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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 see a lot of comments about the sleeping masses, and great anger and bitterness about people who do nothing and allow the appalling situation we are in in this country to continue and many, of course, vote for it.

I’ve had my moments and battles with this, so called, ‘apathy’, it is undeniably an insidious concern and yet, I suggest, one that must be internally fought because it only leads to and feeds hopelessness and despair. We have already lost too many to suicide, not to mention the deaths procured by government policy.

If anyone is motivated to take any form of protest action, say, against the privatisation of our NHS, then loses motivation because of the perceived lack of protest and/or support from others, does that not call into question the motivation of the individual rather than the collective? If something is worth doing, and worth doing because of a deep personal sense of care and concern, how much does it, or should it, matter whether the amorphous ‘many’ do the same?

The public in all its multiplicity is not my enemy unless I make it so. If people will not wake up, in what way is that my problem other than when it becomes a wall against which I find myself continuously banging my own head?

If I beat my head against a wall, who gets hurt? Blaming and shaming is what Tories do, it neither inspires nor draws anyone to a cause, it does the exact opposite, it is counter intuitive and serves only our real and present enemies who use divisiveness as an ideological weapon.

In the four and a half years I spent writing a letter a day to number 10 very few letters reached a thousand shares, a 1000 shares would be 0.0016% of the population of Britain. Typically, a letter might be shared by 100 or so people, that’s 0.00016% of the population. I stopped writing the letters, not because I despaired of the lack of response, but because I was exhausted, yet the desire to write on matters of deep concern to me was in no way diminished and is alive and well to this day.

I think of publishing a piece of writing like releasing a bird from a cage. Whether it actually takes wing and flies is beyond my control, I’ve done my bit and opened the door, what happens then has nothing to do with me and is beyond my power to dictate. Of course it is gratifying if something I write gets shared, just as it is gratifying if I share someone else’s work and it gets shared. It is part of the process of creativity that we hope what we produce is meaningful and worth sharing. I suppose if nothing I ever did got a single share, I would have to conclude that I am writing psycho-dribble and have to face up to the reality that writing is not something I am any good at, unless it is purely for my own satisfaction and amusement, in which case it would be perfectly reasonable to carry on.

In fact, my little birds have flown across the world, not in a big way, as in the New York Times best seller list, but in a very small but entirely gratifying way, not least because my letters were about life in Britain and my very real concerns for what is happening here. To discover that something I’d written resonated with someone in Australia enough that they chose to share it, is definitely a ‘wow’, pleasing, moment, to which I can only say, ‘thank you’. Did the earth move in Australia in response? No.

I had more than a few online responses telling me that my letters were a waste of time and likely consigned to the bin unread and that David Cameron probably never read one of them. No, he probably didn’t, but that was not why I wrote them. The point was that I could not be silent in the face of the appalling lies and abuse being heaped on us by the worst government in UK history. It was entirely appropriate to direct them at Cameron, rather than my neighbours dog, but my writing them was in no way contingent on receiving a reply, and, in fact, such was Cameron’s towering arrogance and malicious ill will towards ordinary people, that I would have been very surprised to receive a personal response from him, let alone an honest one.

Do I want people to be aware of what is going on? Of course I do. Does it matter to me that vast numbers of people don’t want to know or, indeed, vote for the abuse that is being heaped on their own heads by a government which has nothing but ill will towards them? Oh yes! Can I change them or demand they change? No. But come the day, when the itch for change awakens and when the courage to seek information and to face the many obstacles placed in our way by those in power which frustrate and beat us down, I hope that enough information is out there to help people take those first steps towards liberating thought and personal freedom from oppression and if I can contribute towards that in some small way, I will do it to the best of my ability.

I will not berate anyone for not waking up sooner and nor will I call anyone a sheeple thus driving them further away on a tide of rejection. Waking up is a very fragile process, full of doubt and uncertainty. I know because I’ve done it and it is painful. The waking up of an individuals consciousness is a truly awesome thing, worthy of praise and admiration at every step of the way. No one other than a brute calls a child a fool for not walking, and no child was ever helped to walk by being called useless for falling over or not yet standing up. Consciousness is no different, and requires many faltering steps to achieve. An awakening mind falls on its arse many times and that is exactly the time to offer encouragement and support and that is the very least we can do.

Is there such a thing as too late? Our NHS is in desperate straits, in fact it’s very nearly gone, stolen from us by government and corporate thieves whose only consideration is its market value, and who care nothing for the life and well being of the patients they betray. Well, yes there is such a thing as too late, but that is no reason to give up and certainly no reason to heap shame on others, other than those who are orchestrating this atrocity. This is not the time to abandon care and consideration for all those who have yet to see what is going on, quite the reverse, because if there is any hope of winning a losing battle, care and consideration are our greatest weapons. The interweb is heaving with personal abuse, nothing is served by my adding to it other than defeat. I refuse to go there.

KOG. 28 February 2017


A letter a day to number 10. No 1,473

Friday 24 June 2016.

Dear Mr Cameron,

I don’t suppose all the referendum sound and the fury is over yet, it seems a whole lot of rage and bile has been released over a lot of mights and maybe’s and don’t we just love a good fight over anything that is largely conjecture. 30 gazzillion Turks coming over here taking our jobs or WWIII in the divided states of Europe.

Back in the real world where you’re privatising our NHS and want it to be run as a USA insurance based payment scheme, thousands dead within weeks of being found fit for work, the loss of the Independent Living Fund and Motability, cuts to ESA, closing hospitals and front line services, zero hours contracts keeping people poor, forced labour under workfare, sanctions depriving people of the means of survival and so on and on, I guess its back to the few to carry on fighting and the silent majority can go back to sleep.

I am sure that you must all be very proud of how a well crafted and managed shit storm can drive the nation half demented, but real time issues, real policies, in the here and now can be so totally ignored.

Really it’s a PR triumph. Although his name hasn’t been mentioned once as far as I know, the referendum had all the hall marks of a Lynton Crosby campaign of filth written all over it.

Crosby is famous for his ‘dead cat’ strategy, if you want to hide the real time foul and fetid, find something to distract and inflame our delicate sensibilities. Migrants are currently still the best dead cat, but terrorism still has plenty of mileage in it, as does extremist, as long as it’s a brown one and therefore Muslim. Whoever heard of a murder by a white extremist? They are usually painted as quiet and unassuming, mentally ill or a model citizen involved in volunteer work. 30 gazzillion Turks was neat, straight out of thin air. Mind you, another major war in Europe was pretty good too.

Whatever the referendum result, we’ll still be labouring under the worst government in UK history and I am sure George Osborne has already planned how he’s going to punish us even more for the economic uncertainty caused by the referendum.

If the result is that we’ll leave the EU and if that causes a recession, Boris Johnson has said he’ll apologise on TV for getting it wrong. Of course he will, it’s no skin off his nose, he’s a millionaire and has no idea what austerity means and nor could he care less. He can say his meaningless sorry and get right back to his publicly subsidised Bollinger or Moet or whatever tickles his fancy. Along with the rest of you. Whatever happens, one thing is for sure, the poor will pay, they always have and they always will and you millionaire career politicians will make sure of it.

Independent Living Fund: ‘Shocking’ drop in support after ILF closure


A letter a day to number 10. No 1,459

Thursday 09 June 2016.

Dear Mr Cameron,

It is at least unfortunate that we have three of the worst characters possible representing the Tory case for leaving the EU, at worst it is wilful manipulation to swing the referendum in favour of staying in the EU.

Priti Patel makes her case that leaving the EU would enable her to attack employment protections and, “halve the burdens of the EU social and employment legislation”. On the face of it that firmed my feeling that I should be voting to remain in the EU, forgetting for a moment that to pull a stunt like that she would be acting undemocratically, without consultation and against our best interests, in short, she’s being her usual self, a petty dictator. That’s not an argument to remain in Europe.

Moving right along, let’s have a look at Boris (BoJo the clown) Johnson. In a street speech that was more a pantomime piece than anything else, in reference to someone saying ‘bananas’ (A shill? A plant? An idiot?), Johnson claimed that the EU prevents Britain from selling bananas in bunches of more than 2 or 3 and that they must not be excessively bent, unlike him. It was a claim so self evidently false I wondered why the crowd didn’t plant him head first in a water butt? This wasn’t an argument for Brexit, it was a temptation to vote for anything other than the idiot, but even if I voted remain, we’d still be stuck with the idiot.

Michael Gove’s central argument for Brexit is for, “a galvanising, liberating, empowering moment of patriotic renewal”. It was Samuel Johnson who said, “Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel”, meaning just the kind of jingoistic, flag waving, nonsense that Gove was spouting. True patriots are those who protect democracy, as Tony Benn did all his life, who want to end wars and serve the cause of peace, the kind of people who demand that Tony Blair faces the Hague for his illegal invasion of Iraq, an invasion that Gove supported regardless of his later change of heart. Let’s also remember that Gove gave away our schools to privateers, demanded our children learn by rote and alienated almost the entire teaching profession. This man is hardly a friend of Britain or Brexit.

Your own claim that leaving the EU could herald another Europe wide conflict, was the other side of this sordid mess, senseless fear-mongering in a world riven by conflict that the EU has been powerless or useless to prevent. What matters is the we the people are able to hold power to account. Europe has done nothing to prevent the excesses of the worst government in UK history. You ignored the findings of UN special investigator Raquel Rolnik into the despicable bedroom tax. Rolnik was branded by Grant Shapps as, an “absolute disgrace”, dismissing her as “a woman from Brazil”. Iain Duncan Smith called her a  “strange woman” and accused Labour of indulging in “little gimmicks with people from Brazil.” That’s the contempt you have for us. This fight isn’t about the EU, it is about the people of this country who must fight against Tory extremism and a supranational organisation that offers no protection for ordinary people from neoliberalism and the interests of elite criminals and greedy financiers putting profits before people.

Who let the cats out? Priti Patel suggests we could lose half our EU work rights after #Brexit


A letter a day to number 10. No 1,432

Friday 13 May 2016.

Dear Mr Cameron,

Ah corruption. It’s a funny old thing, even the police couldn’t believe that the UK government could act against the best interests of the people. In one of my attempts to report the DWP for human rights abuses I was sent on my way without the evidence I had with me even being glanced at. I am not suggesting the police were corrupt in that instance, although they were definitely naive, but I had brought evidence of appalling abuses of power by the DWP, a government department hopelessly corrupt in its malicious attacks on poor, sick and disabled people.

As the worst government in UK history, how can people tell that you are corrupt? The daily onslaught of news is full of lies and spin and real journalism in the main stream media is now, with few exceptions, a homeless quivering wreck, out on the streets somewhere, starving to death.

The recent debacle over the BBC’s Laura Kuenssberg is a triumph of corruption in which legitimate complaints of bias were accused of being sexist, misogynistic abuse and a witch hunt, leading to the petition site, 38 degrees, taking down a petition based on no discernible or published evidence. The list of comments has been published and whilst one sexist comment was apparently found amongst nearly 40,000, I couldn’t find it. The only sexist comment that could be found was on Twitter using a familiar expletive that rhymes with Hunt.

The issue was even raised in the House of Commons where Lucy Allan (accused in the past of viciously abusing a member of staff) called it a hate campaign against ‘respected journalist Laura Kuenssberg’ to much tutting and frothing at the mouth by fellow MPs. You quite rightly condemned sexist bullying on Twitter which I agree is appalling and abhorrent, but on the specific issue raised you said not a word. Attacking the person and not the issues is the province of scoundrels, trolls and bitter losers, you might like to remember that for PMQs.

Corruption by those in power can most readily be seen in the policies enacted to suppress debate, dissent and protest, hence Theresa May’s Snoopers Charter. It can also be seen in the use and abuse of statistics and reports as is the case with Jeremy Hunt in the junior doctors dispute. It is also evident in the egregious and corrupt abuse of power by the DWP incentivising people into work by depriving them of the means of survival. Last, but not least, is that you are currently hosting an international summit on corruption which Diane Abbott has described as, ‘like putting the fox in charge of the chicken coop’. Nuff said.

Proof Positive that David Cameron, the BBC, Guardian, New Statesman and Entire Establishment are Peddling Blatant Untruths in the Kuenssberg Affair

BREAKING: Proof that Cameron and the media made up sexism row to protect Laura Kuenssberg

Petition to sack BBC’s Laura Kuenssberg was ‘probably’ removed ‘under establishment pressure’, says former UK ambassador

Plan for sickness benefit cut to ‘incentivise’ claimants

05_april_2016A letter a day to number 10. No 1,393

Tuesday 05 April 2016.

Dear Mr Cameron,

Oh dear, talk about taking your eye off the ball, did you really lose your rag with the press in the ‘luxury library of the British ambassador’s residence in Washington’? A more unfortunate choice it is hard to imagine as hundreds of libraries the length and breadth of Britain fall foul of your brutal cuts.

Did you swallow a dictionary? In your tirade against journalists you said, ‘You all go around setting each others’ hair on fire and getting very excited about this but it’s all a lot of processology’.

I confess I had to look up Processology although I could probably have had a fair stab at it. Here’s one of the more elaborate explanations –  “Processology: as defined and practiced by the professional processologist proposes to study and gradually interconnect our understanding of ongoing causes, effects (and resulting causes) taking place within all the multitudinous and simultaneous processes in the universe.” I confess that gets me no further forward in understanding what you were on about regarding flaming quiffs and top knots.

It’s no good having a go at journalists anyway, you have no one to blame but yourself, you and George are a pair of snollygosters (I only learnt that yesterday), over privileged and educated in nothing related to the real world, sanctimonious, self serving, arrogant and fronting the worst government in UK history.

When death stalks our social security system, you should be angry, but you’re not, you don’t even care, your anger is self centred, self focused and meaningless. When 100,000 children go hungry because their parents have had their lifeline support stopped, you should be angry, but you’re not because you are responsible. When disabled people took over the Central Lobby of parliament with banners saying ‘No more deaths from benefit cuts’, that was the time for anger for what your government has done to the lives of disabled people, but you’re not interested.

People are fighting for their lives but your boat is sinking so of course you’re angry. All your chickens are coming home to roost and not before time. The people you so brutally attack have had enough and your departure is long overdue and if you’re feeling the pressure right now, that can only be good. We were not responsible for causing the financial crisis, yet you have blamed the welfare bill and us and made us responsible for paying down the debt, it is we who are rightfully outraged and angry.

Angry David Cameron loses his rag as he attacks news reporters in rant | Mirror Online

17_march_2016A letter a day to number 10. No 1,374

Thursday 17 March 2016.

Dear Mr Cameron,

I hope you’ve got the party poppers out. It’s four years since I started these little daily chats. A witness to the depravity of the worst government in UK history.

I love life. Life is the natural expression of nature’s abundance. We are inseparable from nature other than through ignorance and circumstances which drive human alienation, depriving us of our primal connection to nature without which we are rendered incomplete.

Yours is a government that treats ordinary people like chattel, or, as Iain Duncan Smith puts it, ‘stock’, which I very much doubt he restricts merely to those in receipt of social support.

There is no possible excuse for treating people as badly and punitively as you and your government do. You may think of us as rude, crude, commoners, unsophisticated and beneath you. If so that is your failing, not ours. As Max Ehrmann puts it in his ‘Desiderata’, “listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.”

I know well what it is like to be dull, ignorant and broken, I spent many years of my life absent from myself, lost in the blackest hell hole of depression, living in despair. It was only through the loving kindness of others who listened, giving their time to a broken human being, that I began to emerge and learn how to live with what I called, ‘the enemy within’. I discovered that depression had much to teach me, in fact I would say that everything I know and love today has emerged and been informed by what it was to live in hell, including these letters. It has been and will continue to be a lifelong journey.

What underpins these letters is my profound existential love of life. I observe as science strives to create an artificial intelligence and I am dumbfounded by their mechanistic approach. Have they never observed a child? Every child learns by absorbing life and comes predisposed, equipped by nature, to learn and everything a child learns feeds back and informs the next step. Children learn holistically, they are not ‘things’ to be programmed. But the big question I have for the builders of artificial intelligence is, will it dream? Could an artificial intelligence find inspiration, as the late great Douglas Adams did, in procrastination and ‘six months of baths and peanut butter sandwiches’, or quip, ‘I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by’?

If people do not love life, they have no place in the governance of it and you and your government have provided ample evidence that you are unfit to hold office; a bunch of career politicians ‘talking cross-eyed badger spit’ (to quote Adams again). We are better than this and we shall overcome.

03_may_2015A letter a day to number 10. No 1,076

Sunday 03 May 2015.

Dear Mr Cameron,

Like many who have endured under the worst government in UK history and for the tragedy of all those we’ve lost, I hope, with every particle of my being, that this election is not just your career defining moment, but that of your entire party.

For you politics is just a game, a career for which you were supported and groomed, caring nothing for those who suffer the impact of your political agenda in real life and in real suffering.

You blame Labour for ‘the mess you inherited’ whilst supporting and rewarding the banks and the people who caused it. But that’s not the point, the point is, where were you as a politician as the entire world descended into chaos? If any politician and any party is to blame, it is all politicians and all parties. Real politics isn’t a lifestyle choice, it’s engagement in the life and well being of the nation and its people. Just because you were in opposition when the banks crashed the global economy doesn’t mean that you or any MP serving in parliament at that time is any less culpable for the disaster that the politically unrestrained financial markets inflicted on the UK. Your use of the crash to further your own ends and your career at the expense of this nation is beyond despicable, it is a crime even if the Police are powerless (or prevented or complicit) to pursue prosecution.

All you have done is impose a political ideology on the nation without a shred of honesty or decency. Your 2010 manifesto was a pack of lies which you dumped as soon as you made it to number 10, with long standing plans to cripple ‘hard working people’, justice, welfare, education, our NHS, front line services, along with the unemployed, carers, poor, sick and disabled people and the elderly.

Austerity, the great lie, which you announced as permanent to the nation in the midst of the lavish splendour of the Lord Mayor’s banquet, was the imposition of an ideology whose driving aim was to attack the lives of ordinary people, just like the bedroom tax was.

The thought of another five years of you and your party of rich, self satisfied, career criminals strikes horror in the hearts of those you have targeted and will continue to target. Austerity is a war on the poor being conducted by career politicians who care nothing for the impact on the lives of their victims, nor the deaths that have occurred and which will only escalate should you gain access to a position you have already so viciously and violently betrayed for a ‘fixed’ term of five years.