Clarence: Boggling!

The mental heath services have killed at least 2000 children apparently. Allegations of very serious abuse and death.

721 children maimed by rogue surgeon at the country’s most famous children’s hospital.

Our police include some of our worst criminals.

We’ve known all this for years why is it news? Okay the surgeon is a bit of a shock, but not much of one as it’s not the first time.

I can’t get my head around the fact that this country’s flagship health service is guilty of so much crime. I guess criminals and abusers go where they have the best opportunity for crime. Or in the Fire Brigade, the best for misogyny.

In all these services, in business, there are bullies, gaslighters misogynists, outright criminals. In business there are also slave employers not even paying a true living wage while they rake in massive bonuses.

Poisoning our water and polluting our seas and rivers, and taking eye watering sums of money for doing that.

Why is this so widespread people ask? Two reasons; humanity is the problem. Politicians start off as public. The various powers that be turn a blind eye, including the government.

It’s a permanent game, the public vote them in believing that they can counter what we as a whole do. Then they can’t act because they’re funded by the people who most need shooting.

Plus if they took away control from the abusers of all kinds including public trust, they either have to run the entire country otherwise everything would stop dead.

There would just be a number of decent people running everything, burning out faster than a cheap candle.

You only have to look at the public releasing thousands of memorial balloons that regularly kill farm and other animals, not giving a toss as long as they can do what they want to do. That’s a widespread problem not related solely to balloons.

Not allowing ambulances to be thrown into the nearest space while they rush indoors to save lives. How does that make sense?

The point is that the problem services and businesses employ the public. If we could get our heads around the fact that there’s a huge need for more decency, honesty, consideration, kindness, we could put all this right so easily.

But what do you expect from generations who sat and sit indoors playing computer games, often violent ones, only connecting virtually? They literally don’t understand other.

That’s why social media is a muck spreading, lie-making cess pit, perfect for the use of criminals, ideal for the spread of disinformation, and only held up like the rest of our society by the silent decent majority.

If you’re as stunned as I am you need to be louder!

If you’re a decent person from the isolated generation feeling rather put out here, remember, there are always people who will take the high road because they’re naturally good and decent. Take a few moments to upgrade your self respect and understand what a treasured necessity you are in this world.

And now you know why I bring in crazy stories of my crazy family and batsh*t off-the -scales demented friend Mildred. Because she doesn’t have a bad bone in her body! She’s actually a fierce fighter for the underdog.

Mind you, if she knows her client has harmed someone they will live to regret it. She has her ways. She never loses a case but by the time she’s explained to her clients what the friends (she doesn’t really have) will do to them, I honestly think she straightens out more criminals than the entire criminal justice system put together.

Boy that woman can tell a convincing story. Even I’m not sure I’m not being watched day and night by specialist spy satellites that can see through walls, rooves, metal, and three hundred feet underground.

She also told me once what the Late Queen carried in her handbag, and it wasn’t a marmalade sandwich, brilliant though that was!

I said “Mildred! I didn’t know you’d ever been to the Palace!” She replied “Oh darling you do underestimate me! You also believe I’m just a Barrister, not everything you see is the complete truth.”

A few weeks later the clandestine services broke up a criminal gang about to destabilise our country. I rushed home full of the story to give Mildred the inside track before the story broke. For some reason I always wanted to tell her just never my wife! That always puzzled me. She just said “Yes darling, I knew that last week. They did rather a good job but I’m deeply concerned that you were able to find out.” And hung up.

The next week a senior member of MI6 resigned for health reasons, and he did look shell shocked enough to know her. I still don’t know what to think.

Anyway…

The antidote

Grandson is back home and slightly confused. He was sure he was staying with me, hiding in the loft. My son went spare so I asked my Grandson to describe my loft.

He said “dirty, dusty, and filled with decades of crap”. His father’s baby clothes were stored up there along with his first rattle, school reports. Mainly questionable – “Barry shows a complete disinterest in everything. His mother says he’s just like his father.” Plus all the usual bits and bobs you collect when you realise that the precious years where they will think you’re wonderful are flying past far too fast. When you won’t be able to push your nose into their hair or tummy and breathe in that clean baby smell. (Deb think kittens.)

However, I am much faster than Harry, yes Harry son of Barry, I employed loft fitters to turn it into an office with a proper set of stairs, and craftily bought second hand furniture to made it look like it had been that way for a long time. Even stained the carpet with a beer spill.

All Mildred’s idea. The Lord of Misrule. You may think it should say Lady or Baroness as a Lady Lord is a Baroness. Milders just looked at me and said that were she ever elevated then she would be a Lord and they could like it. I said… “or lump it?” She said… “They won’t dare be so ungentlemanly, I know too much.”

Who is this woman and what does she really do? She’s as likely to be dressed like a hippy, as present as boringly staid, mainly in black, navy, or grey. Hair wildly free, or totally tamed. It’s almost as if there are two people in there and you never quite know who you’ll get. They’re both dangerous and also incredibly kind though.

Confusing but such fun! It’s only thanks to her and my grandson that I dare mention politics.

Clarence

P.S. I’m honestly not sure that Mildred doesn’t have those friends. That or she scares the bejeezers out of them herself. If you ever meet her, don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t steal, don’t do harm to anything, and understand that the bloody woman isn’t just psychic, she’s pre-psychic, and knows before you do.

I once spent two hours going between two shops in Oxford Street trying to get her the perfect necklace for a big birthday. She smiled, hugged me, and said “Darling you really should have got me the other one, it was far cheaper and there was an extra ten percent off that day. But how sweet that you didn’t. The salesman’s outfit was awful though wasn’t it, did that put you off?”

Actually it did, I couldn’t trust anyone wearing that! He was wearing a Barnsley football lapel pin on his jacket!