Politics and Insights

Image result for skinner lab ratI’m currently writing an article about the intimacy between neoliberalism and behavioural economics, following Richard Thaler’s recent Nobel award. While I was researching, I came across an Institute for Fiscal Studies (IFS) document about Nudge from 2012Tax and benefit policy: insights from behavioural economics, which suggested the introduction of “ordeals” into the social security system. The authors claim it would “deter fraud”. Although the IFS didn’t quite commit to calling for the idea to be implemented formally via policy, they did present the idea as an incontrovertible fact. Yet it is a controversial opinion, which is not supported by empirical evidence.

Introducing ordeals to social security also deters our most vulnerable citizens from claiming the support they need in order to live. Because of this, it wouldn’t be possible to determine the number of people who were intending to make a fraudulent claim. Prior to the welfare “reforms”…

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Behind Theresa May on the stage in Manchester was a sign which read, ‘Building a country that works for everyone’. I am not sure where this mythical country might be, because we’ve already got one and once upon a time, before Thatcher, it did work better for everyone. Though poverty and hardship had not been defeated, even the most impoverished had access to health care, dentistry, a GP and a range of social support never before seen in our history.

I was part of the first generation in these lands to benefit from all that the war generation succeeded in building for us. The great enemy, fascism, had been defeated, but the domestic enemies of poverty, poor health and housing squalor, had not. The survivors of the war came home to a country in desperate straits. The government of Clement Attlee was voted in and began the process of building a country fit for everyone.

I was born in 1951 and from day one enjoyed all the benefits of universal health care and within a few years moved into a brand new home on an estate still in the making, a home fit for living.

Of course, I knew nothing of the struggles that had preceded me, of the Tories voting 21 times against the formation of the NHS and even doctors voting 10 to 1 against it. That was already history, as was Aneurin Bevan’s 1948 Manchester speech in which he said of the bitter battle he’d undergone, “That is why no amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party that inflicted those bitter experiences on me. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin. They condemned millions of first-class people to semi-starvation. Now the Tories are pouring out money in propaganda of all sorts and are hoping by this organised sustained mass suggestion to eradicate from our minds all memory of what we went through. But, I warn you young men and women, do not listen to what they are saying now. Do not listen to the seductions of Lord Woolton. He is a very good salesman. If you are selling shoddy stuff you have to be a good salesman. But I warn you they have not changed, or if they have they are slightly worse than they were.”

Then, as now, the only way the Tories can maintain the dystopia we are living in is by lying. Who knows how much of the nations wealth is wasted in the inhuman Tory propaganda machine? It was a curious twist of fate that the sign behind Theresa May began to disintegrate even whilst she was choking her way through the fabric of lies she was weaving, whilst Amber Rudd and Boris Johnson sat with faces suited to a funeral and an encounter with the grim reaper.

They do not change, these Tories, they were and are the party of the privileged few, the party of the grasping and the greedy, of division and hate for the likes of you and me, of ordinary people, who really do just want to get on, with enough to get by in life, with a little extra for the unexpected and perhaps a holiday. I remember the brief period in my life when I had enough and to spare, when want was absent. It lasted a few scant years and yet it is unforgettable and in stark contrast to the years or attrition which the Tories have imposed since 2010 when they decided that we, ordinary people, had to shoulder the bankers debts and pay for their gambling with the worlds economy and which, to this day, they still promote as the grand lie in calling it Labours debt.

I have found of late that I am falling into ever increasing depression and I’ve been learning something about what depression is for me. It’s about internal conflict for which no solution presents itself or is available, it’s about injustice, repression, lies and deception, and right now it’s about the Tories driving Britain into a dark age of oppression and it’s about minds twisted by hate as they peddle their propaganda and lies to further their vile regime. The dark side of social media is as a platform for hate which reveals just how effective government and media propaganda is. It is utterly depressing to hear and read people claiming to think for themselves whilst spouting exactly what the propaganda wants them to.

And have you noticed how the more desperate the Tories get the more outrageous the lies? Only last week, Jeremy Hunt, the weasel, claimed that it wasn’t labour who set up the NHS, but the Tories, when the reality is they fought it tooth and nail and are currently driving it into the ground. The Tories are the enemies of the people, the enemy within, and not even their tactics change, they lie, cheat, and steal from ordinary people to benefit the few at the expense of the many. They drive people into poverty and claim it is helping people into work, they claim a lack of housing and affordable rents promotes social mobility, they claim war is for peace and stability, they claim to be the party for working people whilst capping pay and giving tax breaks to the rich, they claim food banks are a social good whilst driving millions into desperate poverty. There is no give and take with the Tories, it is all take. And all this whilst they enrich their own worthless lives and revel in their own smug complacency.

So here’s the thing, where in all their half arsed world is there a glimmer of pleasure in life? Where is the art, the loafing with a good book, the mountain climbing, nature loving, wild water adrenaline loving, fully engaged being, for its own sake? Where is the sincerity, humility, honesty and trust of genuine connection and loving friendship? Where are the lovers, the romance and the joy of relationships? Where’s the primal joy of sex and sexuality? Where’s life?

They use us up like spent ink cartridges, replaceable, interchangeable, like drones or clones. The fools.

As far as I can see they have no idea about life or living. Everything in life is for life, life is natures gift. We are not here to serve the markets, corporate profits, as cannon fodder, service to the realm, Queen and country. That’s all bass ackwards. All of that only makes any sense when we look away from life, when we put on the blinkers they would have us wear.

Life is so much more than the narrow brow beaten world that they represent and would have us conform to. No one chooses poverty nor works harder than when captured in its vicious jaws. More than that, poverty serves those who pretend to be our masters. That’s why, far from doing nothing about poverty, the Tories are creating more poverty daily, it serves them and their hideous agenda of control and profit making.

Have we learnt nothing from the poverty that was so rife in the industrial revolution when Britain became the richest nation on the planet, but so many of the residents of Britain were anything but?

There is a perfectly good reason why mental ill health and depression are rising to catastrophic levels. It comes from living a lie. It comes when we are not true to ourselves, when we are betrayed. It comes when we are oppressed and subjugated. I comes from the will of the oppressors, oppressing, while they and others benefit.

I get sick because I am sick of them and their foul policies, of the dystopia, of the lies and deceit. Before 2010 I was never aware of people using the word evil on any regular basis, now it’s become a daily fact of life, because that’s what they are. Evil. And nothing will be right until they are gone and their failed neoliberal ideology joins the Dodo in extinction. They are falling apart because they are false and their end cannot come soon enough.

KOG. 10 October 2017





Theresa May recently said in a speech to mark 20 years of the Bank of England’s independence, “A free market economy, operating under the right rules and regulations, is the greatest agent of collective human progress ever created. It was the new combination which led societies out of darkness and stagnation and into the light of the modern age … That is unquestionably the best, and indeed the only sustainable, means of increasing the living standards of everyone in a country.”

Sixty years of the greatest health and social reform this country has ever known, saving and preserving countless millions of lives, and then the Tories came grasping to power to steal that sixty years of progress from us and now Theresa May comes out with this utter bollocks.

Here’s a brief passage from Harry Leslie Smith’s book, ‘Don’t let my past be your future. A call to arms’.

‘My life is at eventide, and the curtain of night is closing in upon my time on this earth. I am almost one hundred years old. I know death is waiting for me but there are still some things that I must do before my life’s journey is complete. I must set before my grandchildren and others the story of my early life. I must let them know about my struggles and that of my generation to build a more equal country for all and how that relates to today’s politics. I must remind them to be vigilant against demagogues because the ugly spectre of fascism has started to stir again across the globe. It was contained once behind the thick walls of a functioning welfare state but, as they have now begun to crumble, all past evils are running out like mice through rotting floorboards. There is so much I must say because I do not wish to suffer the torment my mother endured before she died. She had kept her tongue still about many regrets in her life.

Ah, poor Mum, her guilt was great – it was bigger than the cancerous tumour killing her – for sins she thought she’d done to my dad, me and her other children during the great depression era. She begged for my forgiveness, for the harm she may have caused me during the 1930’s. ‘I was trying to keep thee alive and thy sister but it was so bloody hard.’

The pages of my own life are turning towards its close and cancer too feeds on my body. I have no fear of that, but I do fear the great evil that is being done to all of us and neither will I be silent.

My mother also was racked by guilt and fear, though she did her best to raise four kids in poverty yet, thanks to Harry’s generation, I was raised in a country with a National Health Service and a social safety net, it was a supreme achievement, it preserved me through illness then as it does to this day. But if May and her party have their way, it will not last for much longer. May’s progress is our regress to the dark days of Harry’s youth, it’s happening as I write and is clear to anyone with an eye to see and who cares to look.

The Tories have lied, cheated, deceived and plundered their way through seven years of government, robbing us blind to feed the naked greed of the ‘free market economy’, which is anything but free to those it feeds on.

They are reduced to trying to mimic the manifesto pledges of Labour under Jeremy Corbyn, and failing, as they must, because they are liars and thieves, nothing more. They are a spent force, grasping only for power, and failing.

Those who work for the benefit of all work for something that can never be extinguished, hope and a real future that benefits everyone, not just the grasping few and the rapacious greed of the financial markets.

Harry Leslie Smith is yet a living reminder of what we all stand to lose and what we must fight for and to do it for the love of life. Nature is the master of us all, never the greed of those who have no reverence for life or care for the living. We survive, not through competition, but through cooperative endeavour. That is what has got us this far is the only thing that can sustain any future that is worth living.

I stand with Harry and am proud to do so and I thank him for his words of encouragement and wisdom, for life.

KOG. 03 October 2017




Designers have a saying, ‘form follows function’, it means understanding what something is for, what its use is, before they start messing with it’s structural form. A chair has a very specific function, supporting someone who desires to sit. It can support other functions, as a platform to stand on, a low step ladder, and could be designed to facilitate both functions. The eventual form it takes will, hopefully, satisfy both functions well. Badly designed, it will not, or will not satisfy them with ease, practicality and comfort.

The Tories have turned this on its head. They are re-forming the psychology of being human to satisfy a function which they are attempting to dictate. As far as they are concerned, our function is to be working stock, with no other considerations. If we are not capable of work, in their shallow definition of work, employable, profit making, work, then we have no other purpose or use.

Via Unum and their bogus Biopsychosocial model, sickness has been redefined as malingering. Malingering from what? Work. It doesn’t matter how ill we are, what matters is what we can do, regardless of how limited that may be, we ‘must’ be able to do some form of work. So certain are the government, and determined, they spend millions fighting tribunals and they must contest tribunals if they are to succeed in their psychological reform of humanity and in their determination that they are right and everyone else has got it wrong, even the courts.

They profile sick and disabled people as scroungers and malingerers and the attacks on disabled people are entirely in the governments favour. Why should able working people give up space on buses for people who are nonproductive? Why waste, design, time, money and effort on people who are useless and unproductive? The resentment of the working stock makes them more obedient, more pliable to government dictat. Those they attack are non-people in their eyes, useless and pointless, and the government entirely promotes and supports such division.

In fact, I am entirely wrong to call the sick and disabled, ‘people’. They have no function therefore we must deny them form. They are bogus people, things which pretend to be people, but are not. They have chosen a form which is delinquent, bogus, because they do not display the function assigned to them by government. They are a zombie form of humanity because they lack the function assigned to humanity.

Hitler understood this very well. If you can dehumanise certain ‘elements’ of humanity, then you can get rid of them with impunity. All the Tories are attempting to do is refine the process. Instead of the rather laborious process of death camps, you merely deny them the means of survival. Isolate them in ever reducing circumstances and they die off or kill themselves, just another suicide. The government doesn’t care either way.

You can tell much from inaction. Despite our mounting dead, the government does nothing other than deny that it is even happening. Why would they? It’s working. In the governments eyes, they probably see it as natural wastage, were such people productive they wouldn’t be dead. It’s their own fault or failing and nothing for government to be concerned about.

All that is required is that they accept the governments re-form and function accordingly and they would not die, they would be productive.

It’s the new religion, righteousness through work, work makes you well, productiveness is personal salvation. The obedient and the good survive and the weak, aberrant, abhorrent and malfunctioning die. Those whose form cannot follow function cease to exist and all is well.

And the righteous vote Tory.

KOG. 27 September 2017



For time out of mind and in the words of the old song:

‘It’s the same the whole world over
It’s the poor wot gets the blame
It’s the rich wot gets the pleasure
Ain’t it all a bleedin’ shame.’

Were Robert Tressell, who wrote ‘The Ragged-Trousered Philanthropists’, alive today, despite all the technological advances over the century since his book was published, he would look at the world and realise, to his dismay, that the philanthropy of the common people, ordinary people, towards the corrupt ruling elites has not changed one bit and, if anything, it is now even worse.

Even the most cursory glance at history reveals a world dominated by ruling elites, if it wasn’t the church it was those hell bent on conquest, usually both, having their evil way with the lives of ordinary people.

You can trace the likes of Cameron, Trump, May and Hunt as far back in history as you care to roam. No matter where you look, at church or state, it’s the same old sordid story dictating the lives, and deaths, of peaceable folks who just want to get by without war, rape or pillage by people who think far too much of themselves and who regard us and treat us as ‘stock’.

And it comes down to this, they have harvested the world for themselves, stolen the shirts off our backs to fund their profligate life styles, even whilst exhorting us to work hard for a pittance as they steal the profits from our labour.

That mad bastard Trump is glibly talking about nuclear war, yet everything with which he will unleash Armageddon has been stolen from the people, the people even built that nuclear capability and put the power to use it in his hands. I don’t think Tressell would regard that as philanthropy any more, but madness.

Cameron, in his arrogance and sneering disdain for our lives, demanded our obedience and ‘good’ citizenship, by force, telling us, “For too long, we have been a passively tolerant society, saying to our citizens ‘as long as you obey the law, we will leave you alone.”

Forced labour and forced obedience under the curse of sanctions, depriving us of the means of even the most basic, abject, survival, is not only an everyday reality, it is now enshrined in law. Over 50,000 disabled people have had their motability stolen from them, more than 500 people a week, not because there is not enough money to go round, but because the greedy bastards at the top want even more.

They always want more and scream blue murder at the mere hint of increasing taxes on their worthless, gutless, lives and who block every attempt to shut down their filthy tax havens.

I am 66 and was raised to be a good, obedient boy. My poverty stricken mother was a royalist and deferential Tory voter to her bones, who never, as far as I know, questioned her daily struggles to put food on the table for us, and going without herself to do it, in any meaningful, contextual way, apart from blaming herself. If there is one thing I can point to in my memory of her which defined her existence, it is as a worrier. Fear and worry were her daily diet of life, even when my sister took over the house, bought it, and made her secure for the rest of her life, it was too late, she was a pathological worrier and latterly an alcoholic, all of which led to a heart attack and a, relatively, early grave.

She was shamed by my becoming a socialist and horrified that I voted Labour. She lived her life a slave to power, shamed by her own drinking, a secret, shamed, drinker who would call me in desperation to get her another bottle. Some part of her knew that somehow I’d got it, if only very partially, that it was ok to ask me, that I wouldn’t condemn her or lecture her. She would doubtless have blamed herself for my later becoming an alcoholic, just as abject as her, but for many different reasons as I struggled to understand the world and ran from it in equal measure.

As a community and youth worker I lived through Thatcher’s wanton destruction of youth and community services across Britain, she was so much more than a milk snatcher. The roots of Cameron’s and now May’s onslaught against or lives began with Thatcher, yet it’s roots lie far back in the history of the world. These grubbers and graspers after the wealth of nations are relentless, caring nothing for the lives they destroy in their millions. History is littered with the deaths of the victims of the greed of the mighty, who take the bread of Christ in their hypocrisy, and who are righteous and noble in their own eyes.

I am so glad that life kitted me out well enough to do a Letter a Day to Number 10, that I have learnt to question and grow in rebelliousness and indignation against those who wield power without responsibility, who are morally and ethically bankrupt human beings, dispensing death on a daily basis. These are dark, desperate times and the world is groaning under the weight of the crimes of power and too many remain in thrall to their lies and deceit.

We are coming to a climax in world history, the planet is crying out every day because it cannot sustain life under the weight of the greedy power mad bastards who run it and who can destroy life at the press of a button. They are a stain and a corruption on life, all life. The future lies with us, the oppressed, the down trodden, the weak and the weary, the disabled and the sick. It lies in our very ordinariness and our exclusion from the corrupt, hate filled, corridors and halls of power. We did not crash the global economy through reckless gambling and greed or destitute nations to pay off our debts. We did not prostitute our souls to corporate bungs to frack the land we live on. We did not lust after the nations taxes to pocket them as profits and bonuses and obscene pay packets. We are innocent of the crimes of power and greed.

We, my friends, are hope, in fact the only hope. And if, ultimately, we fail, bear this in mind, the failure was none of our doing, but of the state and corporate system of corruption itself, in which corporations can buy the law makers and the law and use all the forces of state against us, including the media. These are people who sacrifice life for greed and gloat as they do it. They are so captivated by greed and their own pig ignorance they piss on the greatest gift the universe has given all of us, life. You have to be a very special kind of stupid to do that.




I find myself in an extraordinary situation. The Personal Independence Payment (PIP) forms have arrived and my head is full of the silent sound of synaptic klaxon’s going off, screaming, ‘Danger, danger!’

To achieve this monumental task requires throwing any semblance of independence out of the window and to be compliant to a system that I know is entirely corrupt, brutal and, above all, is a source of the most absolute distress.

It is an existential crisis which involves walking into a vipers nest of skull fuckers and I know better than that. Except… in or out, I don’t know if I can survive this and it feels like a lose, lose situation in which my mental and physical health, which is what it is all about, are on the line and right now both are in really bad shape.

Internally it feels like a state of collapse in which I am hanging on by my finger tips, my guts hurt, my body is shaking, my eyes are burning and the pressure is beating down like a steam hammer.

It is a situation in which doing nothing is itself a choice which guarantees losing the support which they control. On that basis, I can end this just by writing to them and telling them to fuck off and accepting the consequences, which will mean accepting financial hardship which I do not know if I can manage or survive.

The other choice, which feels even worse, is to engage in a process in which I know my GP does not support me, getting reports from my therapist and the hospital who I know do, and filling in their filthy forms with forced attention to every minutia of detail in a system in which the stated purpose is, as the Independent reported (13 December 2012), ‘More than 300,000 disabled people will have their benefits cut when Disability Living Allowance is replaced by a new benefit, Esther McVey, the minister for disabled people, announced today’. Before a single assessment had been made McVey was telling parliament and us that the express purpose of PIP (the new benefit) was to cull the number of disabled people getting support and that was in just the initial stages of assessing 560,000 claimants, the reality of the roll out of PIP is even worse.

Worse still, this is all now being resided over by a prime minister with pitiless lizard eyes and a heart as black as the bottom most pits of hell, for whom lying is her native tongue and is corrupt to her bones.

And I am not even exaggerating.

PIP isn’t happening in a vacuum, its happening in the context of the worst government in UK history who laugh and jeer at the hardship they cause and give not one shit for the thousands of deaths they are already entirely responsible for causing.

I have to make a decision but am incapable of separating myself from the vileness of the current regime enough to do anything other than write this horrific shit out. I could cuss till my spleen turns blue and still not get the vileness out of my blood and bones.

My dearest friend Eileen has just sent me Harry Leslie Smith’s book, ‘Don’t Let My Past Be Your Future’, I haven’t read a word of it yet but I know it’s going to be soul food and that’s what I want to be in and doing with my time and energy, that’s where my heart is. That is what I WANT, not pulled between different degrees of badness where there is no balance and I’m just begging at the table of bastards who mean me (us) harm.

If this sounds remotely self pitying, I guess I am going to have to own that, it fills me with sorrow, this world that they have created which I oppose with every atom of my being.



I want to unravel the whole PIP thing a bit, along with some other stuff that I think needs saying and expressing.

Let me start with a question. Why is the whole PIP thing so fucking stressful?

The reason is that it falls to us to make it happen. Forget the ‘decision makers’ and the, so called, ‘health care professionals’. They don’t make anything happen, they are just bozo’s obeying the rules made by other bozo’s, ticking boxes drawn by bozo’s. Not thinking, not caring, not relating, not doing anything insightful or incisive or in any way talented or useful in any meaningful sense.

We make PIP happen in any and every meaningful way and it requires enormous amounts of our time and energy and skill to make it happen.

We are, and always have been, the doers, makers, producers, enablers, decision makers, the makers and takers of choices on which it all depends.

In every sense and sensible way we carry the buck and it stops right here, the buck is ours.

The real problem we face isn’t that we are dependent on these mindless drones to get anything done, we’re not, it’s down to us, but we do have to take them on. If we don’t do it and make it happen, all we get is meaningless drone decisions that don’t help us or anyone else.

What bears down on us, if we don’t see it for what it is, is the weight of the responsibility of getting anything done. The danger is of becoming penitents to drones, beggars to idiots. If we want anything done we have to do it ourselves or get some serious help from others to assist us through assessments, appeals, tribunals, gathering information, presenting that information and so on and on.

Think about ‘brown envelope’ syndrome. What it means is a call to action, and we have to find the energy, courage and fortitude to take it on. We know it’s loaded against us by drones, and there’s the problem, they aren’t doers in the way we are and have to be to get anything useful done. We know it is now like getting blood from a stone because they are instructed and forced to deny us what we need and require.

Think of it like this… Imagine the biggest dick head you’ve ever met, or jobsworth, or hidebound idiot, the task is to get that dick head to do something helpful and useful, and you know how hard that is.

In such circumstances it is perfectly natural to want to beat their heads against a brick wall. When has it ever been different when having to deal with idiots?

I’ve been disabled for a long time and I have known some wonderfully helpful people within the system, administering DLA, giving me advice and information and assistance and there are still people like that in the system, it’s just that the government doesn’t want them any more, the government just wants obedient drones who are as crap, senseless and stupid as they are.

When I was in the factory there was a practice with newbies called ‘sitting next to Nellie’. I was sat with an old hand at the job, not the foreman, the manager or the boss, but ‘Nellie’, someone who knew how to get the job done and could teach me the tricks, tips and skills of the job. In my case it was a fantastic woman, sharp as a razor with a wit that could take your skin off and as kind as a sunset, unless you were a cock sure smart arse, in which case you’d find yourself falling from a very great height. Any of you out there of a certain age will know exactly what I am talking about.

Times have changed, now the idiots have taken over. ‘Nellies’ are despised and it’s the managers, middle managers, paper pushers, jobsworths and entirely useless individuals who have taken over to our very great cost.

But some things haven’t changed, if we want anything done, we have to do it ourselves, it was ever thus. Jacob Rees-Mogg boasts that he’s never changed a nappy, well he wouldn’t would he? He epitomises everything that’s wrong. He’s not a doer, he’s a waste of space and heaven forfend that he might actually do something useful. He’s about as much good as a handbrake on a bowl of custard and that’s being kind. That said, it’s a sign of the times we’re living in that it is entirely possible that he might become the leader of the Conservative party, a party of pointless, useless relics led by the biggest relic of the lot.

It is likely that going through the PIP process will be a hard, gruelling, process, but it won’t be any fault of mine if it is because I’ll be giving it my best shot and if, ultimately, I don’t get the support I need, it won’t be for want of trying on my part. I don’t do anything with the intent to fail, I’m just not that stupid, but I do have to recognise that we’re living in the age of stupid and, as such, it’s bloody hard work to get anything useful done properly and well or in a timely fashion.

I was thinking only yesterday, remembering what it was like in Britain before Jeremy Corbyn became leader of the opposition, we were at a political dead end, there was no glimmer of light on the horizon, the Cameron’s, Osborne’s and Blairites were ruling the roost and what a hopeless lot they all were and are. Then, out of nowhere, taking everyone by surprise, we got Corbyn and everything changed. I’m not pretending that he’s any kind of saviour, but then he knows that and he knows that he can’t do it without us and that’s the point and that makes all the difference in the world and that’s why I back him, because he needs us to have his back if we’re going to recover from this mindless, senseless, age of ‘stupid’.

KOG. 13 September 2017


Within Britain’s historic class system the idea of an upper class person getting a job was unthinkable, that’s what common people did. Today, within the Rees-Mogg household, the idea of Sixtus Dominic Boniface Christopher Rees-Mogg growing up and wanting a job would be a cause for outrage. It’s not the done thing, and ‘the done thing’ is everything. It would quite possibly be a step lower even than Edward going orf with that dreadful American woman.

Being an oik I can’t do justice to any attempt to plumb the depths of arrogance, bigotry and hypocrisy of Britain’s class system, except to say that it is very much alive and well today.

If an upper class person fell on bad times, the last thing they would think of would be stooping so low as to be forced to get a job, ‘We’re not that poor!’ they might cry.

Who knows? And yet in the mind of Rees-Mogg senior, getting a job is what the poor must do and if they must be driven into work through privation and poverty, so much the better.

It is impossible for me to get inside the mind of someone like Jacob Rees-Mogg, we might just as well be from different planets. He might, in his patronising philanthropy, visit a McDonald’s and get in amongst the hoi polloi to show them what a thoroughly good egg he is to attract their simpering votes, but it would be vast mistake to think he in any way regards us as anything other than working stock.

On food banks he declares, “I think it’s a very suitable role for the churches to be playing, to help those who find themselves in very difficult circumstances, doing the role the Church can do.. a very Christian thing to do.” Quite. It is not the government’s job to encourage the idle poor by offering any assistance, as his voting record shows (second link below).

No matter how we might view Rees-Mogg, in his own eyes he is as righteous as God. his beliefs are unshakeable and certainly not up for debate with the likes of you or me.

Whether we might think of him as an eccentric, his views are hidden in every Tory heart whether they admit to them or not. In their more (unwittingly) honest and unguarded moments, they can be seen mocking, braying and laughing in parliament at the travails of the poor.

When Debbie Abrahams spoke at a Department of Work and Pensions (DWP) Select Committee of the hardship and suffering of people under the brutal sanctions regime and said that people are dying, Iain Duncan Smith responded with, “Well can I just say, I don’t agree with any of that.”

The countless thousands of people now dead across the country, many taking their own lives, are a matter of insignificance to the government, not relevant enough to suggest that they are even regrettable.

Nothing shakes the gloss coating of their towering arrogance and self belief. They are quite happy for the ‘managed’ catastrophe of Grenfell Tower to disappear in the blanket haze of their complete indifference to our lives.

The Tory plan to ‘warehouse’ disabled people by forcing us into institutions is just the re-emergence of Victorian work houses by any other name.

Rees-Mogg, in his campaign for the Tory leadership, is not just looking credible but extremely likely to succeed as we descend ever further into the dictatorship of power of the Tories who are doing everything in their power to rid themselves of the irksomeness of democracy which they so utterly despise.

Andrea Leadsom is leading the way towards rigging parliamentary committees to rid themselves of the inconvenience of opposition to their appalling policies.

They have no interest in public opinion, so low in their considerations are we. Opinions? Who do we think we are?

It’s about as mad as asking a cow for its opinion of its treatment by the farmer. You don’t consult the stock, you merely farm them, and get rid if those for whom you have no further use.

Of course, it’s slightly tricky that we happen to be human stock, which is why they have gone to such lengths to strip us of the many protections we have fought so long and hard for in the past, but none of this is insurmountable as we witness on a daily basis.

Whilst they are perfectly happy to spend billions to refurbish the crumbling halls of Westminster and protect their hideous grasp on power, frankly we would do better to bulldoze the entire damned edifice into the ground.

Nothing will be right until we are rid of the Tories, hopefully once and for all. They are a stain on humanity and a blight on the lives of ordinary people. Their one avowed intent is to leech the life of the nation for profit. Our job, as difficult as it seems right now, is to stop them.

Jacob Rees-Mogg is an emblem of a past we cannot afford, which has cost millions of lives through cruelty, brutality, exploitation and war. They are dinosaurs long past their extinction date.

KOG. 10 September 2017







Regular readers will know I lose the plot from time to time, but I have to say the last month has definitely been one of my more spectacular ones to live through. As a writer, finding I have nothing to say and no way to say it anyway, is itself a crisis. It’s like falling through a hole into another dimension where nothing makes any sense. The trouble is that looking back at the one I’ve come from, nothing makes any sense there either.

I picked up a sandwich in our village Tesco this morning and the guy on the checkout told me he’d just won a six month appeal battle for PIP for his disabled wife. I said I was delighted for them, but that’s the way the system is designed, and he said, ‘That’s why they’re called the Nasty party’. And that’s the point, if there is one, nothing is going to be right until we find a way to wrestle our lives back from the vermin who’ve taken over. And it’s global.

I’ve not been keeping up on the news, I didn’t want to read another news report that said the bastards are still bastards as they reveal their latest filthy trick. But what’s worse, far, far worse, is that 40% of the great British public would still vote for them. That’s the point where my brain falls over, done and busted. We’re living in la la land and 2 plus 2 means any kind of made up shit anyone wants it to.

Some MPs are to gather to hear the last tolls of Big Ben for many years. The BBC reports – “Prime Minister Theresa May has said “it can’t be right” that the famous bongs will not be heard again until 2021 and has asked for the proposals to be reviewed.”

Really? And where were any of them when the Grenfell Tower inferno crime eradicated a still unknown number of lives?

That ‘can’t be right’, they are gone for all fucking eternity, killed by criminal wilful neglect because poor people’s lives don’t matter. Not only that, but the money donated to support the survivors has been stolen by the council and is being denied the victims.

And 40% of the British public will vote for more of the same. That’s insane.

I may be bonkers, but I am not insane.

For Theresa May to say something can’t be right is the babbling dribble of a lunatic, she wouldn’t know what’s right if it hit her repeatedly over the head attached to a heavy club, though I heartily wish it would for the entertainment value.

The Tories are a lying, stinking, cheating, rats arse of a party with no legitimacy other than the super glue they’ve attached to their arses to keep them in power.

But above all, this is personal, day by day they drag us screaming on the road to ruin, life gets harder every day, by increments of wanton destruction.

And I see that Jeremy Hunt is still alive, what a damned shame. If there is a hell then a very special place should be put aside for all the thugs who are hell bent on global ruin and, by right of voting, everyone who supports their evil empire of thuggery.

And if you are inclined to mind slip, as I am, don’t fight it, the universe is probably trying to tell you something, and if you think that the universe speaking to you is mad, imagine if it didn’t and that all you had in life was a world inhabited by the Tories.

And that you voted for them. Now that’s mad.

KOG. 21 August 2017



In the Tory mindset, the lives of ordinary people have no intrinsic value. Our value is measured only in terms of our utility in creating wealth, all other aspects of our humanity are treated as useless and a drain on the ‘free’ markets, including thought, child birth and rearing and our most basic human rights and needs.

The financial markets are treated as more valuable than life, yet without human life there would be no markets at all.

The Tories value as supreme those who control and hoard money and expect the rest of us to feed their greed. Anyone who is not participating in feeding market greed is treated as superfluous to requirements, humiliated, punished and eradicated through deceitful policies of attrition and persecution.

David Freud said, “people who are poorer should be prepared to take the biggest risks as they have the least to lose.” and he also said disabled people are, “not worth the full wage”.

Anyone who measures the worth of life in monetary terms is a stain and a blight on humanity.

Currently, the duplicitous National Living Wage, which is actually the new minimum wage, is £7.50 per hour for those over 25.

£7.50 per hour is an insult to our humanity. They are telling us that an hours labour is worth less than one bloody plastic DVD, less than a mass produced Aluminium 20cm Saucepan from Tesco. The current real living wage is £9.75 per hour for London and £8.45 per hour everywhere else, and that’s not much to write home and brag about.

We’re so used to being totally undervalued we undervalue ourselves. We’re treated like shit and the Tories get away with insulting us with £7.50 per hour and companies are doing everything they can to deny us full time work or even the minimum wage in Damian Green’s bastard (sorry – “exciting”) gig economy.

Britain is now a country where poor, disadvantaged, traumatised and destitute people must be punished and forced to pay a premium rate penalty for their poverty. The Tories are stealing even the basic necessities of life and then punishing those they already persecute.

Oxford is threatening homeless people with a £2,500 fine because they are “having a detrimental effect… on the quality of life of those in the locality”. When you are literally on the floor, homeless and destitute, non-people, persona non grata, only a moron or a sadist would think the solution is a £2,500 poverty penalty.

Let’s take it as self evident that Tories (who are barely holding Oxford) are morons but they are sadistic morons and they are running a pogrom of social cleansing. There is a magic money tree for the rich and eradication for the everyone else.

They began with poor, sick and disabled people (the war on the poor) and have been escalating it ever since. They have weaponised money and are conducting economic warfare. They have absolute, sovereign control of the money supply. If people go to the banks or money lenders for loans all they obtain is a debt plus interest. People bargain their labour for debt, and if their labour is so undervalued that it doesn’t even provide enough to live on, they become debt slaves. If people want an education, they now begin their working life as debt slaves.

We have been robbed of our bargaining power, health, safety and employment rights. We have no recourse to justice because justice is only available to those who can afford for it.

We are slaves to market forces, the average market rent is £921 a month and they have destroyed social housing.

A new indignity has just emerged, hygiene poverty, personal hygiene or eat and we even have a tampon tax.

All of this, all of it, is driven by government policy. There are no natural forces at work here, the natural primal needs of life are being wilfully denied and penalised. Living has become a crime for which millions of people are being punished, sanctioned and murdered.

And the only defence the Tories have is to lie about it, to parliament and via the media and their own propaganda in which they invest millions of pounds.

They have no legitimacy, they have attempted to buy what meagre authority they claim to have, they have no mandate, no manifesto. We do not have a government, we have a cabal of thieves, a mafia, an extreme terrorist organisation, on organised crime syndicate, a bunch of gloating, braying, thugs.

They won’t walk out so they must be pushed, by every means of resistance and protest we have available, words, non-violent action, resistance and civil disobedience. They have the means to resist violence and will not hesitate to use it, not least because our lives are so cheap to them and they have nothing but contempt for us. But constant, sustained and relentless pressure they cannot prevent and they cannot suppress. Freedom of expression is available to everyone, the right to speak, the right to write, the right to protest, the right to peaceful assembly, these freedoms exist by right of being alive, inalienable, self evident, contained in our being, constrained only by fear, expressed by boldness and courage in the face of an implacable, brutal, enemy. We can spread information like the plague or virus they think we are, informing others.

We have a government in waiting, a national leader worth having, supported by ever growing numbers as people wake up to the reality of lethal Tory brutality. It is only a matter of time. The Tories must go! If you will pardon me for stating what should be the absolutely bleeding obvious to anyone but a Tory, people must come first for life and living.

KOG. 27 July 2017