the ...posture
But back to 2020...and before, but 2020 the national cull - nothing to do with me, at all... except having previously for some years had to tolerate the endless moans of the middle aged and on, who every time one went even to the Kington charity shops to stock up on books or clothes all you ever heard from mid 10's was moan moan moan about some complaint - their body, or the more honest ones about how an entirely dysfunctional 'medical' world loses their samples and their notes and the doctors lost their minds years ago
((even the commies may have managed to figure if Starmerstan's
recently Messiah delivered new five year plan
is " at last we will valiantly treat the CAUSES of 'illness' at source - diet lifestyle and all that...." when it is the same 5 year plan we have been forced to listen to on radio 4 for about six
or or seven
five year plans worth of time
is the same old, to the same people, the same result will follow: nothing but the same sick achey fatties and wrinklies before their time)
But i realised i was the fool.
Because the endless 'health' moan had become THEIR 'currency'
Social glue, and splendid mode of communique
so they dont have to communicate about the causes
or do anything about it..
like change
Or go on her magnificent walk same age as me
Lands End to John oh J ...
Nope their currency
Even
"Save the dementias" - i attempt, its HARD work
But fails as the currency is everything but
(even 2015ish the ultra 'Green' man speaker on it in the Lords
I could never get him to take a regular 5 km walk even once a week
OR
the
... if i theorise there is one pukka way to keep your brain rewiring chunks
it is being white knuckle of the cliff edge ...some of the time at least
Being non conformist, and using the back of your silly sudoku (a word i have never used in play or figurativity)
(my spelling, phone: ALL apps ripped out especially auto spellcheck is it doesnt allow liminal wordplay; laptop, early morn, does meaning these pages one can write in and it doesnt THINK it knows what you mean, just gives a red squiggle under a word it thinks is misspelled... SOMEtimes... when its in a stable mood - i am always in the same mood but phone words i cannot be bothered to look up spelling, laptop usually does it for me..)
To write a risky note to some fake environmentalist..
OHH BLISS... another 70year old - her mum LA Vinagrette's..on the path yesteraft...
i even rudely quipped " i bet you have .. ehh whats your cardgame called.. ...ehhh.."
"bridge"
" yes thanks all you ladies sat around your pimms and bridge tables ..known each other for years....surely you can still speak openly and express yourselves fully without the nueauveau word police jumping on your every word.."
:-)
but it was the next para.. " your poor sons... half of them they may meet these days are just WAITING for him to chat them up with, or share words.. that they can literally go and get them arrested for.." Both mum and daughter sotto voce, face and body language " bang on Mister yes our men have that a regular hurdle.." just being "human"
In modern Britain that has really rather gone back behind a weird paywall of conformity to what i dont know but Isis would be rather pleased if they had managed to be quite as back-to-the-stone-age..
Anyway words is one thing... but this whole world of 'care'.. i know what REALLY pisses them off...
Sharing with one of the (unviable - they dont do it in Europe - farm out family jobs to a state that could never afford it in the first place, hence trebling of national debt,, that and smashing the family so as farming lost messed up kids to private companies .. some judge yesterday admitted its insane 25 grand a week costs per kid in one extreme instance... charged by some nouveau Camilla Batmanhellish....scammer..)
'care'... workers...even politely: "if your colleagues CARED about older folk they would spend their well enough paid days 'caring' in getting the older or less firm folk, outside...a lot...and moving with their own limbs a fair bit...wherever conceivably possible...
They hardly ever do, as you can tell by the size of their own bums... and the lack of ANY older folk being walked along - gently attempting to keep some momentum and healing anti ache wellness, that takes months to no-pain-no-gain....not 3 minutes in front of a blaring telly in lycra....but at places like ...my track.. any of it... ever...
But when you suggest one old man would live longer by that...if someone may care enough to ... just encourage...
fuck (paid ones.. olderish) they never talk to you again....
hilarious
Actually nothing to do with me, except anyone who pays taxes in this land is mad, as I have many studies as to just how truly genius this whole class is at avoiding EVER doing anything that may benefit their Florence Nightingalee victims.. help them get a job, give up booze by TOUGH love talk...often...or get them out walking, often...Nope...
Like almost never.. i know from undercover work..over years...
And 2020 when the science in central London, an inner city richb**** hospital said "lets try and have the near death cases of corvid wheeled outdoors all day into our cloisters.. especially as its so wonderfully sunny" ... the rest of the NHS failed to even ..care.. they were right..as the science said...
Teres no hope: that currency, is all they know.
But to hear and see the divine countenance of a real sort-of-Surrey battleaxe.. every inch of her a major's wife...
say how she cannot have a conversation with the acid class of (copyright me about 2015 i wrote one note on my very ascetic wall of only two pieces of paper) frozen... "snowflakes falling on butterfly wings"
summed it up then to perfection...
except i diidnt know then the 'snowflakes' were made of acid they really rather love to chuck in your face..
though generally behind your back..
Nothing to do with me i had "second sight" long ago known otherwise by sane folk as 'paying attention'...
