The chronicle, or just a little of it.
EXTREMELY first draft badly written version on old laptop in the hills and blogger.com is so awful it has lost the spell check typo awareness facility, red squiggle, that's been there over 12 years since i first used it. A lot.
I have zero interest in any illness. Other than at one
universal time immemorial level. Except
that isn’t even about illness, it is about what i have been about for 7 years.
Longer really.
And i never identify anyone, unless they take public money –
as in churches getting a tax reduction, same thing, or someone maybe trading on their name as so called journalist.
All others are civilians. Period. Unless
making money from periods which are free and have been around since the birth
of time and if one needs advice on them one is a fool..
Living a long time mainly in a rural fringe area, by choice,
as brexit came along especially one thing was obvious – the price of
accommodation never mind land was forever perverted by ‘money from off’ coming
in. As in 2016 it was obvious a fair few refugees from cities were arriving endemically so as to avoid in their mind
possible civil unrest. Time for them to try out some Good Life lifestyle.
Though all of them seemed to use that Cotswolds magazine as their blueprint. In short many who bought or rented local
local property had either property in more expensive urban places subsidising
their arrival here, or their income was made up of money made in highly paid
careers dependent on the economy of South eastern or other large administrative
conurbations. So be it.
Taking some interest in
regional Green and then pro EU politics simply at a grass roots level, from
2014 when that council election seemed to be ‘about’ environmental matters more
than any in the past, and then 2016 it was the same kind of people – pro
environment people were all 100% pro EU, one noticed something.
It is the thing no one talked about then, and no one talks
about now. It is almost as if we did live in a bizarre parallel universe since
that time – earlier in the 2010s.
It is all terribly simple. In rural regions which are still
the majority by area of even the UK,
though only about 20% of the population, with such a ridiculous out of balance
property market, the only way that
almost anyone in the bottom half of the population can have a viable existence
is if they are coupled up with someone or have a multi generational household. Unless
of course they rely for much of their housing costs to be paid via Universal
Credit (was housing benefit). By far the largest element of the public spend on
the less well off, some may call ‘welfare’ which is frankly an insulting term
in that about 5 or 6 million people get rent top up via UC or old system
housing benefit. And the majority are in work.
And then there is being an environmental custodian in one
way or other. NO farmers can be trusted to always default to good eco practice.
I know i live among them many years. And i can speak “farmer”. Meaning deal with them in such a way as they
tell me their realities and truths. Rural regions need many people in some
voluntary way or other looking after the land. There is little money in small
scale more careful stewarding of the land.
And if animals are involved, even a pet ferret or two,
BACKUP is all one thinks about: “who can i rely on 100% to feed the crits if i
stub my toe and am blue lighted to A + E and then to an ICU for a week? ”
Backup... a rather prosaic word for generally someone who will have to tolerate
sharing the same bed, fireplace (“at least two per fireplace super green policy”,
i invented) or at least dog kennel.. Backup.
Life for the more thoughtful who do not preach only largest
scale factory farming at the pulpit
every weekend is only really viable if a household comprises a couple of wages,
or at the very least if sharing vehicles, fireplaces, and ferrets. But no ‘Green’ or
lefty party can ever speak thus. It is
as if they perhaps think they will get sued for even hinting two per fireplace
is greener, if one of the two has a bad mood and the other stubs their toe in the
ensuing footstamping session. Or to put it another way they seem to believe
their votes will come from metrosexual sex obsessives who love to get party
emails only about all the latest iterations of LGBTIQ+++ I know because i had a
sidekick who joined the under 30 years old Green party wing. No emails about
inspecting rivers in ones area for
unlawful pesticide use nearby. Lots of emails about whom one may be
fucking, and where... (which bit of the body – or rather which of the only ever
two bits). And certainly no emails ever about sharing fireplaces so as to
reduce emissions very swiftly. Possibly some policy to tax break encourage it.
And this almost everyone i know in the bottom 1/3 in rural
areas is entirely stuck in the “[housing] benefit trap”. And all BBC reporters
for years have been far too thick to ever manage to look at the ‘data’ and
discover that housing costs are quite obviously the elephant in the room. To someone on state support, in reality housing
payments ARE ‘benefits’. Your tax credit
top up of wages, ESA or dole is almost an afterthought.
And so fast forward to spring 2020. And summer. And last
year too. Except for the truly
magnificent Borisian policy of ‘bubbles’ which my as yet random research implies was
not copied in other countries i heard not one of those so called ‘caring’
lefties or Greens or Social Democrats ever state what i know to be a
categorical truth even if low sample numbers – many from within only one small
region: those living alone had a far harder 2020 than those living a deux, or
trois...or more.
They – the green left should be tried for genocide. “Moan, stay away always from
everyone...” All science states that the
hormonal soup within the human body is changed for the better if in the
proximity of other humans. Even ones you don’t like that much. it is very stark
in studies on the rat population over decades.
I don’t care about 2 years of self pitying grief based madness,
i did care about 7 years of the worst ever confected ‘vulnerability’ led
bullshit rhetoric on what rural areas need, and a greener environment obviously
requires. More sharing. Or total inability ever to engage in that rhetoric in a grown up way. Not hippy dippy free love sharing. Just practical
simple sharing of time, tasks, and resources.
And backup for my ferrets. Sadly never possible as even locally bred
kids seem so neurotic about any animal that isn’t a cat or dog.
So, yes, the chronicles. Well you still see ‘it’. The middle
class middle aged reasonably well read person – surprisingly often of a female
bent, (who you know lives alone) often check-out of Spa at 5pm, a bottle or
two of wine, early in the week. You
really do have to be really really desperate to be seen buying one's wine
from Spar, never mind not exactly fussy about how it tastes... not that i know
for sure as i don’t drink. It’s got a lot of sugar innit... never mind sends
you to A+E as your overall systems are compromised.
Anyway the next two paragraphs, or points are the wrong way
around really, as the grand finale is this one now: reasons never again to countenance a non Tory
vote. Not only do the ‘caring’ lefties never even hint that bubbling up pre
2020 was a good thing for you, society – especially at an economic fiscal
policy level, when there is no ambulance to rush you off after the stubbed toe,
and a roomie or whomsoever may be needed.
As was always the case, in reality. Prior southern atomised money. Never mind a real effective ‘green’ policy. They
do something far more evil. A word reserved only for evil. They imply there is some ‘caring’ all in it
together society. As do all their PR agents, people like churchy spokespeople
on radio 4, or idiots like Russell Brand, podcasting from his expensive gaff in
the sunshine with a huge garden no doubt.
I myself happened to appoint myself to a homespun support
role for a few people from May 2020. Actually quite a few. Some recent arrivals
to the region (showing i am not a hateful prejudiced person taking it out on
the ‘problem’); and then tragically it
became evident that a fair few people –
middle aged, parents in the main, whom had earlier occasional problematic
self-poisoning behaviours, were getting a LOT worse summer 2020. I can most
professionally organise standard ‘rescue’ missions. I.e. create a small network
to tough-love someone towards the better treatment and even rehab services.
This is a truly major operation in riral areas where there are no even half
decent counsellors for many miles.
So what. But what was interesting and very accurately
chronicled by myself, was as the year went along i would have a range of
‘well’ people i would be speaking with regularly about how to assist those in a
mess. Yes even the considerable amount of churchy folk i know some years.
And not one person
ever did ANYthing real to even offer to go and pick up the monthly shop for
some old person living next door in the old folks retirement park... (that is a requirement for ordinary existence
as sadly a 20 mile run to Aldi is required to arbitrage the cost of that
against astronomical London deli prices in even the local Coop. And delis that
have multiplied to serve the ex Londoners at London prices, in the main)
I know. For miles and miles no one did a thing. Ok maybe one
person did. But libraries remain as good as closed. “services” as good as do
not exist. Hay-on-Wye NHS dentist even closed last year as they were too lazy
and greedy to renew their NHS franchise.
The only thing i find actually interesting the last two
years is the absolute wasteland of no
actual ‘community’. Despite what careerist liars state on the so called ‘media’
Even here where it’s on every tourist
brochure and estate agents particulars
ever produced – lovely ‘community’.
I am sure there will have been some street in London or
Bristol where neighbours had never before even acknowledged the existence of
their neighbours over many a year, and at last in the glorious slow down had
managed the odd chat at their front door or on their daily wander of their
neighbourhood 2020 and into 21, and occasionally may well have shared the
sleeping pills they all need just to be
vaguely human, someone having run out, and there huddled in their porches, out of the
fabulous 100 days of unbroken sunshine from spring 2020 feeding each other pills pointing out the
latest rainbow pictures coloured in by children stuck inside colouring rainbows
in for days on end rather than being let outside to get some
colour....scientifically proven to boost immunity.
But it is the absolute fantasy that ‘community’ sprit was
reenergised. The left, the BBC and other
centrist media spreading that evil virus... to make themselves feelgood when
everyone i know for miles and especially the single people, except for myself,
felt fuckin awful about themselves and everyone else.... alone and miserable.
And living a lie – makes one ill. Facts please – it varies between maybe four
times more and ten times more according to which study and sane assessment, one
is reading but UK has far far far more mental health problems than those nasty Europeans.
Living in a theme park makes you sick.
Very. We knew that about forty years ago from the great culture of the time. And another little fact even if myself i dont
like rather bolshie steroid guzzling types, frankly not that bright, and very
bullnecked, Mister Rogan apparently gets “ten times more audience than CNN
nowadays”. Not only is no one going to take him off, he is reality. And his not
very intelligent very ‘blokey’
interviews of certain medics were in fact done surprisingly well, bless
his steroid filled cotton socks. Or he will be on some ‘superfood ‘ supplement
if not the actual hard damaging drug. That folk like him simply normalise in society by just living.
Anyway the fraud theme park of community action and support the
‘left’ suggest may exist in their positioning , be part of any even medium term
future for the British society, i know and have a gorgeous megga chronicle
about these last two but seven years really, is far more dangerous that even Herr Sunak’s slash and burn policies if quite wrongly (for
the “bottom third”) he became the next Boris. It takes a LONG time for people
to really change. And the beautiful
examples i have stacked up of no one doing anything for anyone ever never mind
a hell of a lot of “im alright Jack [cos my housing benefit is still paid]”
among the bottom 1/3 ..fuck off why should i help you move yourn sofa in have a can to drink at10am........is a beautiful
Homeric poem of a thing...
I do not know what the solution is. But i do know that no
one in the Labour / Green / Novara media type self publicist digeratti twitterati generation even know what reality
is. And it is reality that kills people. Or my ferrets.
And now for something far more fun even if linked to the
above and it should have been the precursor paragraphs.
Having had a wonderful 2020 and even if completely
unsuccessful in various little social work operations – cos no one else ever
carried through virtue signalled interest...
except for one simply unimaginably little coven / gatheration
operation... happiest winter of life 2020 /1.... cos... i got children to
smile....and one mother did join me in my totally honourable scientifically methodological
work supporting one or two in person, in her house.......who didnt deserve to
be supported they were such a financial con artist....
But ‘mutual benefit’ is such a deeply interesting concept...
Anyway a year... i had free use of some land...(fully quid
pro quo – with many witnesses i brought in to monitor no nasty gossip please
she gets far more back from me than what was offered my way....indeed even she
admitted i saved her rancid old life...autumn 2020.... )
Except it was for sharing.
The most lovely five acres imaginable. South facing, surrounded by
woodland sheltered and flowerful.
Sharing meaning i would not adopt it unless there were a few
with me to enjoy and use it as a small
group – or at least a couple of friends...
Now, the reason for going about my waffle this way around,
rather than stating at the end in grand finale i would be far more likely to
believe the dating profile of a Cummings (Ayn Rand disciple) fan, or Steve
Bannon disciple or red blooded Tory Mistress of The local Hunt, is to state i
have ‘credentials’. One extremely gossipy mean old bag who states at least some of the time i saved her
life (living alone totally isolated all of a sudden i provided her a family and
smiles and fitness), i also adopted as fabulous occasional sidekick an even
gossipier (but in a fine and funny very human way) local mother very well known
and popular. Centre of the ‘community’ – the pay-as-you-go variety meaning
‘classes’. Only richer people attend.
But forget that, we did, while everything was closed for
months – it was a privilege and delight only to spend time with her kids
mentoring them in one fringe aspect of being healthily outdoors on that land. All
winter 2020/1. Sadly though they only ever had a few hours to spare week. But
talk about the best person for 20 miles to ‘vouch’ for one.
So yes – cautiously at first i advertised use of this land with us. Free, Never a dime need be spent. Pure mutual aid. Grow veg; walk your dog; learn about animals with us. Even do your yoga there in genuine tranquillity if you must. Or use it for a small outdoor home schooling group – we will help bring nature to the kids.
Gradually over a year, a few face
to face sharings of this; then some people met in the past or trusted on their
facebooks. And even rolling it out in a looser form later on. Several said they would come and have a look.
Not even the manners to state they had changed their mind, or were too
drunk all week to walk up the road to say that. No one.... a simply glorious
healthy lovely five acres... easy access. Not one person could countenance
despite their facebooks being full of how they loved ‘nature’ actually sharing
a bit of it with us. Categorically communal, loosely collective - just a few... quiet sensitive in tune with
nature folk and kids if possible.
Give up....
But what a chronicle of reality it will make one day (up
until late autumn 2021 only, all new people after that ;point...i had already
given up they are not for one second part of anything). And it is nothing about
a bug. It is about the complete and utter Thatcherite self advantage and
obsessively everyone sat at home fretting about how they can be a zoom
entrepreneur rather than have time to be part of even a rural communal
thingumy..... truth.
So, give up. Only fools or very personality disordered folk,
flog a very dead horse.
But there is one true comedy.
Officially approved ‘bubbles’ euphemism if we lived in a sane society for “winter commin you’ll be
warmer and spending less on the leccy if its two cuddled up on the sofa...” plus other things aforementioned (like it being
scientifically proven a way to delay elderly memory issues – being part of
society even if you don’t like him very much and he snores – the battle between
the sexes keeps you at least a live a bit... never mind viable...
Anyway that’s all very well but when you even have a free 5
acres of paradise..... well why not. Long long heard of
the site where Good Life types go and look for someone to
rot together in their shared compost heap. Or that’s what their PR implied for
years and sort of still does.
https://www.consciousdatingnetwork.com/
yank fraudsters defrauding the world from some hotbed of
fake Buddhist vipers somewhere actually in all likelihood like Bombay where the
serfs are cheap.
So you join ‘greensingles’ and your mugshot actually appears
on and is 99 times out of 100 clicked on by someone on spiritual mumbo jumbo
dotcom... but of course it isn’t quite like that. They are the wealthier (they
imply) mindfulness yoga and all sorts of
clever dick sounding ‘reiki’ energy counselling services etc types...
“hmmm...”
“oh well i have five gorgeous acres and they all SAY in
their profiles they chose to be out in nature... what the heck lets
industrially plough through as many as
possible and find out if even one actually means this bit of their profile –
the bit that one can at least understand what it means...”
And i have lived 20 + years unfortunately among the Guardian Mindfulness colour supplement
infestation of immigrants lot..i have had to get on with, so generally am able
to tread through that minefield and at least pretend some interest.... and
occasionally chime sincerely “balance in all things,........ sister... i don’t actually know any mindful or
supposedly nature loving types that came to my Guardian approved region, who do actually balance it by balancing the
fifty quid a week of dubious Holford supplements with even five hours a week
walking in nature for free real actual health.... but maybe i will have found
her in you...” which one cannot actually
say as its far far far too ‘judgemental’ and threatening....so one puts it a
different way ...
“as you are recovering from your allergy, fancily now
termed autoimmune disorder getting the
dole or sickpay or miscellaneous co morbidities as you say lucky you didnt
die.... of [not walking in nature] i shall be delighted to waddle along with
you up the occasional not very steep hill... you will return to ‘wellness’ one
day....sister....[even if i am crtainly no Byron fan] “
Never of course adding “if you can ever get off your
computer ALL NIGHT bossing others about their way of life... or assuming stuff
about them. and making yourself iller being on a computer all night....i can look folk up or as some may term it idiotically, stalk by Facebook and did see just how many 3 am posts the last few days.... about healthy living supplements i bet you are on a commission to post..."
Needless to say this did not go well. Except what a
thrillingly interesting inside look (and recording of everything) for a ...
well ... i think society does need that book one day.
However.... i never give up. And even can subcontract. And even if the whole of medical madness
syndrome an objective observer observed arising in yankland 35 years ago on first
visit - The adverts everywhere for some product or other snake oil.... I mean
they didn’t ‘need’ aromatherapy that it seemed every unemployable ex dolly bird
in the uk got into as an entrepreneur, as they already didnt have enough time free to sign up to
those sessions as well, so busy endlessly shopping to fill up the drug cabinets
with yet more piles of useless fraud products.... that make you iller.
Especially when the stress of not being able to afford them any more when some
nice traditional ‘life event’ like all
the nasty landlords for miles putting rents up MORE THAN EVER mid May 2020!
...comes along and kicks that false
crutch from under your miserable limpid existence...
(but you cannot mention that to the zero waste reduce reuse recycle slightly vegan lot or they will of course accuse you of arranging for it to be killed...)
So ... what a wasted 6 months free sharing of several fabulous areas of land dont have to share a tent just be absolutely everything you say in your profile you are and want to be.... in fact you can go and meet the lady who will pass over the land quite independent of me....
Nope... largest cohort of mad lost sad people ever.... and by the sound of it quite a few will be running your counselling and other care based services.....i would run for the hills if i were you....
So....
As i signed out and GOT MY MONEY BACK...... for 3 months of
me being defrauded by a fake organisation with fake honeypots...that in fact is infested
with identity fraudsters as well – i reckon higher rate than average these
sites... none of whom even owned a pair of wellies never mind ever intended to
walk in the mud a few weeks after
disconnection along pops what at first was assumed as an identity theft scam
email along with all the others.... (my
my how fascinating one or two even nearly had me fooled... the Bristol, one was
the best, genuine occasional erection even... until her investment proposition
so subtly arrived one day... in the shape of the cool new t-shirt she had just
bought with an anti-lockdown message very expensive “hey i may put a grand in
this new company myself their t-shirts
are so so cool..”
I missed a bit and this is the sincere bit, though many
dozens of clearly rich husband shoppers so as they could carry on affording Mr
Holford’s absurd expensive con products (The Guardian did once reveal to us
with pictures of a £60 con energy thingummy you put round your neck but it mysteriously
cannot be found hmmmm) were put through the mill, there was one sincere aspect to always fake
profiles – astonishing how the ‘spiritual’
millions do not seem to think it is ‘spiritual’ telling the truth..or at
least putting up a photo taken within the last decade... especially all the
Californian grannies.... But there was
one uniting factor and i hate all bullnecked Bannonish bullshit – but iot was
astonishing how quite well informed every single person on these sites was
about being very very careful about a new medical technology. And almost al;l
in fact all would never use the word ‘anytivax’. No one spoke of MMR. It was
quite rightly a fairly well presented
approach to any sane person enshrining the precautionary principle (unless on Mr
Holfords supplements ruining your finances of course or bullshit 500 quid a day
mindfulness retreats..)
And none of DOZENS of females (i assume though i bet at
least 25% were hairy Russian male convicts)
joshed with interviewed even a few zoomed with... have influenced me whatsoever. Every word i
spout or write was already fixed in my thick head mid May 2020. As all the
locals know as i would nicely mutter every word here every one...
Except one sentence i had to hide from the 90% not very spiritual babes: “i couldn’t give a
fig ...my heath supreme... all winter rambling hills with nags and kids and old
women even.....and in rteal life only care about maybe having to respond to a
call ‘dad in Berlin bad pill...can you get on a train..or bus if you can only
afford National Express... they say queues for the unvaxed...are you done?...if
so only you can get here in time before they XXX ‘....” oh the second sentence,
my health was better than ever before on my life so much extra walking 2020,
spring 2021.... and i so couldn't give a
fig about any prick i even chatted up my jabber as she jabbed.... they
commented i wish they were all as fun as him... which i was until a week after
second dose when i have not been so ill for ...ever actually...as i remained
for four months....almost completely incapacitated... but i know where the
goalposts are and i would still do the same as i need to be able to leave
this country and if unvaxed it is made so much more expensive surreptitiously
which it will be..[obvious from MARCH 2021] .i have no choice... and anyway i
do NOT speak about my own personal medical status thanks very much why should i
just cos of a bug...but why i couldnt get back to work and pay my rent... but i
would not have my life one second different....for a range of reasons...
What is actually truly fascinating, i wasn’t going to
mention but as i chuck this down non stop now (no aforethought) is how the
handful of those men - always the men...
friends many years... intelligent sceptics who would share Drs Malone Mccullough
etc from late 2020 even when i told them tp stop wasting my time i am fine
thanks and getting on with life... on sharing with them 97% likelihood a random
bad long lasting side effect... and why i had not even thought about having a
jab or not –the need to always be available top ones child no matter what, at first they accepted this entirely as they
know me as only child focused.... but gradually a few months on i would be
almost attacked as one of the fools who got a jab almost part of the problem in
their eyes... and these are face top face people i had known long years and
all 2020 they largely chimed “forget over exaggerated new medical pathogen get
healthy and rest life along healthier balanced principles...”who cares where its
from and what the government think...anywhere.. what is the REAL psychological good that could
come from this for us...?”
Anyway there’s no point even thinking i wonder if anyone
would pay for that 10 chapters i a bookform.
Pure chronicling. Pure Montaigne. Right from mid March 2020. and there
are all sorts of bits i will not be able to add until i have exiled myself from
what also turned out to be a racist bigoted region. How many times did i hear
“ohhh its the blacks you know that ...spread it...” if i added in the names of
people uttering that ...well...i would have to run for the hills... crying, as
in fact io fairly often did at such fraud – the Guardian type pretence that
regions like this are full of decent people. Fraud. Needless to say there are about 5 ‘blacks’
within 20 miles. And i know pretty much who each one is.
Anyway..... back to simpler thesis. All those spiritual; and
‘aware’ and awakened’ ladies at a time when ‘community’ and ...hmmm....manners
maybe are forefront around the world.... “be kind” on the tannoy every time i wander in to my local fraud deli
prices coop... nope....what a gorgeous poem litany of utter fraudsters unable
to connect action with words they may use... never mind have any manners. Nor
sense, someone with whom one intelligently disengages (white lies are allowed) is
far more likely of course to remain entirely civil with you. Seems they don’t teach
that in how to be a woman 101 these days...
except in a few European countries. Where of course they have far less
in the way of mental health disaster.
Never mind other even more fatal disasters.
Nothing to do with me i only ever smile at women being
idiots. Or acting like 3 year olds. Seemingly almost always both if you are on
conscious dating network hahh hahhh pull other other one dotcom...
Except for one......who
i do believe will actually follow through what she alone stated ... tat
she may indeed like refuge, exile from her nutcase land... where she has been
working screwing ashram attendees for a couple of grand a week... (at least 4
or 5 so so so so sincere vaccine sceptic women in great fear of their lives in
countries like Italy and Canada had at some great cost to self ....time....
waffle don months about the wish for assisted exile...here by me... and then
just disappeared one day not even a goodbye..... funny old world....of lost old
women pretending to be children...)
Anyway the spam slightly fraudulent email.... an older woman.... have a natter with her....i have a friend he has
truly fallen to bits may like you....i have been trying for seven years to fix
him up with a companion because thats what we used to DO for each other in
rural lands... steal one cent of his half a mil he covets so much he wouldn't
even offer me 10p of shower water....his funeral.... it will be your funeral lassie....cctv hidden
everywhere even inside the toilet....inside his fridge where he stores his
absurd and illegal ivermectin if that’s what its called...
And my my.... she has a sense of humour! She gets every
word.... never mind is about to dish the dirt in tandem with me on the utter
self pitying fruitbat madness her (volunteer at in return for use of 100 acres
parkland) .... ‘ashram’.... continued with from 2020 when she sought refuge
there...in uk she would sue for modern day slavery... trapped..made to work for food only.... not
even a slice of the 2 grand a week a few mad NY nutters were paying for their
‘awakening’ ... no furniture included...
Oh how lovely it will be to hear her tales, too....of
reality.
The problem is that extreme examples never make good
policy - be that personal or further
afield policy. Its the petty absolute self obsessed small things people must now
forever do which mean they are sniffy about any normal person and will always
now default to no way ever do we have rural solidarity...fellowship... mutual
aid.... nope/...all finished now for good. New Labour won – a decade or more
ago... The Tories think they are in charge. Well that’s how dumb they are.
Indeed every single word above is as good as out of the
cheatbook of how to be Tony Blair.... pretend you care...pretend you are a
goodie...pretend your ‘religion’ is a good thing....did i say i have superb
recorded chronicles of every religious official for miles stating they did
actually nothing whatsoever ever for anyone ever during 2020 and it
continues... not one of them.
Blairism is UK... no matter how many parties you have. Or
votes.
Now...back to reality, having riffed upon reality. It is
astonishing quite momentous, all those folk known for years not one even
offered any storage, never mind asked where the ferrets will live next, or what
i have managed to do with ... the library.... as they all know collected together years for
a literary lass maybe one day to use to just about keep her human..... one may
dream on...
Methinks time to give away.... shame ten years hard toil
went into this but truth all these Guardian types never even read a decent book
themselves....why of course they are all Tony Blair...and all they know
is....spin..... not ever able to think of anything real that may possibly
change things for any better. Cos that’s doing real things in reality... which just now and again good fiction can help
make us self analyse what we are really about as we go about... their theme
park. One prominent ringmaster,
many years personally known to myself,
to whom it was most carefully explained in a few paragraphs half a decade ago
“Mister Blair....now the only interesting thing that has happened in uk this
century is he was dishonest about one thing, being not wishing to put up taxes
all the housing getting unaffordable he did a ruse and created vote harvesting
ruse ‘tax credits’ which is government
hand out to the bottom 1/3 in lieu of not putting up taxes as any sane society
always had ... ok well not that awful even if loads of paperwork... but Dear
Associate editor of The Independent...
The Tories made it clear they were all but cancelling that system with no
other option on the menu for the several million, and rising in our ‘gig
economy’ , numbers of self employed in the bottom third...serious situation
especially in rural ;lands where even higher proportions are self employed and
not very well off... serious stuff Mister.....why are none of you journalist
ever able to focus in on this truly megga cut ...? ” . .
“I dont get it....despite my Eton education i can read and
you are talking rubbish... there is no issue here... dont email me any more...
goodbye after 20 years of loose acquaintanceship...”
“funny thing Mister Newspaperman... Ritchie first thing he
did when pandemic came along was remove the ‘minimum income floor’ which was
the fancy speak for stopping tax credit for the self employed.... ehhmmm maybe
i was ‘right’... bit of a draconian change you lot had refused to ever take any
notice of...i mean Ritchie made a big deal of it..... still all but suspended
that MIF now... “
Silence
I am so glad i shall
be leaving soon. They do not even warrant the word ‘journalist’ nor does any
Ash from Novara with all her big words for, Tories cutting tax credits (AND THUS PASSPORT TO HOUSING NENEFIT THEY
ALWAYS NEEDED TOO!!!!) for a large chunk of the population really is quite a big deal.... cos its the
housing payments that matter. Always did always have. Nope seems that
‘campaigning’ ‘lefty’ jounos cannot even manage to get their much instragrammed
heads around that rather simple matter. Too boring i guess, to talk of what
matters to the greatest number of the less well off. Housing payments. That we
have had for about fifty years and need more than ever. If one has several
extremely good ‘excuses’ no one can ever argue with (as i do for 5+ years) why one may need a bit of housing cost
assistance ( they do have u=in USA also its just included in the one lump sum ‘welfare’
amount ... seems our journalists cannot even manage to understand that
extremely simple difference in system that amounts to exactly the same net assistance
benefit....
I am so glad to be leaving soon.
But what about these!?
please note there is NO paypal donate button, NO patreon. no adverts though in fact one video waffle may have an advert tagged on by youtube as it features a jolly good ditty written about it all "Amazin grace all the way to the Swiss bank " particularly poignant...
and neither are there any begging bowls on free actual mindfulness and learning about something real https://www.wonkyquantum.com/
for which i wandered these weary lands putting up "free mindfulness" notices in bus shelters if you can't beet em join em half of December no one bothered to look up....
though if someone really did want to assist in some proper journalism: exactly how much taxpayer break money and rates reduction do the so called Christian churches that have infested even these lands (disco churches - 'evangelical' / 'charismatic') benefit from when they did absolutely nothing at all for two years to help the 'community' except go on Start The week a few months ago lying and spinning that they "help the community" i would ;love a hand working on that and a corner of a greenhouse to sit working away at it but am so bored i need a partner in crime.... apply below...oops i dont think there is any contact info....oh well there is a box on unloved ferret central, above...
Actually healthy computer use - at least get up where you can get some natural uv when the sun comes out, even in January and as a jolly good Tory i shall say tough titties if you are stuck down, there
