What is the Point
Now my father was never what I would regard as political. He just did what he did well.
What I will say is that he was conceived out of wedlock and born in 1914 to a mother who lived in a poor house in Newton Abbot, in Devon.
He had a very hard upbringing by relatives in Plymouth.
Why am I telling you this, because when he retired from the Royal Navy in the mid sixties he received an MBE from the Queen and he had the rank of Lt. Cmdr.
Exactly which politician or political party enabled this man, brought up in poverty and hardship, to give me and my brothers and sisters the advantages which accrued to us.
I will say to you that nobody helped him, and there were millions like him, he did it because of duty, it was what was expected. He was a hard man but honest and fair, as honest and fair as it was possible to be.
He was on the Dorchester as she finally sank the Bismark and he watched sailors dying in their hundreds as she sped away leaving the German sailors to die a slow and terrible death. Images which stayed with him until the end of hs life.
Where am I going with this, you might ask. I will tell you.
We are coming to the end of the good times. People fought and died for me and my generation and we have seriously lost the plot. This is just so pathetic with politicians still sending young men to their deaths in foreign countries. With an economy which is soon to implode, where we have means testing of the poor, the old, and the infirmed. Where a labour government has to get everybody back to work. This is obscene, government has failed. Totally, miserably, abjectly failed and we do nothing but write our blogs.
This why I am getting angry. Because of the realisation that I have to keep asking of myself, what exactly was the point of all the deaths, all the wasted lives. It is not about poverty, we don't have the faintest idea about poverty, I mean real poverty, not only financial poverty but poverty of the soul. We have just so lost the plot.
What I will say is that he was conceived out of wedlock and born in 1914 to a mother who lived in a poor house in Newton Abbot, in Devon.
He had a very hard upbringing by relatives in Plymouth.
Why am I telling you this, because when he retired from the Royal Navy in the mid sixties he received an MBE from the Queen and he had the rank of Lt. Cmdr.
Exactly which politician or political party enabled this man, brought up in poverty and hardship, to give me and my brothers and sisters the advantages which accrued to us.
I will say to you that nobody helped him, and there were millions like him, he did it because of duty, it was what was expected. He was a hard man but honest and fair, as honest and fair as it was possible to be.
He was on the Dorchester as she finally sank the Bismark and he watched sailors dying in their hundreds as she sped away leaving the German sailors to die a slow and terrible death. Images which stayed with him until the end of hs life.
Where am I going with this, you might ask. I will tell you.
We are coming to the end of the good times. People fought and died for me and my generation and we have seriously lost the plot. This is just so pathetic with politicians still sending young men to their deaths in foreign countries. With an economy which is soon to implode, where we have means testing of the poor, the old, and the infirmed. Where a labour government has to get everybody back to work. This is obscene, government has failed. Totally, miserably, abjectly failed and we do nothing but write our blogs.
This why I am getting angry. Because of the realisation that I have to keep asking of myself, what exactly was the point of all the deaths, all the wasted lives. It is not about poverty, we don't have the faintest idea about poverty, I mean real poverty, not only financial poverty but poverty of the soul. We have just so lost the plot.
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