Heroes and Morons

When I see the depths that our society in this country have stooped to over the last few nights, it shames me to say I’m British.
I know in my heart that most normal citizens in this country will be as shocked and upset by the level of mindless violence and thievery that we have witnessed.
These morons have no regard for other people or their property, they laugh at the polices inability to act to stop them, and no doubt most of those arrested will be released without charge. WHY?
I will tell you. The government in this country have watered down all of our public sector services including the police to the point that when something like this happens they have neither the numbers or the equipment to be able to respond. Last year the home secretary Teresa May went on record to state that “We can cut police budget without risking violent unrest”. Um, bollocks Mrs May because it just happened in London and the only reaction I saw from the police was one of fear that they were outnumbered maybe 10 to 1, had insufficient equipment to deal with the level of violence being aimed at them and also they all seemed frightened to actually do anything to these wankers.
That I want to make clear is not a criticism of the men and women of our police force because I will back them up in the way they dealt with it all. This namby pamby, eco-mentalist, tree hugging government is so bloody afraid of what Brussels and the bunch of muppet’s running Europe might say if a person belonging to a “minority” group was given the fucking beating they have rightly earned the minute they smashed a window or lobbed a brick at a policeman. That they have made our policemen and women scared to death of actually fighting back and getting these bastards to conform to the laws of the country.
Once upon a time in this once “Great” Britain if you did wrong, you got a punishment to reflect the crime. You steal a mars bar, you got a bloody hard whack around the lug hole from the copper who caught you, then you got frog marched home to your parent for them to be informed of what you did and then you probably got a whack around the lug hole from your dad as well. If you committed murder, you got hung. If you were rioting you got tear gas lobbed at you and whilst you were gasping for breath and gagging a copper was able to walk in, in relative safety and batter the shit out of you before throwing you in a cell.
Now however, a policeman can’t lay a finger on a low life scroate without being sacked and put in prison him or herself.
The government are reconveining to address the ongoing issues……REALLY, your going to undo 30 years of fucking the country up are you??
Here’s a thought…..Stop paying these useless illiterate wankers to sit on their arses at home, drinking and taking drugs and make them work for their money. Put them to work in their communities and make them clean it, repair it, especially those that have been damaged. Make them help the binmen, make them sweep the streets and help the communities that they talk about when it suits them.
Why should we all be made to struggle and pay so much to the government to keep so many people that are just too bone idle to work for their money. Why should honest people with genuine reasons for not being able to work be made to struggle and prove that they are in need of help, people who have paid into the system and then need help as they cannot work because of sickness be made to go without because there isn’t enough money to go around. If these wasters on benefits because they do not want to work, were made to contribute something they may think twice about not working.
If these girls that think that life is all about shitting out as many kids as possible just to get a council house and live off the state were made to get a qualification in childcare and then look after other peoples children when they are at work to qualify for benefits, do you think they would still want to live that way?
Of course this just my opinion, probably not shared by many, but I feel victimised by the government because I have a job. I want the money I am taxed on to go to those who need help. People who although working cannot afford to privately rent or buy a house, I want it to go to those people who have worked and maybe have become too ill to carry on, so they do not worry that they will be homeless.
I worry for my kids. I worry that by the time they are old enough to not be the innocents that they are now and old enough that life is not seen from those eyes that see the world as one with fairies, santa, pirates that have hooks instead of hands that sail on old galleys, that the world they are living in is not one I would want them to suffer. This country is heading for some seriously tough times of civil unrest if the current and future governments do not stop the rot, and the only way I can see them doing this is to pull out or Europe and start governing this country the way that we, the voters want it governed. By our elected government for the people that have put them into government. By civil unrest I do not mean the rioting and violence of the stupid and moronic that we have witnessed in recent days, I’m talking about the everyday man who gets to breaking point and just cannot take anymore.
May our emergency services stay safe and out of harms way and for their efforts I sincerely hope that they all go home to their families tonight.

Life

It's been a couple of weeks since my last blog and I have had some odd feelings about life in that time.
Joy for a friend who recieved a life saving lung transplant,and delight at watching my youngest turn 4.
But I myself have been unable to drag my mind out of feelings of gloom, like a shadow is hanging over my head. I don't like my job that much, I want to move house but cannot until someone wants to buy ours. I feel stuck in a rut and cannot seem to be happy for some reason.
Why am I putting my feelings out there for you all to read?
DEPRESSION.....It can be in many forms and I have suffered many years ago after a car accident which changed my life perminantly. I did have physical injuries which I still suffer from today but I also worry about the depression I suffered during those times.
I got little in that way of sympathy or understanding and was made to feel like I was making it all up and that I should just "pull myself together". But real depression is not something the sufferer is aware of and it's not a sudden thing that comes on overnight. Neither is it a case of popping a pill on one day and your better the next.
I always, when I feel like I do at the moment worry that I might be slipping back into that dark place that I was in 10 years ago but then I remind myself that although feeling down and pissed off, I'm far too aware that I am that way, and that I have a beutiful wife and kids that for as long as they are in my life will mean that I could not possibly be depressed.
My reasons for this blog mainly is to say that mental illness, is exactly that, an illness as common as Flu and just like flu can affect anyone at anytime. Mental illness certainly doesn't affect only the mentally weak and anyone that thinks it could never happen to them should think again as I once thought that as well.

I mentioned a friend that is recovering from a lung transplant. She mentioned struggling with the thought that she had accepted that she was going to die, but woke up with someone elses lungs after they died and donated their lungs to her. Something we all thought she would just take in and get on with it. But this is something unless you go through it that none of us that haven't cannot begin to comprehend how we might feel. my point of brnging this up is this:-
We all saw this as a physical fight, and I along with i'm sure many others will admit, but the biggest fight to start with was a mental one, as difficult as the physical one her body was undertaking. I believe she has won the main part of that fight and is now concentrating on the physical but I want to make everyone aware that just because someone looks ok, and says they are ok, it doesn't mean they are.
If you have a friend or loved one that you think is not well mentally, be brave, be there and be strong enough to help them deal with it, because not all illness is visable and sometimes we all need someone to say to us I know your not alright but i'm here and lets deal with it together.
I myself will be fine, because I have my family and friends around me, not everyone is as blessed as me and I will drag my sorry arse out of the doldrums very soon, but I know that some people cannot do that alone. x