Tory Twelve Days Of Christmas

The Tory Twelve Days Of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas the tories took from me
My dignity
On the second day of Christmas the tories took from me
My hope
On the third day of Christmas the tories took from me
My job
On the fourth day of Christmas the tories took from me
My prospects
On the fifth day of Christmas the tories took from me
My future
On the sixth day of Christmas the tories took from me
My NHS
On the seventh day of Christmas the tories took from me
My Welfare State
On the eighth day of Christmas the tories took from me
My benefits
On the nineth day of Christmas the tories took from me
My home
On the tenth day of Christmas the tories took from me
My food
On the eleventh day of Christmas the tories took from me
My tent
On the twelfth day of Christmas the tories took from me
My life

Copyright © 2018 Darren M Sunderland. All rights reserved

Happy F**king Christmas From The Tories.

Happy Fucking Christmas

Hey you tory arrogant toffs
I ask you nicely, please fuck off
We don’t want your charity
We just want to be set free
No more cuts to the NHS
Bevan’s plan is still the best
Universal credit should be scrapped
And it’s creator should be slapped
Foodbanks borne of poverty
No gifts under the Christmas tree
No presents for kids to unwrap
Just because you tories are crap
Homelessness is your disgrace
How dare you show your smug filled face
Let us live in dignity
We just want to be set free

Copyright © 2018 Darren M Sunderland. All rights reserved

I Hate The Tories

Of Despair

A generation lost
To a care less Nation
Welfare State and NHS
Driven to extinction
The Tories feel empowered
To wreak devastation

You will not be asked
You will just be told
Bringing terror and fear
To young and the old
While the Nationally owned
Will be priced up and sold

A permanent winter
For five more long years
When no one will care about
Your pain or bitter tears
Now that the wealthy elite
It’s ugly head it rears

Now there are battle lines
And they have been drawn
For now we feel beaten
But then come tomorrows dawn
Maybe it brings happiness
Where once was all forlorn

Copyright © 2017 Darren M Sunderland. All rights reserved

Human Being Not Human Killing

If either in equal measure, or any measure at all, use religion, race, colour, creed, nationality or politics as a weapon or a defence, then you automatically degrade yourself from the human race. Before all the above, including your sexuality or age, you are first and foremost a human being. You should always put humanity before anything else. So if you can kill, or support those that kill in the name of the aformentioned reasons, then you are not human. Don’t hide behind the curtains of the religion you chose, the nationality you were born into, the colour of your skin. You should always only ever see the other person as a human being. If you step over this line, then you are no better than any killer or murderer you could ever name, from the famous to the infamous. You are no better than Hitler, Bush, Blair, May, Thatcher, Trump or anyone else of this level of so called power. You are no better than Shipman, Sutcliffe, Nielsen or others. You are either committing or you are condoning the crimes. You are complicit, not your race, not your religion or other factors. You the individual human killing another human being, just for the sake of them not believing in the same god, or coming from the same country, or sadly just because they have a different colour skin. It is evil of you to hide behind your religion, race or nationality. If you cannot see that, then you are either deluding yourself, or so inhumane that you do not see the killing and death of another human as anything more than legitimate. It is wrong, illegal, criminal, and you are as guilty as the perpetrator. So take off the blinkers of your religion, race, colour or nationality etc, and see only the human in yourself, and in the person you are about to kill. One human would not simply choose to kill another human without a so call “just cause”. Of which there are no just causes, be it your religion or race etc. So look at yourself in the mirror, could you gladly kill another human, just for being a human? If the answer is still yes, then I am sorry to say you are pure evil. No life is less worthy of being able to occupy their rightful place on this planet than any other life. We are all equal, we are all human first.

My Personal Grinch

When The Grinch Isn’t Green And Steals More Than Christmas

Oh dear, Christmas 2018 is fast approaching. Reminders everywhere, TV adverts, radio, promotions everywhere. The trees and lights turning every street and town or city centre into the multi-coloured swap shop of materialism and commercialism. The music and movies are upbeat, festive and jingle all the way, sorry had to have one nice thing to say about it. It is dark and cold, wintery showers usually appear, even if only a mildly white Christmas, from frost or snow. That is where my Christmas begins and stays in my mind, heart and soul. Then it ends.
Now I am not against the true meaning of Christmas, nor the fun and excitement that children get from it, the lucky ones that is. That is why it is not a merry time for me, I feel for the less fortunate ones, and that brings me onto my own personal reason for Christmas being a black hole to me, rather than a fun, happy, peace to all men season. For I have a personal Grinch, she is a female, not green except with envy. She is cruel and nasty towards children and adults alike. Sadly the children she is nasty towards are her own offspring. I have written about this person in the past, but not published anything about her on here.
Now why is this personal you may ask. Why is this woman a personal Grinch to me? She stole my heart, my life, my soul and my reason for living long before Christmas of 2018 turned up. No she is not an ex partner or lover, far far from it. She stole my family name, and brings it into disrepute every second she has it as her married name. Then she uses her adult control over a child, to make them fall in love with her. Fast forward to both being adults now, and she breaks laws and court orders that are in place to keep a child in her household safe, and allow him the upbringing he has been predominantly used to.
As you can see I have not been forthcoming with names, the people involved know who they are. Yet they have no conscience or decency to do the right thing, only to cause hurt, pain and suffering in their wake. That is my reason why Christmas is not a time of year I am looking forward to. My personal Grinch stole it.

Their Guilt, Not My Parents.

In my nightmares I am now transferring both guilt and blame onto my beloved late Parents. In particular towards my Dad, the person who is the most important and inspirational I have ever had in my life, even if he was only in it for a mere 15 years. I am not taking this, it is wrong of the people in my life that have caused this to happen. The people know who they are, they are guilty, but silent in their culpability. Yes I can also assume a lot of the projection is my fault, because I should be angry at the actual guilty parties, instead of bottling it all up inside. I am a volcano waiting to erupt. I dish out my nightmare anger to my Dad, in the way my Grandson should be throwing his anger at his Father, my son. Or maybe I should be directing my own anger towards my son for his contempt. Either way, the only people suffering are myself, and my Grandson.
I totally hate myself for projecting blame and anger towards my Dad, he was the perfect Father, yes we all say such things, but I never felt unsafe, unwanted, unloved or uncared for when he was around. I have tried to use his amazing personality to develop my own Father skills. I am far from perfect, but I am not a parent that should be vilified and tortured by his own kin. By the same token I should not be retrospectively vilifying my own Parents, who were better people than my son or I will ever be. In the short time both my Mum and Dad were around they gave more love, respect, care and life enhancing support to myself and my brothers.
They had the respect of their friends, neighbours and family. Something I may not have in the same quantity, but something my son and his wife will never have at all. They have friends of convenience, and of the same ilk, to bolster their pride. Pride comes before a fall, as they say. I have fallen, and I am hurting. They are propped up by fake family support. I had a wonderful, honest and true representation of a family, they fall short massively on that score. There loss, my gain, but why is it me that is having all the pain? Because I am an easy target for them, a weak person and easy to offend and hurt. They win, I give up. I am worthless in their eyes, so I admit to being worthless in my own eyes. They have systematically abused me, now they have silenced me. They have made me feel anxious and wary of being loving towards others from now on. They have won.

Blame Where It’s Due

Right, my illness does not prevent me from understanding, but it stops me from rationalising. So I do get the notion that if I was to commit the ultimate consequence, and although I don’t believe that makes me a weak or bad person, it does leave others behind that will suffer and feel loss and bereavement. Then I am to blame at that very instance. There ends my blame, and I deserve every ounce of blame and emotional blackmail and grief I get for that situation. The truth is that I am being put into a position where I cannot think rationally, so the cause is out of my control, the blame for the journey into the position of feeling no way out, no return, is someone else’s fault. Especially if they are of sound mind and know exactly what they are inflicting on another person, after all is it was committed directly with a weapon or other means of taking away my life, it would be murder. So thanks for those that have supported me, helped me and cared for me. But let’s get one thing clear, if I was to end things, and if my Daughter was to suddenly be left without a Father, and my Grandson was to be left without a Grandfather, that blame lies totally and squarely on the shoulders of Daniel and Natalie. So please, I suffer enough for things beyond my control and for things I am to blame for, so please lay your blame, grief and emotional blackmail on the right people for this situaion. I am finding this too much as it is without the extra unnecessary addition of guilt that I am not guilty of.

Armistice 2018

The greatest respect is not the size or style of poppy, nor is it the fashion or cost of a coat. None of this brings back, replaces or can ever be a replacement for the lives that perished in wars that ultimately were unnecessary. The greatest respect however can be if we stop the wars and help those already stricken by past wars, the veterans left homeles and with ptsd, the innocent victims of wars, men, women and children all over the world. Honouring the dead is respectful, but a greater honour in their memory, would be to never let it happen again.
Armistice 2018, 100 years after the war to end all wars ended. The guns fell silent, but not for long. Wars continue even now. Did we ever learn any lessons? Did the fallen die in vain? Victims of the wealthy and land owners.

Never again. Lest we forget. No more wars.