Friday, October 09, 2015

The loneliness of the long distance swimmer.

The loneliness of the long distance swimmer.

I admire those that attempt to swim the channel. I admire them, as I have been trying to swim it for years.
The initial push into the cold deep sea, with an immeasurable distance before you, and that is only the horizon, and you know quite clearly that there will be many horizons in front, a distance so vast, so huge, that only the mad would attempt it. You are critised even from the outset, and throughout you are told to give it up.
Yet you push off, into the cold, cold waters. Very quickly, a little too quickly the waves rise, the current begins to push you back, but you push and push and you reach what you believe to be that first horizon.  You feel elated, you feel as if you can conquer, and you again begin the reach for the next horizon. You don't get far, the waves are bigger here, you find yourself rising and falling so fast, so much, your head goes under, you gasp, yet you still have strength to propel yourself forward.
And so it goes.
Then you slow down, your arms are tired, you cannot hear the voices anymore, only your own breath, the waves still move you and throw you, but you are numb, you are numb.
This dream  seems to go on forever, up down, back and forth, back and forth.
Then you look up, you see a light on the horizon, you hear a distant cry, a  voice. You fight again, you fight to get to that horizon, you go further under, you are tossed wildly up and around, but now you have a direction, you have a wild feeling, a new energy.
Steady, steady steady, you plough on, you ride the waves, you feel  their rhythm, and you know them. Then you see the land, still a long long way, could be an illusion you tell yourself, but it's still the right way, the right direction. You know you can and will get there, but now is not the time for celebration, the sea is a hard place, and you must keep your wits about you.
Plod on, keep on.

Tuesday, October 06, 2015

Tory conference

Tory conference.
So the triumphant pig fucking, champagne swilling cunt motherfuckers are meeting to guffaw at their victory. Be afraid, be very afraid. The next 5 years will be aimed at undoing everything that was gained in the decades after the second world war, when returning soldiers and the women who had been working to the bone had decided they were fed up being fucked up the arse by the ruling classes. Thatcher began the dismantling of the state, the selling off of all the peoples' property. The privatisation of key industries was criminally completed on the cheap, benefitting only those already in power, a mass redistribution of wealth to the rich, and still it continues. The Tories don't care about you, you are oiks, cannon fodder, the unwashed. They managed to bribe and trick the last generation into believing they were stake holders, they too could share the wealth, by selling them their own shitty council houses in their shitty council estates in their shitty towns, those houses weren't the fucking government's to sell! Those houses were never replaced and now there is the worst housing crisis in 60 years. But hey ho, it kept the oiks happy and persuaded them to vote Tory. As they slash the armed forces and decimate the police, they have proven they don't care if you are stabbed or murdered as you walk down the street by the ever growing homeless. They don't care as you bleed to death as you wait for an ambulance that doesn't come, or in the E.R. as the NHS can no longer employ enough doctors or nurses.
Freedom, justice? Your right to a defence lawyer has gone, your right to legal aid when you are raped or beaten has gone, your right to any form of legal aid has gone. You can't buy insurance for that, at least you can use your house to pay.
A right to education! Don't be fucking stupid, watch those fees go up and up, you will spend your life paying back that shit. Unemployed, maybe your steel works closed down as the bastards invited Chinese companies to do the work, As a 50 year old, highly skilled steel worker you have tried to get a job in Mcdonalds and Starbucks...but can't. Now you can't afford school uniforms for your kids or school meals, or bus fares, which have all been cut by your council, your kids are therefore excluded from school and you are up in court without a lawyer.  Protecting the local economy, then why are most of the shops empty and why doesn't Amazon pay enough tax?
The middle classes are managed, thrown the odd bone , just enough to throw the stupid fuckers off what is really happening and appeal to their vanity. The poor are thrown to the lions, our town centres and sprawling suburbs will soon make the world of Mad Max look like Butlins.
Welcome to Tory heaven, if you voted for them, then fuck you, you get what you deserve, you will be fucked like a pig.