*headdesk* I have to keep reminding myself that people are often really f*cking stupid. I really don’t understand the mentality that leads people to attack others because of a percieved “difference”.
I think that some people have a great deal of difficulty in understanding that we are not a single homogenous mass. That we are individuals with our own quirks and foibles. Trying to force people into “the right way of doing things” or making fun/abusing people because they have different opinions is something we should have grown out of by the time we leave school.
Manners. Civility. Politeness. They cost nothing. They are so easy to use and they do so much more than people realise. And they are NOT a sign of weakness or passivity. It is possible to use all three and still be assertive and forthright. It is possible to disagree vehemently with someone and still remain polite. You can use all the names you like in your head but what comes out of your mouth – or fingers – demonstrates your level of control & ability to work – or not – with others.
As a group we are so much stronger. All of our experiences, all of our abilities, all of our passion, mingled, honed, controlled and aimed should be like switching on the Death Star. But we can’t do anything if we can’t control ourselves first.
“…in this very short period of time several of those willing to do the backroom work have been bullied and verbally assaulted by the same people who purport to believe in campaigning and challenging for our rights. So much so, that a number of the individuals willing to use their spare energy have said they can no longer continue; I simply do not understand this!”
‘Dr Clive Peedell says it’s the only local hustings to exclude him. Even though the organiser has admitted it was an oversight, he has refused to allow Dr Peedell to attend and refused to discuss the matter further, bluntly telling the cancer specialist in an email: “The matter is closed”.’
Another Witney Independent candidate was also refused entry despite having a ticket.
“There was a time when policies to send sick or disabled claimants on workfare, or sanction the benefits of lone parents, would have been met with horror by the electorate. There have always been grumblings about the social security system, as with any other institution, but unemployment was once seen as a personal tragedy caused by wider economic failings, not a personal failing caused by laziness or the wrong attitude.”
“Out of respect for you, I APOLOGISE in advance for my language because I’m LIVID.
The ever excellent Benefits and Work website reveal welfare rights workers are experiencing DWP Decision-Makers calling up benefit claimants “‘in tears’ or ‘sobbing’“, pleading with them Not to appeal following a Mandatory Reconsideration !! HOW THE FUCK DARE THEY??”
The only other reason I’m here is for adequate pain relief, which I could also do myself at home, but because doctors don’t believe high level, acute opiate use can ever be anything but deviance, it must be overseen 24 hourly by professionals. The only way to guarantee that the pain is controlled once it reaches a certain point, is to stay in hospital. The exhausting misery of not-being-believed as you run the gauntlet of large repeat opiate prescriptions is just too traumatic. There are just so many stages of people not to believe you. Receptionists, pharmacists, Drs, locums, out of hours doctors….I promise you, several thousand chronically ill people are reading this and screaming “THIS!! SO THIS!!”
Michael Gove has written: “For some of us Victorian costume dramas are not merely agreeable ways to while away Sunday evening but enactments of our inner fantasies … I don’t think there has been a better time in our history” in “Alas, I was born far too late for my inner era”.
A better time for what, precisely? Child labour, desperation? Prostitution? Low life expectancy, disease, illiteracy, workhouses? Or was it the deferential protestant work ethic reserved only for the poor, the pre-destiny of the aristocracy, and “the rich man in his castle, the poor man at his gate”?
You see, I thought, for reasons that are unclear to me right now, that the main issue with agents like triclosan was their use in kitchen counters and clothing and building materials. Well, it never even occurred to me that it would be in oral care products and thus purposefully introduced into the human body.
So I decided to check to see if my toothpaste had any in it. And, well, $*##. It did.