My Dad, I consider, was murdered by Capitalism.
He succumbed to his third heart attack in September 1978, two weeks after I started my PhD in Chemistry at my beloved UCL.
He was fifty-six years old, or so I thought.
That had two consequences. First, because my Mum, who is still alive, at the age of ninety-four has had to endure forty-two years' widowhood on a reduced State Pension: because Dad 'died' early, he didn't have a full National Insurance record, so his wife, my Mum, had the double whammy of an early widowhood and a Reduced State Pension.
The same is true of one of her sisters, my Godmother, who, all being well will be one-hundred years' old this year.
So much, then for the 'Mixed Economy' and its 'Welfare State': the former a Tory idea, the second a Liberal plot.
Both foisted on The Labour Government of 1945-51.
The second, or at least, a second consequence of the murder of my Dad by Capitalism, was that his son, this son, spent *his* fifty-sixth year quietly, and irrationally, wondering if his fifty-sixth year would, also, be his last: my last.
It was not to be.
Firstly, I'm now sixty-nine, dreading the appearance, each morning, of each day.
Secondly, it turned out that my Dad didn't die at fifty-six years'of age.
He died at the age, my Mum told me later, of fifty-seven.
So much for my year of silent worry.
Which brings me to this mask thing.
Capitalism has gradually ratcheted-up the Iron Heel on our necks.
Now, The Party of Freedom (as if!), the Neoliberal Tories have reverted to their True Selves: the Nazi Party of NeoConservative Authoritarianism.
The hypocrisy is breathtaking: it lobbied for escape from The Iron Heel of The European Imposition, with which I agree, only to replace the tantalising prospect that I will be fined One-hundred Pounds Sterling (not Euros) if I go into a shop not wearing a mask (incidentally, I haven't got a mask, nor do I want one: my Quaker Testimony to Integrity in-forms me, that to wear one would be wrong).
So where next with thus agenda of Nazi NeoConservative Authoritarianism?
The Rack?
The Inquisition?
Movement Sensors as well as 'Smart Meters' in every home? The former was threatened to us at Coleridge House 'For Our Safety', the latter already exists in 'my' Housing .Associatiin flat here in Littlehampton, monitoring my every switch-on and switch-off.
If we were 'self-responsible' to adhere to the (anti-)social distancing during the height of the lock-in, why not now?
Oh yes, I get it: anti-socialism.
Nothing more, nothing less.
The Continuatiin Of Zionism/Capitalism/Nazi/Iron Heel Tyranny: Authoriatarian NeoConservatism.
Is that what my Dad's war-time service in the RAF To Defeat Nazism/Fascism was all about?
I doubt ir.
He succumbed to his third heart attack in September 1978, two weeks after I started my PhD in Chemistry at my beloved UCL.
He was fifty-six years old, or so I thought.
That had two consequences. First, because my Mum, who is still alive, at the age of ninety-four has had to endure forty-two years' widowhood on a reduced State Pension: because Dad 'died' early, he didn't have a full National Insurance record, so his wife, my Mum, had the double whammy of an early widowhood and a Reduced State Pension.
The same is true of one of her sisters, my Godmother, who, all being well will be one-hundred years' old this year.
So much, then for the 'Mixed Economy' and its 'Welfare State': the former a Tory idea, the second a Liberal plot.
Both foisted on The Labour Government of 1945-51.
The second, or at least, a second consequence of the murder of my Dad by Capitalism, was that his son, this son, spent *his* fifty-sixth year quietly, and irrationally, wondering if his fifty-sixth year would, also, be his last: my last.
It was not to be.
Firstly, I'm now sixty-nine, dreading the appearance, each morning, of each day.
Secondly, it turned out that my Dad didn't die at fifty-six years'of age.
He died at the age, my Mum told me later, of fifty-seven.
So much for my year of silent worry.
Which brings me to this mask thing.
Capitalism has gradually ratcheted-up the Iron Heel on our necks.
Now, The Party of Freedom (as if!), the Neoliberal Tories have reverted to their True Selves: the Nazi Party of NeoConservative Authoritarianism.
The hypocrisy is breathtaking: it lobbied for escape from The Iron Heel of The European Imposition, with which I agree, only to replace the tantalising prospect that I will be fined One-hundred Pounds Sterling (not Euros) if I go into a shop not wearing a mask (incidentally, I haven't got a mask, nor do I want one: my Quaker Testimony to Integrity in-forms me, that to wear one would be wrong).
So where next with thus agenda of Nazi NeoConservative Authoritarianism?
The Rack?
The Inquisition?
Movement Sensors as well as 'Smart Meters' in every home? The former was threatened to us at Coleridge House 'For Our Safety', the latter already exists in 'my' Housing .Associatiin flat here in Littlehampton, monitoring my every switch-on and switch-off.
If we were 'self-responsible' to adhere to the (anti-)social distancing during the height of the lock-in, why not now?
Oh yes, I get it: anti-socialism.
Nothing more, nothing less.
The Continuatiin Of Zionism/Capitalism/Nazi/Iron Heel Tyranny: Authoriatarian NeoConservatism.
Is that what my Dad's war-time service in the RAF To Defeat Nazism/Fascism was all about?
I doubt ir.
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