Tyrannical rule in UK. On the #EveofWar I cried. Now I cry #GivebackmyTax

The world is in a sad state of affairs.. Protests and the will of the general people, those who express it are not being heard, protests online, offline, mass-MP emailing, die-ins etc.

Our fellow countrymen who extend their voices in this arena who are impassioned either against or for are not being counted. Instead the politicians in their big house all seem to care about their record, their ego, their will that they are speaking for the common man/woman. Oh and following the party whip line, so they can keep getting paid for working toward those localised and personal projects that they care about. I honestly see no difference between many politicians and benefit cheats or unproductive “fine artists”. You know those people, the ones who could chew off your ear with eloquent bullshit, work hard at not working hard, be so organised to keep their effectively cheating and selfish way of life afloat. But above all it is about themselves, their thoughts, their work, their beliefs and we the ordinary folks grinding in our mills should deign ourselves honoured they are gifting their services, their intellect to the world.

Well I say no, no Mr/Mrs/Ms MP. Enough is enough.

The gulf war, the escalation in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, 9/11, the “War on Terror”, Afghanistan wars, the Iraq War, The Great Double/Triple-dip recession, 7/7, the Blood in the Arab Spring, Libyan war, the tension and escalation in the Middle East .. The list is endless.

All these have occurred in the last 25 years. There are countless gun-attacks, massacres, bombings and attacks, not sure of the difference apart from geographical location, not listed. Not to mention other “natural disasters” that seem to be heard of more widely due to our networked society, but conversely also make the emotional affect of each marked event more impactful, as it is felt communally across the world.

But what is it that you do know? The people with the leisure and payment from the people to work towards a peaceful co-existence with nature with the world. Those who are paid to study life and people, of patterns and learning from last collective mistakes? What is it that you do with power that has been instilled within you by me and my fellow UK citizens.. You ignore a vast, vast chunk of societies will.

So hear this from the ground; we do not want war. We want those billions of pound that yet another war sinkhole will pump towards arm dealers, fascist nation-states (allies and otherwise), pockets of trade associates – we want that money. Our money. The money given into this nations great coffers for the use of its people. (and the Queen and her ilk – but that’s another story).

We need that money to feel secure. To feel great once again. To ensure our bins are collected on time. That our streets are awash with dirt and disease. To make sure public transport runs on time without asking for more than we earn ( which it already does in most parts of the U.K.). For the NHS and all that that umbrella contains; keeping baby incubators alive and in plenitude, beds in ER for loved ones, research into ailments, cancers, disease made with the general public and access in mind. Hospices to keep loved ones comfortable towards their departure from this world. Helping the displaced, the homeless, the lost, the sad, warm and functioning of sorts throughout the year. Keeping an honourable emergency services running with the people it’s serving in mind. Not targets for funding, but targets to save lives, to protect, to help.

I came to age many times over these past two-and-a-half decade. I was a week into my year 7 class, aged a mere baby at 11 when 9/11 occurred and the world was struck with this bug. This War that seems greater than the Great War, which I’ve learnt about since. This “War on Terror”, begun by ideological miscreants, with no end in sight but their future burning even brighter.

While my fellow people and I, us general folk who have managed to clamour and hold down the semblance of a life. One modelled on the lives you before us lived. You middle-aged and always care-free drivers of the road, perusers of retail departments, of long luncheons and coffee mornings.. As I aged 15 at the time of the recession hitting us have worked hard to keep hold of jobs, of paying taxes and fitting in like a jigsaw piece into the society I have seen before me, have served you.

My fellow generational, economic and social peers and I have been there, the mass that in our hurry to be part of this society, of “getting on with it”, not rocking the boat and being sensible have helped fund your tyranny. Even as you claimed expenses unjustly, were found out, were asked repeatedly to declare your true intentions and serve the will of the common people. Now, as we the people will that there is no war on Syria. A country whose people have no links to the attacks that occur here in this part of the world.

Your pontification and shallow arguments made me, your in every ways a lesser cry. As I saw everyone around me dying a little, frazzled and a social mess. You not only locked the doors to your big house, but also to the lives of the people you serve. You are no better than any tyrant you wage war on.

This is why I am excusing myself, economically from the situation you rule and that allows you to rule. As economics is the only ideology you hear.

Give me back my tax.
#GivebackmyTax

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One thought on “Tyrannical rule in UK. On the #EveofWar I cried. Now I cry #GivebackmyTax

  1. A very volatile situation. French, British, American and Russian bombers all over Syria, each with their own agenda.When will those Agendas cross like on the Turkish Syrian border where a Russian fighter was blown out of the skies.

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