer Amp when someone literally dived head first into it, completely off his face.

I wandered for years and gravitated into community and youth work, driven by the desire for a meaningful existence. I had my first, personal, understood, thought at 33, in my first year as a mature student at Durham University when I realised that the Sun Newspaper had a political agenda. It was the first time the light of understanding had switched on in my life, and it took more than a year to have my next eureka moment, but they increased slowly until they became a veritable flood and nothing before or since has given me the same pleasure as the joy of understanding.

The years since, from Thatcher onwards, have seen us going backwards, slowly but steadily unravelling the gains of ordinary people, in work and leisure. Thatcher declared war on working class people, and in Britain, for me, two events stand out above all others, the destruction of the miners and the Unions and the Battle of the Beanfield, Thatcher, as Andy Worthington, writer, investigative journalist and commentator, put it, “metaphorically, razed the country to the ground like a medieval conqueror.”

New Labour and Tony Blair, Thatchers child, were not all bad and saw the greatest fall in death rates in UK history, now rising again under the Conservatives, but Iraq was ultimately his undoing when he climbed in bed with George Bush and launched the supreme crime of a war of aggression against Iraq that continues to this day.

However, no one, but no one, could ever have predicted the devastation that has been inflicted upon us since 2010 from Cameron’s coalition with the treacherous Liberal Democrats to the mayhem of Theresa May.

For me, reflecting on the 60’s and now, the Conservatives have ripped the soul out of Britain. What might have been my declining years of peaceful retirement, pursuing whatever interests might take my fancy, are dominated by a new war, without mercy, The War on the Poor. Relentless, inexcusable, brutally vicious, malicious and vindictively sadistic, the Britain I was born into, the first generation to enjoy universal healthcare under the towering post war achievement of the NHS, is being culturally and economically destroyed for ordinary people, as we face the biggest rise in death rates (a genocide) since WWII.

And that cognitive dissonance I mentioned. I do not resent the years I have spent opposing the Conservatives for a moment, but inside, internally, I struggle with gob smacked disbelief that this could ever have happened to the Britain I grew up in. I see it, I believe it, I have written extensively about it and continue to bitterly oppose it, but really, what kind of inhuman bastards could ever do such a thing to us or congratulate themselves and consider it right and their right to do so?

That’s where words fail but determination must never fail, until every last one of them is gone and we bury them in the memory book of history, never to darken our lives ever again. Maybe that is wishful thinking, we, humans, are very good at repeating our mistakes, but right now, the Conservatives must go for all our sakes, that is carved in stone in my heart and I hope I live to see the day, and even if I don’t, I will never give up the fight.

KOG. 05 February 2018.


Capitalism is an economic system based upon private ownership of the means of production and their operation for profit.

Privatising our NHS and all our other once public services is not capitalism, it’s colonialism in disguise, the theft of something we have already built, paid for and run for 70 years, and renting it back to us for profit. Vulture capitalism is a misnomer, but it gives the general idea of parasitical market forces on a feeding frenzy. We still pay for it all, but those services no longer exists to serve our interests. The first order of business is to serve the companies interests, which is profit.

It is much the same as if I sold the house you’d paid for over your lifetime, without your permission, and may even have built yourself, and then renting back to you what was once entirely yours, leaving you ever poorer with nothing but a living space that you have no control over any more, a tenancy I can end and rent to someone else at any time, leaving you homeless and destitute, for which I then lay the blame and the cost entirely on you.

Since 2010, the Conservatives have turned us from a nation of owners of our national services and assets, into a nation of the dispossessed.

We have gone from security to precarity and, naturally, those most affected are those who were already living the most precarious lives.

Where once I could access the NHS confident that it was there to serve my interests and help me at a time of need, that confidence has been ripped away from me and I am dependent on the whim of private companies whose first interests are not my interests and which have no mandate to serve my interests and for which I have no access to holding them to account.

Look at Britain today, we are a nation in which millions of people are being driven into beggary, the most visible sign of which is the ever increasing numbers of homeless people, but that is just the tip of an enormous iceberg which more and more people are colliding with and sinking every day.

Britain is being run for private profit and public risk. The fall of Carillion is a case in point: “Outsourcing and privatisation doesn’t transfer risk to a company. Instead, it transfers any profits or savings made (coming from general taxation) to shareholders and leaves taxpayers exposed and vulnerable towards all the risks and failures; because if they fail the government bails them out. Privatisation simply means no accountability for public money.” In short, it is daylight robbery.

And who is responsible for this daylight robbery? The government. A government which insists that we must work harder, in ever more precarious employment, with ever shrinking social safety nets, so that we can pay more to thieves.

Today there are demonstrations taking place across the country protesting against the privatisation of our NHS and demanding redress from those who are robbing us.

We’re being mugged and those mugging us not only have the audacity to blame us for their crimes, they heap shame and contempt upon us, laughing at our distress and the lives it costs every day.

This is not democracy, it is tyranny, but every day draws us closer to an accounting, the lies cannot last forever and, after 8 years, the government is in chaos, their protestations of innocence grow ever more facile, parroting dogma that has lost all meaning. Democracy and power do belong to the people, and although motivating tens of millions of people is slow work, the core message remains, which the poet Shelly wrote in ‘The Masque of Anarchy’, which was banned for 30 years:

“Rise like Lions after slumber, In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew, Which in sleep had fallen on you – Ye are many – they are few.”

In the face of government tyranny and disaster, never, ever, give up, because surrender is ruin. If we fear to die, then we should not fear to live and fight those who would so casually take our lives from us. It is not just about my life as an individual, it is about the lives of those who will follow after, those not even born yet and, like Shelly, what message and what world we leave them.

KOG. 03 February 2018

Carillion: Public Risk, Private Profit By Kelly Grehan

Abuse is Abuse

Have you heard of the ‘Same Roof Rule’? No?

Me neither.

That is until mid 2016 when my peadephile brother was jailed for abusing me and five other young girls.

I had carried the secret with me all my life for fear of upsetting the ‘harmonious’ apple cart.  The false image that my parents gave that we were a happy and ‘decent’ family.  I don’t blame my parents, not as such, they were decent people.  It was just in-between the 60s and 70s and nobody really knew whether we had flower power or just anything was ‘acceptable’.

Anyway, without going into too much detail, I was raped and abused almost on a daily basis from the age of about 5 to about 11 or 12.  My parents were on the scene but had their hands full with a family tragedy which almost pushed my mum over the edge.  Poor dad…

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Pride's Purge

Tory Britain:

The directors responsible for the Carillion bankruptcy should get MILLIONS in pay-offs:

Carillion fat cats still earning up to £55,000 a MONTH even after quitting

The workers made redundant by the Carillion bankruptcy should get VASECTOMIES:

Tory vice chair urged jobless to stop having kids or UK would ‘drown in wasters’

Yet more Tory eugenics …

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The poor side of life

Hello readers, and thank you for reading my blog. It always feels like Thursday comes round very quickly, and because Thursday mornings are usually very busy outside the Jobcentre thats entirely appropriate.

I’ll start with the weather, freezing cold, although not quite as cold as some other weeks and it wasn’t raining, brilliant that made a change both for us and the people having to use the Jobcentre. There’s nothing worse than being wet and cold and not having the ability to dry off.

I arrived at the Jobcentre and was almost immediately met by a lovely lady by the name of Vicky. She had travelled all the way from Salford, which is quite a distance away with some extra food parcels containing goodies such as fruit, UHT milk, margarine etc. Believe me when you have nothing these essentials become luxuries and you treasure them. Vicky was so lovely and…

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