SoCS: How did this start?

How in the world did we get to this level of disgrace?

I am writing my SOC today in anger, sorry people but this is going to be a rant and for once a fully justified one at the state of how we are progressing as a society and how we now treat people as poorly as some treat animals (and that isn’t just either but that’s for another social warrior day)
What began this outrage was the fact that today I had to shepherd my very frustrating but ailing mother out at the crack of dawn in order to be assessed for a benefit that I was already sure was going to be refused before we even got to the place: because this is what it’s set up to do.

Perhaps you might have heard of it, that thing we now call PIP (personal independence payment), perhaps you might have had or know someone that has had to have dealings with it over the years since its change from DLA (disability living allowance) and know of its utter frustration. From what I can tell all it serves to do it make things as awkward as possible for anyone who actually needs help to claim it yet easier for people who know how to play the system and shout the loudest.

Don’t get me wrong I am fully aware that there are scandalous people that have made a living out of claiming benefits for things they shouldn’t really be entitled to, yet it seems to me that instead of calling these people out, we tread lightly around and end up penalising the vulnerable people who most need our help. I try to stay calm, yet I just can’t help but get mad at the injustice of it all. There are people who are quite clearly disabled and need our help but instead we try to trick them and make them feel shame; they are often the kind of person that doesn’t see themselves as disabled and they want to be able to look after themselves and are embarrassed at asking for help. Yet these are the people that we, as a society, choose to shun or ignore, these are the people that will be refused help and not try again. The people that are the easiest targets to refuse are the ones that we should be looking out for, but we don’t, and time after time we let down the people we should be protecting because the ‘rules’ imposed by higher beings only serve to not give them bad press.

Why can’t we just stop pussy footing around people – call out the people that clearly are just lazy gits regardless of the fact that they will kick up a fuss and cause embarrassment; then we can put all our efforts into caring for the people that actually need help being able to survive on a daily basis. How do we allow our proud elderly and disabled community to go unnoticed and uncared for because they don’t shout up for help?
Surely those who try to just get on with it regardless of difficulty and pain should be the ones that most need our help? Those that have never had an interest in an honest living but know exactly which words and phrases will tick the boxes, and will shout when they don’t get their own way until they do get it – surely these are the ones we should be shunning as an enlightened society.

How have we got to this place as humanity where we look after the strong (or cunning), yet allow the weak to fall by the wayside? How did we digress from a society that looks after its less fortunate to one that encourages us to penalize people who are trying, every day and struggling yet don’t want to cause anyone a fuss?
How do we not rise up and shout about how unfair the whole system is, and rally with despair at the people who have taken advantage of it, causing such suspicion?

How can we ignore the needs of our society so much that we treat people who need help as though they were an object to be ashamed of needing help?

How do we even live with ourselves knowing that just living is the real struggle for so many people, who have nobody to speak up for them?

How does this all go unnoticed, everyday?

How?

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What a trouble maker that Linda is! – why not join in with the SoCS prompts too, they may just inspire you to write all night too.

Also inspired, orΒ incensed even me enough to write all night and actually use the blog I have just been playing around with – If you want to see the longest blog post ever this is it

My longest post ever

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16 comments

  1. Well ranted. In any society there will be those who work little and profit some, but that does not excuse us from the responsibility of caring for those who truly need it. We are all bound to one another.

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  2. Hey Ginni,

    With sincerity you have spoken on behalf of thousands of people whose lives in the UK have been dramatically affected whilst transitioning from DLA to PIP. I agree with the heart of the sentiment and opinion you offer.

    Could I perhaps extend you my email address Ginni and encourage your contact should you wish to understand a little more about PIP. I will be able to offer advice regarding your mother’s application, whether that be progressing it to a rightful conclusion, or engaging with the disputes process should she not be successfully awarded. I trust you understand what I mean jellybean? πŸ™‚ Dewin.Nefol@gmail.com

    Excellent work Ginni! I love it when Fire burns passionately with rightful indignation and ignites a flaming wand!

    Namaste

    DN – 26/02/2017

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      1. Hey Ginni,

        That’ll be the rush of spring you wear so well upon your flushing cheek, Ms Ginni. πŸ™‚

        In 1939 John Steinbeck published Grapes of Wrath: an iconic novel readily exposing the bleakness experienced during the Great Depression. A great depression deliberately instigated by the vile shadows of the gross-ly elite financing America.

        In 2017 Ginni set about writing the Flames of Wrath: a contemporary novel readily exposing the bleakness experienced during the current Great Depression. A great depression deliberately manufactured by the shadows of the gross-ly elite financing the World.

        Your pen, a flaming wand, is mightier than the shadow of their sword. Do not flinch in the face of adversity but respond with words that go viral. Publish what you write, publish what you receive, and in so doing allow the people at the heart of the world to judge them who judge us. These dysfunctional beings whose decisions leave despair and suffering in their wake, they will fall for they are already long fallen themselves. Democracy has become tyranny wrapped in the in the pretty paper of Government controlled Media empires. The world demands Truth not fiction! The shadows should be afraid of what is to be returned to them a million times over. Either on Earth or in Heaven these shadows will pay for self-indulgence and self-effacement, for in ‘God We Trust.’

        So to one and all…

        Write to every MP complaining bitterly!
        Write to every newspaper protesting urgently!
        Write to every Bank and Financial company!
        Write to every defective executive agency!
        Tell them the truth about despairing misery
        How greed destroys innocent lives so easily
        Tell them of suffering of despair and poverty
        Tell them how inhuman is their activity
        To want, to need, to own, so rapaciously
        Tell them of ethics values and morality
        Show them what really matters to humanity
        Sweet freedom to Live and Love eternally

        ~ + ~

        Hoping all is well with both you and mum. Have a Great week!

        Namaste

        DN – 28/02/2017

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  3. Hey Ginni,

    May I add small comment more?

    Thank you πŸ™‚

    Namaste

    DN –

    ~ A Fairy Tale ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    Sweet freedom for a new Star to flourish Her form.
    Free from all political hot air.

    Holders of cardboard offices and Cabinet space.
    Disrespectful House members greenly old freshly new.
    House sitters face makers home makers self takers pray.
    Pray tell us all what is fair?
    Tell the world here.
    What is fair fare for your fallen goddess Lady Money?

    ~

    Who decides what is deemed Beneficially fair ?
    And to whom do you present that judgement?
    To God?
    To a Goddess?
    To your illusionary Lady Money perhaps?

    ~

    Geriatric gentlemen laissez-faire women and self-appointed members.
    Else new lady members and genteel men.
    Pray lend me your ears children of Gaia!
    Earth demands you listen.
    She demands a New Eden.
    A new godly Goddess

    ~

    Ministers do you believe in God?
    In a God?
    Or perhaps in a little Magic?
    This ditty maybe, a mere frippery for freedoms sake.
    Two words.
    ‘Mediocris fabula!’

    ~

    Fairy Tales.
    When you did last believe in Fairy Tales?
    Were you sat in wonder wandering without fear?
    Wondering only at the wonder bound between pages of folk-lore?
    Fables so bold were those tales told of legendary Kings of old.
    How they might still tender your tender ear.
    Chuckled Merlin the Seer.

    ~

    Would you believe fair Lady Fair is feeling despair?
    I do.
    From somewhere alone cold far away she is heard.
    Perhaps from a high hilltop or lofty tower I hear Her weeping on the Wind.
    Do you?
    Her tears lifted airborne soaring singing her song of woe.
    Would you have once heard Her weeping silently between words listening to a fairy tale told once upon a time long ago?

    ~

    Her tower, the one you once imagined so vividly is not still yours!
    Her power is Her own to now own and wield fairly.
    That has always been Her story.
    Were you ever read that fairy tale?
    Perhaps it was once upon a time long ago?

    ~

    She weeps waiting for you to hear Her weeping once again.
    Alone is She.
    Still bound between pages of a fairy tale
    Told as a Legend.
    Bound to Romance written once upon a time long ago

    ~

    Her tears are falling.
    Not in judgement of you adm-minister-ators.
    Captors of fairness.
    You are ephemeral fleeting insignificant in Her eyes.
    She is Eternal and will be heard, eventually.

    ~

    Once upon a time long ago.
    Weeping tears alone far away.
    She heard us.
    Felt us.
    Our despair.
    The people of Earth,
    She knows we care about fair Lady Fair.
    We care about how fairly you treat a Goddess born with Grace.
    Born from Love.
    We care about what is deemed fair for fair loving Lady Fair.
    Our fair Lady Fair.
    An illuminated Goddess of hallowed virtue.

    ~

    Do you care?
    What do you care about fair Lady Fair?
    Or about Fairy Tale?

    ~

    Do you really care?
    Or care caring only to be deemed fair?
    By whom?
    By a goddess?
    By a cardboard goddess perhaps?
    By a goddess found in her fat lofty tower?
    Bound by cabinets and cupboards?

    ~

    Your false goddess she is not our fair Lady Fair
    She is unfair Lady Money
    Romancing the godless god back to life.
    Her fall an act of sexual conquest.

    ~

    Whilst here, may I ask after fair Lady Compassion?
    How is she your goddess?
    Self-indulging with the godless god?
    Falling in the act of sexual congress.
    ~

    Generosity?
    Also fallen? Godless god syndrome perhaps?
    My goodness!
    Fallen in the act of congress.

    ~

    One Goddess after another their virtue taken?
    By a god?
    By a godless process?
    By a godless god process?
    By a godless god romancing the godless goddess?
    Oh my!
    Tis not how I heard their stories told from once upon a time long ago….

    ~

    Tell me ministers.
    Who dares severe virtuous Roses on Gaia’s sweet earth when each was gifted by the voice of God?
    In God we trust?
    Do you?

    ~

    Perhaps fair Lady Money is only fair to the few?
    To the fair few who find the godless goddess?
    Found bound in cabinets and cupboards?
    Perhaps she is there with fair Lady Compassion?
    And fair Lady Generosity?
    All godless goddesses ravaged by a rapacious godless god?
    Oh my!

    ~

    Once upon a bedtime story fair Lady Compassion was merciful.
    Tender.
    I heard Her Fairy Tale told once upon a time long ago.
    Did you?

    ~

    In Fable fair Lady Generosity was magnanimousness munificent!
    So blessed was She with nobility kindness benevolence charity.
    Her story was never a station for loftiness, low-mindedness small-heartedness misery.
    But a tale found bound by infinite liberality.

    ~

    In other tall tales of bold legendary adventure
    A true King’s wealth was found when bound to fair Lady Gaia.
    It is She who becomes us.
    When firm fertile fecund and flourishing.
    With spring, with Spirit, Fairy Tale and form.

    ~

    Abundant is sweet Lady Fair ever generous with Her bounty.
    Life giving for one and all when in despair.
    Even the fair few amusing the muse of fallen goddesses.
    To amuse fair Lady Money.
    How fair would they fare if fair were not fair Lady Fair at all?

    ~

    Fair Lady Fair should have a Knight dare be her fair hero.
    To quest Her rescue from somewhere cold alone far away.
    From Her tower where your godless god takes Her sweet innocence.
    To amuse the muse amused in unfair Lady Money

    ~

    What Hero would arise from rank and file to protect fair Lady Fair’s fair innocence?
    Who would dare do that?
    Would you dare be so noble or were you ever so fair?
    When listening to stories told once upon a time long ago?
    Dare you be fair to fair Lady Fair?
    Dare you free here from her unfair bondage?

    ~

    Be fair or dare you be otherwise?
    Would that be fair?
    Perhaps only fairly fair?
    But not Fairy Tale fair.
    Not to our fair Goddess, Lady Fair.

    ~

    Would you care to comment?
    Or care not to care about fair Lady Fair?
    Would you care even to not care by cursing swearing.
    Your idea of fair are fair as your ideas about fair Lady Liberty?

    ~

    Once upon a time long ago She was Fair.
    Fair Lady Liberty was supremely fair.
    Sweet Freedom.
    That is what they used to call Her.
    Do they still?

    ~ +~

    Namaste

    DN – 01/03/2017

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  4. Hey Ginni,

    And perhaps one other more? πŸ™‚

    Namaste

    DN – 01/03/2017

    ~ Homeless was I with Venus ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    To cut a dash with elegant appeal, Sir
    May I cut at the heart of Government?

    ~

    Would the Prime Minister pass comment?
    Or else revise his answer advising confusion?
    Or profusion or tissue of lines?
    Bless me!
    This cold blocks my nose closed almost frozen.
    My words don’t always sound quite how they should.

    ~

    I shall ask for nothing more no more nevermore!
    No blanket of Love evermore
    But one small space for grace?
    For many to read between warm bed-sheets each cold night.
    Beneath starlight gazing dazing hazing
    Left to lift so homelessly alone.
    Intoxicated! Gloriously drunk!
    Sobering on sweet drafts of Beauty and Grace.
    Her Star a Goddess transcended
    Ascended once adored she is Love’s lace.
    A draft of grace!
    She is perfect.
    Venus I mean.
    Perfect pose prose poise elegance and grace
    Sweet Venus.
    She is Love.
    My Love.

    Sir, is She also yours?

    ~

    Namaste

    DN – 01/03/2017

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  5. Hey Ginni,

    One more?

    Namaste πŸ™‚

    DN – 01/03/2017

    ~ Fair Judgement ~ BY Dewin Nefol ~

    You are fallen.

    Failed.
    Ill-fitting of this glorious Crown our emerald Earth.
    God’s tended Earth.
    Neither yours nor mine.
    She is fit for all Her children to reign.
    Supreme.
    She is fit for you as well.
    But formless when parasites prosper.

    One asks is paradise lost in parasites?
    Milton asked the same thing once upon a time long ago.

    Did he ever live to hear an answer?
    It matters not.

    What matters is the crowning of our Emerald Jewel.
    New Eden.
    Her paradise will follow.
    Flourish.
    God has spoken.

    Your godless god given to godless goddesses
    Cannot live for evermore.
    Or ever again.
    Nevermore!
    Decreed the Raven.
    As Merlin chuckled somewhere close by.

    ~

    Namaste

    DN – 01/03/2017

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