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I have today spent a session with my therapist (H) talking politics and by that I mean real up front and dirty politics.

On Thursday this country will hit a fork in the road the like of which it has never seen before and for many of us that fork will revolve around life or death issues. Our votes will either save our nation or it will mean the end of it as we know it. As I said to H, if the Tories (Conservatives) get back in I have no expectation of surviving the next five years.

I am not an old man, but I am getting on, I have incurable cancer and live an isolated life due to a lifelong battle with depression and acute social phobia. I am now reliant on my pension and DLA which pays for my therapy and a small vehicle which is a life line for someone with both cancer and social phobia. If the Tories win the General Election, I will at some point be transferred to PIP (Personal Independence Payments), for which I will doubtless be awarded zero points on assessment and the loss of the extra support will mean the end of therapy and my vehicle without which getting to hospital for cancer treatment will become extremely difficult. The Tories have also refused any promise to protect pensions and the triple lock which guarantees that the basic state pension will rise by a minimum of either 2.5%, the rate of inflation or average earnings growth, whichever is largest.

But enough about me for a moment. If the Tories get in, their plans to privatise our NHS and to bring in health insurance will be assured. They will continue to cut public services, schools, social care and they will bring in the ‘dementia’ tax. The costs of a University education will rise even higher than they are now and young people will continue to be denied housing due to escalating unrestrained housing costs. The DWP sanctions regime will become even more draconian and disabled people will see their support slashed even further. The privatisation of the state and state assets will carry on and our taxes will become nothing more than a slush fund for privateers and vulture capitalists. Britain will become the first nation to declare nuclear weapons as a first strike option. We will finally see the end of the human rights act. Thousands more will die and become just another statistic that the Tories will ignore in their Orwellian pursuit of genocide and an end to useless eaters.

That is one fork in the road ahead. The other fork will see all of the above addressed and restored, a National Investment Bank, a living wage rise to £10 by 2020, our rail system brought back into public ownership, the restoration of Nurses’ training bursaries, 100,000 council/association houses built per annum, energy price caps, the re-nationalisation of water companies, scrapping the bedroom tax, abolition of tuition fees, restoring public services and a very great deal more.

A Britain that will literally work for the people of Britain and not just the corporations and already exceedingly wealthy.

Because of the appalling reputation politicians have in this country, justifiably earned since Thatcher rose to power, it needs to be said that if Jeremy Corbyn and Labour do not hold to the promises they have made, then heaven help them. Personally I do not think they will renege on the promises for a country that works for the many and not just the few, but given the parlous state of Britain right now, Corbyn and Labour certainly have a tough job on their hands and the corporations, the right wing press, the Tories and the super wealthy will fight them and us every inch of the way. Given that Britain has the most right wing press in Europe, it is to be hoped that some efforts can be made to reign them in and to be held accountable for the propaganda and lies they so routinely deal in.

The fork in the road is either the road to ever greater division, poverty, hardship and death or the road to restoration, social justice, hope and a country that works for us, not against us.

I am old enough to remember better times and to have gained my step up from a poor working class background to a free place at university which changed my life forever. I want better times for every young person growing up now and the option to achieve their best in life.

As an elderly bloke I want to remain a contributor, I am notionally retired, but that does not mean I have nothing left to do or contribute. What I have no desire for is to wither away in destitution to meet a lonely death caused by want, denied any dignity in my advancing years.

All of this hinges on the 8th of June, a mere 24 hours away as I write. Choose well my friends, this is a nation that belongs to all of us, let’s, please, take it back for all our sakes. I shall be including you in my vote, please include me in yours. Love and peace and hope for a much better country than we’ve had for the last seven years.

KOG. 07 June 2017

https://www.theguardian.com/money/2017/apr/27/pensions-triple-lock-questions-answered

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/british-media-is-the-most-right-wing-in-europe-yougov-finds-a6859266.html

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It’s election time again and the cynics, trolls, shills and no hope doom sayers are out in force to drain every vestige of energy out of life and hope: less of a storm rolling in as just a massive, energy draining, dump.

Let’s start with trolls, shits in wolfs clothing, casting their baited hooks and revelling in every catch. Of course they offend, hurt, smart, enrage, incite indignation, like the odious little troopers they are, every comment is loaded to wound the unwary and force a response. That’s how they work, mixed metaphors not withstanding. The one and only thing they cannot deal with is being ignored, complete silence. Every second spent ‘dealing’ with them is energy lost, dribbling down your own legs in futile impotent rage as they revel in it and lap it up, literally stealing your energy and feeding on it.

Whatever it takes, whatever wounded pride you have to swallow, whatever raging indignation you have to deal with, however you manage to not place that first fatal finger on the keyboard, don’t feed the trolls. Sit on your hands, clean the house, walk the rage off, read a book, rest and sleep it off, scrub a public toilet with your own toothbrush, stab yourself (non fatally preferably), but do not, ever, respond unless you really get off on masochistic torture.

Every troll abhors a vacuum, there is no answer to silence, they’ll only poke for so long, revealing themselves a little more each time, until they either give up or you do the right thing and block the parasitic, evil, time wasting, shits.

Naturally, we all get caught out, responding to what appears to be a fairly innocent comment, but as soon as the barb hits, get the fuck away from there, if you value your life, have an ounce of self respect, have a squillion (or one) better things to do, than be caught on some nameless trolls hook. Yeesh, that’s disgusting.

Shills? Paid trolls. Some paid up psy-ops monkey bollock. Trash!

No hopers. “The sky is falling”, cries Chicken Licken, but not off to tell the king, just any and everyone else. “They’re all the same”, “If voting changed anything, they wouldn’t allow it”, “Same shit different arsehole”, “What’s the point, May’s going to win by a landslide”, “Politicians are all the same”, “They’re all in the pockets of the corporate elites”…

Are we not human? If there’s nothing to live for, dying is easy. If we must weep, then let them be fierce tears at least, not dismal self pity, or at least keep the self pity brief. As long as I am human, as long as I know it, then I can fight, asking no one’s permission, nor accountable to anything barring my own conscience and if I find, having fought to my last dying breath that it was all for nothing, still I fought and would do it all again. Why would I do less? I cannot imagine Tony Ben lying on his death bed and saying in his last breath, ‘It was all for nothing’.

The council of despair, is despair – but death, the final affront to all life, is grief for the living, who mourn the loss, survive, and do not themselves give up even in that moment and time of brutal, uncontainable, sorrow, when they have not yet found out how to continue, but know they must. C S Lewis railed against god at the loss of his beloved wife calling God the Cosmic Sadist and an Eternal Vivisector, yes, that bastard God who gives a plate of soup only to snatch it away, rail against him all we like, but live and fight with all the fury in us and if we fall, then rage against that too. And why not? We may have to surrender to death in the end, but live without surrender.

I gave up once, taking enough pills to kill a horse, or so I thought. It was only in surviving that I learnt to fight, it was that or do it again and the reason I was put in a psychiatric hospital was because I would have tried again and was too brain fucked to even think of lying about it.

There is nothing weak about hope, it is an eternal flower that never ceases to bloom, even after some fool has stomped on it.

I’ve saved cynics and cynicism till last because of all things in life, I think I detest cynicism the most. It’s the classic, “Life’s a bitch, and then you die.” Cynicism is the heartfelt belief in mediocrity and spreading it to everyone else. It’s the evangelism of hopelessness and the religion of futility. It’s the belief that life is shit and then taking a dump on it and sneering whilst you do it.

Cynicism is a self fulfilling prophesy, losing without making any attempt to win and then saying, ‘I told you so’. “Corbyn can never win so don’t vote for him.” Later, post election. “See, what did I tell you?”

If there is anything more disgusting than Theresa May, lying through her teeth and grovelling for power in the most god awful way, it is cynicism. If, heaven forbid, May wins the general election, cynicism will have largely enabled it. It is cynicism that sees all immigrants as cockroaches or a ‘swarm’ (as Cameron put it), all benefits recipients as scroungers, disabled people and those unable to work, as ‘stock’, it is the sneering face of ‘Britain First’, and ultimately it is for narcissistic losers who want to shape the world in their own putrid image. it is for the vainglorious, who are proud to pass on a pot of piss to drink at an oasis.

Life is a marvel, it is also hard, challenging and often a struggle, but, as M Scott Peck said in ‘The Road Less Traveled’, “Life is difficult. This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths. Once we truly know that life is difficult – once we truly understand and accept it – then life is no longer difficult.” If you’ve ever taken an old exhaust manifold off a vehicle, you’ll know that it is not easy, it’s a gumption trap waiting to happen, but once you know and accept the challenge then you can just get on with it and take whatever comes without throwing a blue fit, even accepting those times when all your motivation drains out through your boots and the only thing to do is to leave it and come back fresh to try again.

This election is a challenge without a doubt, but no one knows the result and will not know until June 9th. We certainly have a fight on our hands, not least against all of the above, but it was always going to be a fight, that is not new, look what Corbyn has already faced to even be in a position to hold rallies all around the country. I have no intention of fighting a losing battle, because there is only one way to really fight, and that’s to win and whatever the result of the election to be ready to carry right on fighting.

KOG. 11 May 2017

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A letter a day to number 10. No 1,482

Sunday 03 July 2016.

Dear Mr Cameron,

James Traub, unsurprisingly a member of the ignorant social elites, has written the following, “It’s time for the elites to rise up against the ignorant masses. The Brexit has laid bare the political schism of our time. It’s not about the left vs. the right; it’s about the sane vs. the mindlessly angry…”. He goes on, “The Republican Party, already rife with science-deniers and economic reality-deniers, has thrown itself into the embrace of a man (Donald Trump) who fabricates realities that ignorant people like to inhabit.

“Did I say “ignorant”? Yes, I did. It is necessary to say that people are deluded and that the task of leadership is to un-delude them.

“Is that “elitist”? Maybe it is; maybe we have become so inclined to celebrate the authenticity of all personal conviction that it is now elitist to believe in reason, expertise, and the lessons of history.”

As with all elites, Traub plays fast and loose with reality to suit his own prejudices and purposes. The elites do not fabricate realities that ignorant people like to inhabit, they fabricate the realities that they want the masses to inhabit. From Edward Bernays, the father of PR and mass social manipulation, to Alastair Campbell, Tony Blair’s Director of Communications and Strategy who was involved in the preparation of the infamous “Dodgy Dossier”, to Lynton Crosby, your own political strategist, known as the “master of the dark political arts”, confounding and manipulating the public is big business for those intent on self serving misrule. Propaganda is the raison d’etre for news rags like the Sun, Mail and the Express.

The so called elites run the world and are exclusively, and historically, responsible for the mess we’re in. Whilst ordinary people were busy working, earning a crust on minimum wage, being forced into debt whilst producing, above all, profit, it was the elite bankers who crashed the global economy. And who was forced to pay? The chaos surrounding the EU referendum was manufactured from on high, not least by you, Boris Johnson and Michael Gove, and whilst the ‘ignorant masses’ have taken the blame as ever, Gove is now looking to replace you as prime minister because you’ve washed your hands of the whole filthy business. If the masses are angry it is because they are sick and tired of the lies and deceits of the elites and suffering and dying as a consequence of the vile abuses of the ruling elites.

If Traub wants to learn the lessons of history, he should look to the French revolution which was not triggered by the masses, it was triggered by the wholesale abuses of the aristocracy and the elites who were starving the people to death. Traub in his arrogance accuses the masses of mindless anger. Believe me, the anger is not mindless, it is very focused, it is the rage of the abused. It may appear chaotic and disorganised, the reaction to oppression often is, but the rage is just, as is its purpose. The terror that Corbyn invokes in the minds of elitists, is that he is on the protests and picket lines for organised justice, a man of peace and a man of the people and all you elitists are on the wrong side of the protests and picket lines and, indeed, the wrong side of history. And you never learn.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Traub

http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2016-06-29/elites-called-arms-its-time-rise-against-ignorant-masses

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Bernays

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alastair_Campbell

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynton_Crosby

https://www.mtholyoke.edu/courses/rschwart/hist151s03/french_rev_causes_consequences.htm