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People’s Assembly – National Demonstration June 26.

Assemble 12 Noon – Portland Place.
March to Parliament Square.

This government has made it clear it wants working people to pay for the coronavirus crisis. Its pitiful offer to the nurses, the public sector pay freeze, lack of sick pay, while contracts are granted to their friends and cronies tells you that.

Meanwhile there are further subsidies to companies while we are facing mass unemployment levels when furlough ends. Employers are going on the offensive, especially with notorious fire and rehire policies, but there has been widespread opposition to this including strike action.

There is visceral anger over the multitude of government failures during the pandemic, with one of the highest Covid death rates in the world. This government has failed us and this will be our first opportunity to take to the streets in opposition.

The Tories are also attempting to use the cover of the pandemic to sneak through the draconian ‘Police, Crime, Sentencing and Courts Bill’. Due to reach its final reading in June this bill is an affront to democracy, an assault on our rights to protest and an attempt to silence dissent & opposition to the government. The Tories want to take away our rights to demonstrate for our rights! We cannot let that happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

@JujuliaGrace

Nothing horrifies me more than the idea of finding out a patient’s credit card details before deciding whether to treat them. Most doctors I know feel the same way.

We want a properly funded NHS which supports staff and patients. We don’t want a privatised NHS.

 

 

 

Country roads, take me home
To a backwoods’ creek down a long dirt road
If it means an old headstone
At least I’ll be, I’ll be where I belong

I represent the country, yeah, I love the slums
Raised off in the sticks, man this is where I come from
Love cracklin’ corn bread
Collard and corn fed
Southern by the grace of God
And when I’m gone, country dead
I ride them dirt roads, sometimes to reach that destination
Ducked off in Jones woods it’s like I’m always on vacation
Blaze up the bonfire, call up my country folk
Just filled up that mason jar, light the pine and take a smoke
It’s all good, we all fine, Big Marcus brought the moonshine
Kid Rock in the dashboard
Peaches shakin in the moonlight
Somethin bout them backroads stretchin out across the county line
It takes me back to my days of young when my grandma was my sunshine
I love all the things that the country brings
Backroads ridin little country lane
On a front porch with my girl and kids cause the smell of an evenin country rain may not mean that much to some but to me its where my heart belongs
I’m callin on them country roads them the ones that take me home

Country roads, take me home
To a backwoods creek down a long dirt road
If it means an old headstone
At least I’ll be, I’ll be where I belong

Them country roads mean a lot to me
Georgia mountains, Carolina’s Cherokee, Smokey Mountains in the hills of Tennessee
If you like me you probably agree
Its like something good
Like something sweet
Like something green
Like mamma’s tea
Raised to be how I wanted to be
At the end of the road the sunset is for free
Not tryin to put down the city but these country roads sure are pretty
Times I feel so young for what I know
Damn there’s no place like home
I like to hear some creek I’m flowing down that’s some road I’m goin
Hell yeah that’s where I belong
While we getting there, we all sing along

Country roads, take me home
To a backwoods creek down a long dirt road
If it means an old headstone
At least I’ll be, I’ll be where I belong

Country roads, (country roads take me home)
To a backwoods creek (sideways down an old dirt road)
If it means an old headstone
At least I’ll be, I’ll be where I belong

Nuclear warheads expenditure to be increased by more than 40%

 

The UK government prefers to spend money on weapons of mass destruction (similar to the WMD’s that we invaded Iraq for, only they did not actually have any) than people who save lives.

 

Nurse’s wages to increase by 1% (minus inflation of 1.5%)

 

If you are ever unfortunate enough to be in Intensive Care, being looked after by a nurse who has to use food-banks to survive, you can take solace in the knowledge that the government has increased its capability to destroy the planet.

It is Dalek mentality

 

Years have trailed past like clouds over a country,
And they’ll never return, for they’re gone forever,
And I no longer enjoy such light endeavour
As the magic of folk songs or the land of faery

Which as a child filled me with wonder,
Not quite understood yet meaning so much to me,
And now these shadows try to recapture me
In this hour of mystery, this twilight hour.

These trembling fingers touch the strings in vain
To find the right notes from the fading memory
Of youth, so that my soul can vibrate again.

Everything’s disappeared from the horizon of that distant plain
And you can no longer hear the voice of past harmony.
Behind me time gathers . . . and I darken!

 

Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu


Trecut-au anii ca nori lungi pe şesuri
Şi niciodată n-or să vie iară,
Căci nu mă-ncântă azi cum mă mişcară
Poveşti şi doine, ghicitori, eresuri,

Ce fruntea-mi de copil o-nseninară,
Abia-nţelese, pline de-nţelesuri –
Cu-a tale umbre azi în van mă-mpesuri,
O, ceas al tainei, asfinţit de sară.

Să smulg un sunet din trecutul vieţii,
Să fac, o, suflet, ca din nou să tremuri
Cu mâna mea în van pe liră lunec;

Pierdut e totu-n zarea tinereţii
Şi mută-i gura dulce-a altor vremuri,
Iar timpul creşte-n urma mea… mă-ntunec!

 

It’s no news that I can trust you with my secrets
Your reputation for discretion is well-known
And I appreciate a glimpse into your misery
Tell me just one thing and then you’re on your own

Am I still pencilled in on your calendar
Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say
I know it’s Thanksgiving Night and you say you love me
But who’ll be the last lover standing come Saint Valentine’s Day

Was it adventure, was it fear of sanctuary
That was a trip a bit far out, even for you
I know you’re busy directing your lifelong documentary
Documenting was all you wanted me to do

Am I still pencilled in on your calendar
Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say
I know it’s Christmas Morning and you say you love me
But who’ll be the last lover standing come Saint Valentine’s Day

I had my heart close to my left when the table got kicked over
It’s what you wanted but you got nothing instead even less
Now even your gallery of pigeons has been picked up by the vultures
There’s only one thing left for you to confess

Am I still pencilled in on your calendar
Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say
I know it’s New Year’s Eve and you say you love me
But who’ll be the last lover standing
Who’ll be the last lover standing
Who’ll be the last lover standing
Come Saint Valentine’s Day

 

The solitary bird sings
On this quiet and sunny day,
I have everything I need
Except friends that could not stay.

The life cycle trundles on
Auld Lang Syne has been sung,
We toast a new beginning
As the new day has just begun.

I have travelled arduous miles
To arrive at this stage in my life,
And I wonder if it has been worth it,
Going through all the trouble and strife.

Without the friends I had in my life,
The journey would not have been so worthwhile,
My friends stood by me and helped me
And always greeted me with a smile

A life Without good friends
Makes the world a harsher place,
Cherish each one dearly forever,
For they can never be replaced.

 

 

A lot of people have had a lot of pain to bare this year. Just like every year, but with a pandemic on top of everything else. There has been a lot more suffering than usual. There has been a new type of suffering that people have experienced where they have been unable to touch their loved ones when they were ill, or even see them. There have been people who have been unable to attend the funeral of close relatives due to travel restrictions.

Some countries have faired a lot better than others. Losing loved ones due to inept governments who put their political agenda and cronies first, has caused a lot more anguish, because lives have been lost unnecessarily.

As we reach the end of 2020, I think it is more important than ever to try to think positively and not to lose hope, because there is an air of uncertainty swirling around that instils a feeling of unease.

I have resisted the urge to go into a political rant, because that really is doom and gloom. Although my blogging activity is far less frequent than it used to be, interacting with people from other countries seems even more important to me since we share a global problem.

I wish you all a healthy, prosperous and Happy New Year and hope the light at the end of your tunnel gets brighter every day.

Love and Peace,

 

 

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