I’m fuming, which seems to be the mood it takes at the moment for me to write a blog post, but hey if it gets me writing…
I have always been brought up to be able to discuss and appreciate others people’s opinions but the fact that people are laughing at the current state of our world has me furious. It isn’t funny.
The fact that the Tory government are systematically dismantling the NHS IS NOT FUNNY! The fact that the next American president has taken shots at the disabled, is openly racists, thinks climate change is a hoax and thinks that “grab ‘em by the pussy” is an appropriate thing to say IS TERRIFYING!
When my Dad was first diagnosed with Cancer, I thought but he can’t be dying… he’s too good… I try to be like him but I am not. I am not that selfless, I don’t let go of wrongs that have been done to me as easily as he appeared to. I aspire every day to be like him, but I do not measure up. I don’t even come close. I am not good enough, I am not that beacon for light and goodness and everything the world so needs right now. I am trying so hard to be, since his death I have taken a much more active role in politics, volunteered to do some charity work and decided I will be that voice that calls out discrimination when I see it, who will stand up for the little guy and won’t look the other way because “that doesn’t concern me” because although it might not concern you in the here and now, you have to think about the future.
The southern rail strikes inconvenience you? Well suck it up sunshine, jobs are at risk and now it has become apparent that because of the proposed changes disabled passengers will, in future, not be able to access all trains that southern rail run. Instead, they will be offered a taxi or a later train. Honestly, my mind boggles that in this day and age this is even legal.
You believe the lie that the junior doctors strike is nothing more than a pay dispute? Well get out there and educate yourself. In this day and age, with the rise of social media there really is no excuse as to why you can’t be clued up about stories and, and I hate to say this, you can no longer trust mainstream media. So look elsewhere, question what you are told and then form and opinion.
The I am having to attend a march on Saturday to protest for unity, in this day and age, horrifies me. How can we think ourselves a developed society when people are treated differently based on their sex or creed or sexual orientation… I have worked in a job where I was not given the same bonuses, career opportunities and recognition purely because I am a woman. It makes the brain boggle.
You think you can’t do anything? Grow a pair.
People who think that was is happening is right, whilst they terrify me, that’s fine. You have your opinions and you are entitled to them. Both those people who just roll over and say “well it’s happening so…” While there is breath in your body and a fire in your belly you can make a change. Stand together in unity, look after each other. When people look back on this period of time and trust me, they will, you will have to explain to your children why you let this happen. As you have you know. Sitting there saying not my problem, is short sighted and kinda makes me want to slap you. It’s all well and good while you are sat there in your well-paid jobs, with your healthy family and work perks. What happens if you lose that job though and there is no state funded support? What happens when your child gets ill and needs to see a doctor – for how long could you afford to pay those bills?
Yes, there are people who flaunt the system, and the fact people can earn more on benefits than working is wrong. Changes need to be made. But we can’t stop helping those in need because of a bad few eggs.
To make this real for you. When my Mum was given the small payout from my Dad’s life insurance, she suddenly had too much money to be entitled to support. That means that she is now having to pay out over £1000 a month to have people come into her house and care for her for an hour a day. Yep, £1000 a month for someone to wash and dress her, as she physically is unable to do that for herself. This isn’t her choice, this isn’t because she is lazy. This is because she developed rheumatoid arthritis at the age of 16 and her main carer died suddenly after a 7 month battle with cancer. And Mum is going to have to continue paying out that money until there is no money left. She doesn’t work. She physically can’t. So her only income is her state pension, I suppose she should count herself lucky she has a pension, chances are I won’t. She will outlive my Dad’s life insurance payout, Right now I have no idea what will happen when we reach that point. Off the top of my head she will probably have to sell her house and move in with one of us, only we both live in houses with stairs and she no longer copes with stairs so I will have to sell my house and move somewhere new. All because the state does not want to support those in need.
And my story isn’t unique, and if you think “that will never happen to me” you are wrong. This could happen to any of us, well apart from those of us lucky enough to be really rich and have mates in politics 😉
I feel better after my rant. Calmer. I feel I need a point to sum it all up, and would you believe I actually have one. If you see what is going on with the world and agree with it. You are happy with President Trump, the selling off of our countries most valuable assets, well then I respect you. Well as much as one can. But you have an opinion and you stand by it and I will respect you for that, even when your opinions disagree with my own. However, for those of you who can’t bring yourself to care, who think that this isn’t my problem. You are wrong, this is your problem, so go out there get yourself an opinion and start giving a shit.