Are you here too? Well I say, not bad for coming to school then sleeping on the streets at night

        We are not just looking for mines we are looking for the dead children buried one upon another and another.

Friends I have known for years, now there are men who will make it rich on the backs of others. Now they take others' money down by  taking the Hippocratic oath and spitting on it. How low can you get before you see what you're doing to one another? Look at one another and instead of hurting one another help each other like Hippocrates intended.

So you think you are different to me do you? Well you are not! I take, you take.

When men who rule see they are not immortal, children laying in hospital waiting for a cancerous death to those who hold back the drugs from them. How much have you sold this country for? Do you consider yourselves like Dr Elizabeth Hall who was given the MBE? To meet the people who work amongst people  like this is an honour but even what they have worked for is being taken away from them.

What are you going to do then?    I am talking about nurses. Don't you know that for every hospital that is closed it's less nurses. When you run out of places to put soldiers in new hospitals especially for them. When do we stop?

I don't begrudge our troops anything, but when it comes time for them they go to new houses and get the best medical care, while others who have had terrible injuries working in this country putting fires out and saving lives and still risk their lives, yet still they wait at the back of the queue for treatment.  I would not blame our troops for this but the people of this country know where the blame lies. Since when do we need a man with a knighthood? Does it make him and the people under him better men? This man's income could pay for more nurses. 

Come on, this country is getting like Victorian times, now they want your organs and next Jack the Ripper wil be roaming our streets.

Et tu Brute? Let's try prima nocte now and see how they like it!

Well things are getting worse now. Doesn't it make you think? We are putting our own aircraft into mothballs and being forced to fly rubbish,  rubbish from other countries. We have got rid of so many inventions from this country it's time we stopped.

We have fought so many wars yet not once in those battles did any of our allies fire on us. When will they  bring the guilty to justice?

                  

                        

                                                     

This could have been someone's son

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This tank with flail can save lives. Don't you want to look on Google for more information? These beat the ground with chains.

                                                   I say, they said we would like this Uni.

They really mean to drag this country down don't they?  There are many who were proud of this country. 

When I look at this picture I see a man who treats people with contempt.

Oh what a life for a dodo!

Well well your parents are dead are they? We only worked them till they were 70 years old and it's not our fault that there wasn't enough medicine for everyone. We made sure it went round our part of the the counntry. We waited 400 years to get our own back like Marie Antoinette: 'Let them eat cow cake.'

So we are not behind the times. In the front is a flail tank used to beat mines in the road. The amount of men's lives they saved was immeasurable, whereas the mine detectors today are hit and miss. Isn't it time to bring them back?

What is more important: an £8000 metal detector or a flail tank? Bring people in who can teach the lads to use the metal detectors - I would soon teach them as I have worked with them for years - or give them a flail tank. You could save on sadness; sadness of  men and sadness of families.

The flail tank could look like a dodo but Mr Churchill was behind it's design, I suppose you remember him?

 

'Can I have some more Sir?'

'More boy? No you cannot! One meal a day is enough for any of you! We have got a war to fight and another and another. Now get out!'

Like I said there's only room for one. If we put a few tank flails out here they will say it was our idea then where will you be? You'll be the one they will  turn on and then call it friendly fire.

Is this a sign of things to come? The workhouse.......

Well well your parents are dead are they? We only worked them till they were 70 years old and it's not our fault that there wasn't enough medicine for everyone. We made sure it went round our part of the the counntry. We waited 400 years to get our own back like Marie Antoinette: 'Let them eat cow cake.'

So we are not behind the times. In the front is a flail tank used to beat mines in the road. The amount of men's lives they saved was immeasurable, whereas the mine detectors today are hit and miss. Isn't it time to bring them back?

What is more important: an £8000 metal detector or a flail tank? Bring people in who can teach the lads to use the metal detectors - I would soon teach them as I have worked with them for years - or give them a flail tank. You could save on sadness; sadness of  men and sadness of families.

The flail tank could look like a dodo but Mr Churchill was behind it's design, I suppose you remember him?

 

'Can I have some more Sir?'

'More boy? No you cannot! One meal a day is enough for any of you! We have got a war to fight and another and another. Now get out!'

  

Mother you never told me school would be like this! Do you think they have sold our country down the river?

Well, you have seen a little of the future and it is going to be like this. It was once and it will be again. It's not too late to turn around;  remember you are not your brother's keeper. You have Kane and Abel and one took the other's place.

Like Kane and Abel  you must swap sides if you want the future to change. 

Do it for the people.

For those who can remember -  well  I can -  when  my mother scrubbed the floors. Us children went to Catholic schools where some were abused. I was one of the lucky ones who was not.

Don't you think you have done enough to this country?

Like the phoenix they will return and their promises become truth

The phoenix was a bird that fell to earth and burst into flames after it fulfilled its promises. It then rose again and like Excalibur it will be grasped by the one who will know how to run things.

There are many children and people dying in this country, can you carry the mill stone for them?  There are people you know, I wonder do you laugh when you find out. Do you?

I don't.

Are we all dodos?

Are we all dodos? Well are we?

I have seen many things and so have other men and  women. We have been to war - did anyone put a price on that? Well we the people of this country were  never told anything about what was to happen to the people of this country. My  family have been in this country for hundreds of years but like the dodo there is a time like the phoenix to come.

There is the story of the salt grinder:

Far away, long ago, the sea was a giant lake full of clear, fresh water. Two brothers lived by the sea on a cliff, each in his own home, one on top of the hill and the other below. Each brother began life with the same inheritance. One brother grew wealthy while the other grew poor. In those faraway times, salt was the measure of wealth. Salt was rare because it was transported from distant lands. Salt was necessary to preserve food because refrigerators hadn’t been invented. Salt made food tasty. The richer someone was, the more salt he used.

Each morning, the poor brother walked along the beach searching. One day, his toe scraped a hard edge in a big sand-hill. He dug away the sand and uncovered a large salt grinder. A tiny rock of salt remained in the chamber.  He raced home and plonked the mill onto the kitchen table and began to turn the grinding wheel. The wheel refused to budge.

“Broken!” he grunted. He leaned on the handle to twist the wheel. “Come on, grind!” The grinding wheel turned on its own. Salt poured from the mill and streamed onto the table. His hands scooped up the precious salt, salt he could trade at market. The poor man laughed at thoughts of a full cupboard and a crackling fireplace. He scooped the salt into a bag. “Salt enough for everything I need. “ He tried to halt the turning salt grinder, but the wheel kept turning and the salt pile grew larger and larger. He shook the grinder. “Oh, please stop.” The wheel stopped.

So it was. Each market day, the grateful man held the salt grinder over a basket. “Come on, grind.” Salt gushed filling the basket until the man repeated, “Oh, please stop.”

Each week, the rich brother opened his shutters and saw changes at his poor brother’s house. First a goat appeared, next a cow, finally a pig grazed in the yard next door. Curiosity pulled the rich brother downhill.

The rich brother asked. “I’m pleased as punch that you’re doing well! What’s your secret?”
The humble brother removed the mysterious salt mill from the shelf.
“Watch this! When I say “Come on, grind!” the mill pours salt. And to stop you must say “Oh, please stop!””
The rich brother begged “May I please borrow it for one night?”
“Of course you can!” came the reply.

In two shakes of a lamb’s tail, the rich man was out the door grasping the salt grinder. He scurried uphill and plunked the salt grinder on his table. “Come on, grind!” He shouted as he dragged a bucket under the salt grinder. He raced through house and barn gathering buckets, bushels, baskets and cans. Brimming containers soon filled the rich man’s market wagon.

The hall clock chimed twelve. The wagon was full. “I’ll get gold for that lot tomorrow.” He smiled. “Brilliant! Now stop.” But the salt kept flowing. “Good enough! Stop!” But the grinder kept turning. “Stop!” he yelled.

Salt poured onto the table and spilled onto the floor. The man rushed for a container, but his greed had left nothing in reserve. Salt continued to flow. Salt streamed into the parlour and covered the couch, the piano, and the pictures on the wall. Salt flooded every room. The foundations strained to hold the house and finally broke.

The house rolled downhill into the ocean and salt still gushed from the mill. Salt burst the front door and poured into the sea. White clouds of salt billowed underwater. The sea passed it from one wave to the next. When the salt reached the rivers, the rivers pushed back. The marsh grasses of the deltas fenced in the salt, protecting the fruit and flowers blossoming inland. Fish couldn’t swim upriver and died or changed unrecognizably. Nests were burned by the harsh crystals.

Even today, the rivers push the salt water back to sea in the marshland and river deltas, protecting the upper river and the inland lakes from the salt and keeping them clean, clear and fit for life.

Which just proves that if you keep taking from someone who has nothing you will end up with nothing yourself.

Well I thought I would start a blog about my feelings of life in general