#fuck you ukgov
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i will never forgive the DWP for denying my benefits, mmoney i could’ve used towards a powered wheelchair or medical bills (my private insurance wont cover my chronic condition) like my life could be slightly better than now but the rats working for the government guard it’s money like it’s theirs
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what can we as citizens do about ukgov trying to block this bill? obviously sturgeon will oppose this move but can we do anything to help? email mps and msps? ive not got a clue what i'd say if i'm honest. i suppose organise and attend protests? regardless of ppls views on the bill itself, this is an attack on scotland as a whole and i hope the rest of the country sees it that way but i'm not confident they will.
Be passionate as fuck about independence - we need to get out the UK.
If you’re weren’t pro-independence until this news - email your MSP and MP whether they are a unionist or pro-independence and tell them this is what has caused you to change your position.
Support and vote for independence parties (SNP and Greens)
Be vocal in your support and be sure to get your friends as passionate about it as you are.
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so, our government have just announced our new COVID restrictions, and that every area of England is shifting into “high alert” or “very high alert” with the exception of literally three zones (isle of wight, isles of scilly, and cornwall), let’s see what big changes are in store!!
... ok I mean it is debatable how many of these count as restrictions rather than “we’ll call this a restriction but ultimately leave the details up to the individual thereby washing our hands of the responsibility” but there’s at least some variance between supposedly very high alert and medium alert areas so that’s something (?)
right so these are if nothing else more familiar in how empty they are as government guidelines. how can you have a restriction of over 1000 people at any given event and then tag on “social contact limits apply” ?????? so you’re encouraged to gather and sit in close proximity to others indoors for extended periods of time but it’s all fine because you’re not socialising? and the pub guidelines are just.... ukgov you do know you’re not supposed to take policy advice from the fucking inbetweeners? “I’ve got a roast so I’m good to have a pint” jesus christ.
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PEOPLE WILL REALLY BE SO FUCKING IGNORANT ABOUT PERSONALITY DISORDERS ALL BECAUSE "NARRCISIST" HAS BEEN USED AS AN INSULT FOR YEARS AND GIVEN A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DEFINITION BY PEOPLE WITHOUT PERSONALITY DISORDERS. LIKE ITS WILD. YOU LIVE LIKE THIS? COMPLETELY UNCRITICAL ABOUT THE PROPAGANDA AMD BIGORTY YOU'VE BEEN FED? LIKE ALL YOUR LIFE YOU'VE HEARD ABOUT HOW BAD THEY ARE BUT THEN WHEN YOU'RE TOLD "THIS IS A SERIOUS MENTAL ILLNESS PEOPLE SUFFER FROM" YOU DON'T STEP BACK? YOU DON'T CLUE IT IN THAT THESE PEOPLE ARE STIGMATIZED??? EMBARRASSING AND IGNORANT. HOPE THE FUCKER GETS WELL SOON.
LITERALLY LITERALLY. what can we expect from someone who likes southpark, licks ukGov boots and was on 4chan. they have MAJOR brainrot
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I No Longer Have Any Idea...
What’s going on in the UK.
I’m Scots. Left Scotland because UKgov, via Brexit, wouldn’t let my disabled (received income from his native Belgium, me included on it as carer so we cost UK gov zero) remain in the UK, even BEFORE Brexit occured, because NOBODY took those in receipt of disability incomes from their own nations in Europe who lived in the UK into account in the WA.
So, we live in the Republic of Ireland now (best move we ever made and wish I’d done it sooner tbh) and I’ve just read in an Irish magazine that the UKgov is deploying ARMED drones over civilian airspace. Armed drones. With things called Protector bombs and (I forget the name) missiles.
Armed. Fucking. Drones.
They *say* it’s for “security reasons” but isn’t everything UKgov does that threatens the safety and actual security of the people that make up the UK that...?
Security, my arse.
I give up trying to figure out WHY the English people keep voting Tories into power, who, unless you’re stinking rich or titled, will beat you into the ground with austerity and punishing, cruel, KILLING policies.
I give up trying to figure out WHY the Scottish people haven’t fucking DEMANDED of Nicola Bloody Sturgeon they, as a Sovereign folks (unlike the english, whose Parliament is Sovereign) take their freedom and turn their backs on Westminster and tell them to get to fuck, Scotland’s going their own way. No more oil revenues (95% btw), no more higher-than-the-english taxes (by 8% if I remember right) and no more re branding of Scots produce with the Union flag and sold abroad as “British” (including Scotch whisky and, of all things, haggis...seriously!)
But for the people of Scotland to allow Westminster to deploy armed drones over civilian airspace, no matter WHAT stupid reason UK MOD gives out, is insane.
We grieved at the loss of our respective countries (because, I’m Scots born and bred and Frans, my hubs, is Belgian, and the Belgians wouldn’t even give me residency when we asked for it before Brexit...I was treated as a test case “post Brexit “Brit”)
But no more. If the Scots want this kind of shit, they’re on their own with it. If they’re ok with it, even more so. I can’t speak for the English. All I know is, if it wasn’t for them voting for Brexit my family wouldn’t have just gone through the worst three years of our lives.
In the end, we’re here in Ireland. It’s not ruled by England and, despite what some folks think, no, it’s not ruled by the EU either.
Know how I know that?
The EU will NEVER refuse to let a country walk away from that union if that’s what they choose.
Contrast: England consistently refuses to let Scotland leave what is *supposed* to be a “precious union of equals”. Flat out refuses.
Because Scottish cash keeps England afloat.
Armed. Fucking. Drones.
Get yer heid roond thon, Scotland. And if ye’re ok wi’ it, ye’ll deserve a’ ye’ve got coming tae ye.
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When The World Goes Mad...
Like, when Macron wants to make Europe a nuclear power...feck’s sake, I already lived through *one* Cold War, mister! Or when the UKgov sets armed drones over civilian airspace. Or, just, Brexit, which, y’know, almost split up my wee family and forced us to move not just from one country, but two (though, if I’d known how beautiful Ireland was before I’d have given in and done it sooner, but nope, spent two years fighting a losing war and have the scars to prove it ) or like when the only news seems to be nothing but bad news (I used to make a point of ignoring the news..memo to self: start doing that again)
Well, then, I try to look on the bright side. Go on, admit it, you’ve got *that* bloody song stuck in your head now, haven’t ye, har!
I’m still alive, for one thing. And there’ve been times I almost wasn’t. Quite a few, actually. Like with an ex who tried to electrocute me by rewiring the washing machine. No, that sounds like it should be in a comedy show but it’s true, sadly. The shock I got threw me back against a worktop, almost broke my back (clear across the room) and I couldn’t move one of my arms for almost a month, but I survived. Obviously.
Or the multiple times my stupid heart arrhythmia put me in intensive care due to reacting to general anaesthetic..which is one reason I don’t want another operation. Ever.
But, aye, I lived through the Cold War. The first one, that is. As a young woman with a baby, I was amongst those living with a dual mindset (and *this* is a prime example of how incredibly easily folks are manipulated by media....) of having a brother in law in the Forces who admitted if the bombs dropped, we’d ALL be fecked. And of being a member of CND, going on the rallies, baby on hip, attending the meetings and watching the banned MOD vids that showed (diluted, as it turns out) the horrors of nuclear war and it’s aftermath. We were terrified the bomb was going to drop almost every day, more so with Reagan and Thatcher (may the auld bitch rest in whatever hell she’s in. I hope it’s a scalding one) in charge.
But also, we watched films. The eighties was the era of the Post Apocalyptic movie. A media designed defiance against the misery of total annihilation. Films showing the event itself and how a brave wee band of survivors armed themselves to the teeth with whatever they could, scavenged whatever they could find and built Mad Max type cars and trikes to keep “the enemy Hordes” at bay. Or where the event had already happened and a few plucky survivors crossed the wastelands, in search of a patch of land that was somehow miraculously untouched by radiation, mutations, deaths and starvation and disease etc.
All good adventurous fun. And when you’re young and healthy enough, you *do* fall for it. A lot of the music of the day also echoed the “Live life to the full, it might end tomorrow” feeling we lived with.
Then we grew up and many of us realised how damn close we came to blowing our stupid fucking heads to bits....
So to hear someone like Macron advise that Europe should be a nuclear superpower, well...let’s just say, I’d prefer a return to the original Cold War. There was, somehow, a weird, if twisted kind of “innocence” about it that isn’t here now.
Sometimes, it seems like the world has gone mad. Much of this has to do with the instant access to news and events (not always true, and usually always skewed from one particular recorder’s viewpoint, or outright lying) so, here I am on social media advising digital detoxes every now and again.
(Not that I think anyone’s actually reading this blog, but, ahem, if you *do* them’s my words)
Because the world is more than strife and fear, crushing hatred and war. The world is also family and friends, landscape and urban curiosities, the world has people in it who ARE willing to listen to others when they need to talk (I’m one of those btw..anyone wanna talk? I have ears. And I listen well.)
I haven’t had a comfortable or easy life. To tell it all would bore the feck outta folks and take hours. I’ve stared death in the face quite a few times and feared for my bairns’ lives (which is worse than anything), I’ve been homeless and starving (I once managed to survive an entire week *and* go to work potato picking on one dried packet of spaghetti..no sauce...but I was young and tough then) and I’ve been suicidal, particularly lately due to Brexit and the effect it had on my family. I’m losing my sight, my lungs are packing up and my heart’s giving me hell too, thanks body for packing up just when I’d like to appreciate life more...
But I’m glad to be living. In spite of the swamp of fear-creating news (nobody else think somehow, a lot of it is deliberate, designed to keep us, to borrow a word from Watership Down, “thrawn”? Trapped in the headlights of the oncoming car...) well, in spite of it all, life is good. And nobody knows if we get another chance at it. No, I’m not preaching..I’ve been there when hope seems like a forbidden dream and the only way out is to walk into darkness. I’m glad now I didn’t.
Because I think of the pain my daughter and husband would feel. Because I’d miss times like this, when I sit beside a warm fire and it’s quiet indoors, but the rain lashes the windows and the wind makes the trees sing like banshees. Because although I’m going blind, I can *still* see enough to watch the goldfinches eat grass seeds in the bramble thorns, and can still see (when they’re close enough) the gulls wheel inshore to shelter from storms at sea.
When the world seems like it’s going crazy, I retract into myself and turn to the things I know the madness can’t touch...making a hearty meal for those I love, keeping clean, crisp sheets on comfortable beds, tending the bright, warm fire, throwing my arms around my exuberant Border Collie, Bran (named for one of Fionn Mac Cumhaill’s hunting hounds of old Irish lore) and having him just be so happy to be fussed, so loving, so loyal. Small things. Old fashioned things. Comfort blanket things. Treasures that too many folks in the world don’t have access to...
When I was young, I did my activist stint. Back then, we made zero difference. I learned governments will do whatever the fuck they want no matter what the people say en masse. Proof of that? Cameron, May, Johnson. Trump. Countless others. I was never a pacifist. I believe if you or your family is threatened, words won’t stop what’s coming...you have to fight. Even if you lose, you *have* to fight.
I did, for two years, and lost. And we’re still wounded. But it worked out alright for us regardless.
So the point of all this rambling? When the world’s going mad, turn away from it. There’s no shame in hiding from it, because unless you *can* change anything, all it will do is eat you up and spit you out, destroyed, body, heart and soul.
Sometimes the only thing we can do is live our lives the best way we can. And if enough of us did that, maybe then things might change. Me, I have to leave activism to the young these days. I hope they have as much fight in them as we had back in the eighties, campaigning against the likes of Cruise Missiles and on behalf of Greenpeace etc. We did what we could, even when we knew it wasn’t enough.
But NEVER be ashamed if you can’t be part of that. If all you want to do is hide away from the madness. Be proud, instead, of living a life you choose to, and of living it well. Because others see that. And what others see, they often emulate.
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