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I had a dream a couple of days ago, in which my home and my kitchen, where I was working, were invaded by three of the most, obnoxious, arrogant, officious and rude, self serving, obstructive and intrusive men imaginable. I was put in the position of having to force myself past them do anything and, after battling with them for some time, their obstructive disdain for me was so offensive that the particular individual I was trying to get past, in the moment, gave rise to an explosion of rage in me.

He towered head and shoulders above me and as he looked down on me his face and his gaze were a living sneer of contempt. I flung myself at him and in the restricted space all I could do was grab his collar and tie and grind my fist into his Adam’s apple with all my strength in a bid to crush it and choke him to death. I know little enough about how to kill, but it was working until I snapped awake.

I sat on the edge of my bed to calm down, but my instant thought was that my dream state had offered me an insight into the Tory world we are living in and how deeply I felt about it.

It hit me that the Tories rely entirely for their brute rule on our being civilised, a line they crossed years ago. With the dream still clear in my mind, I knew that my actions had been entirely appropriate and I was glad that my dream mind had offered me the insight it had into Tory brutality.

When I wrote in my first letter to Cameron, “Clearly your contempt for the people of Britain can have only one logical end, so why not begin the cull now?”, little did I fully realise at that time that they had begun. Plans long in the making were being put into action and the rest, as they say (though still ongoing), is history.

The expression, ‘crossing the line’ is about where a situation or circumstances move from being acceptable to being unacceptable. When the line is crossed, the situation has gone past the point of compromise, it is the place where it becomes necessary to make a stand, no matter what. That is the place I reached even before I started the letters in March 2012, and nothing has changed in me since, other than reinforcing my position.

As suicides began to be reported, when ten people had taken their lives in despair, that didn’t make the first one acceptable, and now thousands of lives have been lost there is no place of compromise which says a few hundred was ok.

There is another expression that is relevant to this, ‘crossing the Rubicon’, which relates to Julius Caesar crossing the Rubicon river as an act of insurrection and treason from which there was no return. As he did so Caesar was reputed to have said “alea iacta est” – the die is cast. Whatever happens now, the Tories are long past the point of no return.

In their war against the poor there are inevitably factions and those who support the Tories either in ignorance or knowingly.

The facts remain, the Tories are attacking the lives of ordinary people to the point of death. They began with the poorest and most vulnerable, but it has spread far beyond them to front line services, our NHS, doctors and nurses, schools and children, young people entering the world of work and independence, the bedroom tax, the brutal sanctions regime, students, access to legal redress, housing and so much more. David Cameron even had the bloody gall to write and complain to Ian Hudspeth, the Tory leader of Oxfordshire County Council, about cuts to front line services that he, Cameron, was responsible for creating.

Whatever their motives are, even if it is blind stupidity, they are without excuse. so far as the Tories are concerned my heart has been turned to stone and my will is utterly set against them. They are a pernicious evil and no matter how powerful they are, no matter what forces they set against us, no matter how formidable they may appear, they must be brought down.

Theresa May said that this is the most important election in her lifetime, I disagree, this is the most important election in my lifetime and the lifetimes of all those she is attacking on a daily basis. She is fighting for her political career, we are fighting for our lives. As a disabled pensioner, I know they are gunning for me, it is my own life that is at stake and for which I am fighting along with millions of other ordinary people across the length and breadth of Britain.

To use the words of Dylan Thomas, I will not go gentle into that good night, old age should burn and rave at close of day; rage, rage against the dying of the light: the light the Tories are hell bent on extinguishing. Life is too precious to give up silently. The closer I get to my end the more precious each moment is, and the more my heart swells for the love of it. Death will inevitably take me in my time, but without surrender to any Tory coward or their vile policies.

KOG. 30 April 2017



What makes Ken Loach’s ‘I, Daniel Blake’ so powerful is where the plot impacts on life. Most films and documentaries take for granted certain elements of life, like eating and shelter. Such things are assumed, a meal – at ‘home’, in a cafe or restaurant, and access to a home, cafe or restaurant which means having the wherewithal to afford and be in those places. These are assumed cultural and societal rights or norms which the ‘plot’ does not need to establish, they are taken for granted.

‘I’ Daniel Blake’ blows that right open (as much as I have as yet seen), these foundational norms can no longer be assumed. They are stripped bare, revealed as fragile and vulnerable.

The means, the wherewithal, is no longer anything that can be taken for granted, the door to that security is slammed in our faces by a DWP ‘Decision Maker’, an ‘other’, and that is terrifying, stupefying, an assault on our lives.

That loss of power over our basic securities has been weaponised against us and we get no say in the matter.

Money is the token of access, our ticket to belonging, our legitimacy, without which the door to life closes and we realise that we have been excluded. There is no handle on our side. The government, the DWP, the Decision Maker, have rendered us persona non grata, a non-person, leaving us staring into the void.

Homeless people gravitate to human habitation where all the social structure exists for modern life and scrabble for scraps from society’s table, but the right of access has been removed. We become unwelcome strangers, unwanted, shamed and humiliated. We may even be fined and criminalised for being there, the exclusion is complete. No money, no membership, no entry.

Exclusion means even scratching through litter bins is shunned, it is a misuse use of society’s system of waste and rubbish facilities, looking for a morsel in the waste of others. It may have been a burger 10 minutes ago, but once discarded it is no longer food, it’s rubbish, and picking it up and eating it is offensive, disgusting and embarrassing to those who ‘belong’. It is not because people are reminded of the fragility of life, it is that they are offended and ‘turn their noses up’ to such aberrant, distasteful, behaviour.

The ‘fragile life’ idea has a romantic appeal which is not borne out in practice, the notion of ‘there but for the grace of god go I’ is clear to some but not most people. But it is not the grace of god which arbitrarily imposes, condones and supports social exclusion, endorsing the righteous, it is a structural exclusion, the will of ‘man’.

Were it the grace of god then activism would be unnecessary, it would be merely precarious divine fate over which we have no control. And who are we to presume otherwise? Under such grace, poverty is fine, homelessness is fine, starvation of children is fine, every social injustice is divine in origin. It isn’t.

If I plead with god for the poor and do no more, then I am essentially giving in to futility, sacrificing my innate power to act to divine caprice. It’s entirely self defeating because I am self evidently equipped to act. I might just as well ask god to look after and brush my teeth for me when I am fully equipped to do it myself.

I may be less clear about what I can do about social injustice, what effective steps I can take, but it behoves me to grapple with the complexities of life, inequality, social justice, social exclusion, not abdicate my will and abilities and choice to an ‘other’.

Rising injustice has seen a rise in the use of the term ‘Karma’. This is a lot more than merely actions having consequences, which is self evidently true. This use of Karma assumes some kind of universal power of justice beyond our control. It’s god thinking in disguise without the religious overtones. But it is essentially disempowering because it is an excuse to do nothing, because something else will sort it out. It is fateful thinking which in human terms is not helpful in the slightest other than in the comfort it gives in invoking it. It’s essentially a cop out at a time of obscene human made attacks on social justice. The war on the poor is flourishing and karmic reprisals (or even just some kind of balance of power) are conspicuous by their absence.

In fact what we are experiencing is the unaccountable power of the few over the many, holding the poor to account by robbing them blind as wealth inequality is driven through the roof. And it’s brutal. As Ken Loach said, “The present system is one of conscious cruelty. It bears down on those least able to bear it. The bureaucratic inefficiency is vindictive and hunger is being used as a weapon. People are being forced to look for work that doesn’t exist.” More than that, people are being knowingly deprived of the means of survival and, as current head of the DWP, Damian Green, said, “We are building on the record of Iain Duncan Smith, who over six years poured his heart into welfare reform – as did his successor Stephen Crabb… We should be proud of that record.”

The man is a bloody monster! Proud of causing children to starve? Proud of depriving disabled people of the means to even walk let alone live an independent life? Proud of stealing the means of survival from people as a punishment. Proud of the return of Victorian poverty related diseases and others, malnutrition, gout, rickets, tuberculosis, scurvy, mumps, scarlet fever, cholera, diphtheria and typhoid? Proud of tens of thousands of deaths? Proud of the millions of emergency food parcels handed out by an ever increasing number of food banks. Perhaps we should be campaigning for the return of public floggings.

The proud record of Tory brutality since 2010 is an outrage and yet I am utterly convinced of Green’s sincerity as far as this is concerned. He is an abject failure as a human being and certainly unfit to hold office, yet in July this year the Tories had a 16 point lead over Labour. How is this possible or even credible?

The elevation of Donald Trump to president has revived the old ‘dumb Americans’ trope, I’ll just hold their beer as they laugh and point. If life was a car, millions of people in the UK, it seems, are asleep at the wheel because we’ve already driven off the cliff. Of course the Tories will fall eventually, but how many more lives will be ruined and snuffed out before they do?

To every single person speaking out and acting for change in whatever way time and ability allows, my utmost thanks, we are the light in the wilderness, no matter what they do and no matter what they throw at us. The Tories and all neoliberal right wing leaning people and apologists are a terminal wrong and a stain on the world.

Find whatever peace and souls ease that you can to give you strength to carry on fighting. You are not alone even though isolation and division are things that the Tories work hard to force upon us. Life is not a competition, yet cooperation, care and support are now revolutionary acts in Tory Britain.

KOG 10 November 2016

10_february_2016A letter a day to number 10. No 1,338

Wednesday 10 February 2016.

Dear Mr Cameron,

It has been necessary for me to take a few days off from writing these letters. There is a price to be paid for engaging with the cesspool of Tory lies and corruption and the brutality of you and the rest of your party of social carrion feeders. But it is more than that because this is more than an impersonal ideological attack for those of us who struggle with everyday life, because we are also the ones on the receiving end of your brutality.

I keep no record of the number of calls I receive from people who are ravaged and distraught by confusion, fear and an overwhelming sense of helplessness in the face of the uncaring brutality of the DWP in particular, but what I can tell you is that each and every one of them is sick and/or disabled and terrorised.

In almost every case I have to tell them that in order to understand what is happening to them they have to grasp that this is entirely deliberate, they are not going to be treated sympathetically or caringly, they are under attack and that demands an entirely different approach in how they think about it and in how they deal with it. Once they grasp that what they are going through is Tory policy there is a palpable relief in realising that they are not going mad, they are not at fault, they are the victims of Tory brutality.

Of course, that’s far from the end of it because they, like me, are managing the real life struggle to manage their daily life, whatever their particular circumstances are, be it cancer and invasive treatments, physical disability, fibromyalgia, ME, partial sightedness, mental health problems, the physical limitations of age and so on, on top of which is added the terrorisation of politically driven and wilful, malicious, attack.

We are at war, you are not just dismantling the state, you are dismantling people’s lives and people are dying in droves, giving up in despair.

Offering cheap bribes as sweeteners for cuts, fracking, stealing people’s Motability vehicles, crisis payments, flood damage, bribes for care and support in the community being offered to predominantly Conservative councils, only serve to highlight the fundamental betrayals being heaped on our lives by cheap chisellers whose only interest is dismantling the state for private profit.

However, it is refreshing to see, at last, the lies unravelling on a daily basis.

Money talks as Cameron buys the silence of Tory MPs threatening council cuts rebellion

Money talks as Cameron buys the silence of Tory MPs threatening council cuts rebellion