The Sun Newspaper, not fit for the rubbish bin.

The above words remained active on the Sun's website  for months after it was rightly condemned by a UN human rights adviser. Though taken down, in the light of recent events, it is a typical, dehumanising thought from the rancid Sun newspaper.
I have long been disgusted by what is printed within it's pages., but at the end of the day, people do care, we don't want Britain to be the kind of country that turns it's backs as people drown in desperation trying to flee places like Syria or elsewhere.
The Sun newspaper and Katie Hopkins are a disgrace, as are any media outlet that continues to use words like this. 
The only good place for the Sun newspaper and Katie Hopkins voice is the bin. They together are a disgrace and should hang their heads in shame. In the mists of all the horror, that we are witnessing, sentiments of coldness,nastiness are cruel, inflammatory and unacceptable. At the end of the day, desperate people fleeing terror, rape and oppression across Africa and the Middle East,and risking death in ramshackle boats to make it to Europe across the mediterranean. Keep complaining and boycotting. Don't read her column, watch her T.V shows, or buy the Sun Newspaper.
When we are silent, we remain culpable.

Food for thought.

When you go to bed tonight - think about this. Think about the Daily Mail hate filled headlines.  Remember that migrants and refugees are just like you and me - people wanting the best for those they love - children, mum and dads, grandparents. If the above image  does not change the world. I'm really not  sure what will. History is going to judge us very harshly, and rightly so.He symbolises the desperation of many, he should be lying safe in bed tonight, cosy and warm, but Europe would not let him pass.
So heartbreaking, so harrowing. Only 216 Syrian refugees have been allowed into the uk so far. Are they really such a  burden. We should put our common humanity first and not blame those feeing war and perecution, but those that instigate and facilitate it. The bodies of the wealthy elite, propped up and prioritised and privileged,  over human beings not lucky enough to be born in the right place at the right time.
My voice,gets swept away in this torrent of tears, I do not blame the sea, I blame humanity. 
The British Government needs to do much more for the refugess fleeing Syria and elsewhere. I would encourage everyone to sign the e petition to the UK Government which last  night had 27,000 signatures and now has  over 112,000, making it eligible for a Parliamentary debate. Please keep signing. Refugess are humans in distress. They need santcuary. They should be welcomed here.
No one is illegal.

https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/105991

The truth about Tibet.

At the moment the citizens of Tibet do not have anything that resembles  any form of basic human rights. Children and adults can dissapear at anytime.
To practice their religion, means they will face prison, torture and death.Many of their ancient Bhuddist temples and monastries destroyed to be replaced with Chines Government Propoganda centres.
Tibetans must be allowed to to retain their right to protest and alllow their struggle and discontent  with China, and it's illegal occupation and continued mistreatment of Tibetans to be recognised.
Today the Chinese Government is celebrating 51 years of the so-called Tibet Autonomous Region ( The TAR). But Tibetans know that the TAR is just half of hstoric Tibet and that today's anniversary marks 50 years  of oppression and exploitation. Here is a  10 minute film to counter China's propoganda  and expose the reality of Tibet under China's rule today. Please watch and share.
I would hope that the world would expect and recognise that China's  repressive policies against the defiant people of Tibet must stop. We must seek the restoration of the Tibetan people's basic human rights, and the  enjoyment of basic freedoms that have been denied.
The struggle for Tibetan freedom continues.

http://freetibet.org

Alice in Wonderland Politics

(Alice in Wonderland politics from the man, that led us down the rabbit hole  in search of Weapons of Mass Destruction. A mad  war criminal, who is wanted dead or alive.The following poem is dedicated to Jeremy Corbyn)

I'd rather be with Alice, in wonderland
Wandering in another world,
Where the mad hatter's chatter
Is more benign than those that rule outside.

Lost in a landscape of discovery
Beyond the paths of conformity,
Away from lifeless ideology
The cynical power political game.

After all life is but a dream
I'm  on the road to somewhere else,
Sailing on the unblemished glitter of sea,
With beautiful visions, that could set us free.

Reinventing the earth
Is a task that we must face,
Quelling this flame with hope
Is most important challenge of our time.

Developing different realities
Looking for something better,
A sudden and Trembling  yearning
For peace and justice, for us down below. 

The shame of Fortress Europe

( dedicated to all anti-immigration voices of anti-cultural diversity who spend their lives spreading lies about migrants and refugees. )

Despite, the Walls of shame,
people carry on, walking proud,
fear cannot contain a peoples will,
behind razor wires, dreams survive,
but some  people still afraid to let them pass,
allow purposes to be left unfulfilled and unknown,
left empty, tired, unfed, broken and abandoned,
ancient voices scattered on the wind.

The pain in their eyes moves my heart,
as they tumble forwards to sanctuary,
ending up with nothing, but pain and hurt,
their time  spent in sorrow,
the chaos that roams, in pursuit of liberty,
the scarred, patterns of the earth,
the shameful shadows shaped like stone,
all this we must feel.

                                   European union - Banksy

How to start each day with a positive outlook.

Feeling good today, because it's my birthday, off to hospital in minute  to share this with partner, in the meantime, thought I'd share some here.

1. Create a new file on your computer

2. Name it " David Cameron "

3. Send it to recycle bin.

4. Empty the recycle bin.

5. Your computer will ask you "Do you really want to get rid of David Cameron?

6. Firmly click "Yes".

Feel better, good. Keep going, delete the rest of his cronies.  

Poem for Ian Duncan Smith

(This week has seen the release of figures that show that 2,650 people died between Dec 2011 and Feb 2014, after being declared Fit for work by the DWP. Almost half of those who died were appealing the decision.
Over 2,500 peoples lives were  made unbearable as a direct result of Ian Duncan Smith's decision of withdrawing the very money that would have made their lives a little more bearable towards the end of their days.I can't say this is my best work, but I believe IDS deserves it. probably deserves far worse)  https://www.gov.uk/government/uploads/system/uploads/attachment_data/file/456359/mortality-statistics-esa-ib-sda.pdf Shocking figures that reveal the human cost of this Government's punishing benefits regime.

Ian Duncan Smith, is surely a bit unstable,
what kind of  real work has he ever done,
living for the moment, cracking the whip,
driving the poor, the disabled and vulnerable,
to their untimely deaths, because they were fragile.

Ian Duncan Smith, his eyes betray the feeling of joylessness,
a disregard for peoples feelings, with an arrogant air, an ugly streak,
he can be found where  dark shadows crawl and nightmares lurk,
releasing the pain of nastiness, without pang of regret or care,
making life unbearable, giving life to misery, from his hollow lair.

Ian Duncan Smith does not listen, as faraway winds howl,
and the tears keep on falling, as he goes on the prowl, 
pouring spite on broken spirits, releasing platitudes of austerity,
cut and cut, is a manouevre he has long practiced, as we scream and cry,
a liar of the first order, having lied about his education, and his army career.

Ian Duncan Smith plays the devil's tune,
as he blames us, and shames us with his words,
we must find the strength to fight against his ideas,
carry on, resisting, pushing back, against his verbal diarrheas, 
until  his empty gestures, disappears in the clarity of light.