Terminal cancer diagnosis turns lifelong Tory activist against party

I have come to the same conclusion, a lifelong Tory voter I will no longer vote for them because of the way they have demonised the disabled and benefit claimants and still claim massive amounts of expenses for themselves.

Pride's Purge

After the Tory government took away her car and slashed her sickness benefits by half, a gran with terminal cancer has turned her back on the party she has supported all of her life.

Lifelong Tory activist Susan Whitby was shocked to discover the Tories have decided only people with less than 6 months to live are eligible for higher rates of support – and mobility support to help sick and disabled people get around has been slashed.

Full story:

Terminally ill Sidmouth gran’s disability allowance slashed by more than half

Maybe if the mainstream press started to report the whole truth, even Tory supporters would start to turn against their party?


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Time for a Laugh?

There has not been much to laugh about in recent weeks since the date of the EU referendum was announced.  There has been much fear mongering, mainly by the Remainers, but that’s to be expected when they have nothing really positive to say about staying in the EU.  Most reasonably well informed individuals now realise that the whole EEC, Common Market push of the seventies was nothing more than a scam, a piece of dishonest deceit practised against a population who, had they known the truth at the time, would have hung their Prime Minister up by his balls!

True to form, e.g. the ongoing deceit and lies that are MP’s expenses, the ensuing gaggle of Prime Ministers have perpetuated the lie and become a party to the biggest scam in the UK’s history, and none of them can claim any innocence in this matter, not even the woman who was not for turning!  If she had had balls hers should have been cut off too by not getting us out when she should or could have.

Now in my 63rd year, I am old enough to remember the rhetoric around joining the EEC and how it would be good to join the ‘Common Market’ a border free trading bloc, but I am also young enough not to have lost my marbles along the way, like many politicians think us mere plebs have done when it comes to the now labelled ‘EU’.  Time and time again they have lied about ‘ever closer union’ and we all now know what awaits us if we remain.  We were promised a referendum on  the Maastricht Treaty which was quickly withdrawn when it was allegedly ‘re-written’ to become something else despite the facts that the words meant the same thing.  Remember, the words and meanings were the same, but not necessarily in the right order!  We’ve already learned what Merkel, Hollande, Juncker et al think of us by the measly ‘concessions’ they acceeded to in the joke of a re-negotiation that Cameron undertook with his vast promises, all of which evaporated to nothing at the first sign of opposition or difficulty.  We keep being told that our best interests are served by remaining in a ‘reformed’ EU.  Well we saw quite clearly how receptive the EU was to reform during those ‘negotiations’ which turned out to be nothing of the sort.  So, if you think that was bad, the way our so called ‘friends’ in the EU treated us, just you wait and see what happens if we remain; you ain’t seen nothing yet!  Ever closer political union, more countries in the EU so even less influence at the table, and the prospects of ‘reform’ reduced to zero.  So I am still baffled as to why our politicians want to be subservient to Brussels and the un-elected commission.  What’s in in for them?  Well perhaps my favourite political blogger has the answer:

(re-posted from http://batsby.blogspot.co.uk/2016/04/payolla.html)

“Friday, 8 April 2016


I have been intrigued this week on hearing of the work of Harvard professor Michael Puett, who for some years has delivered a class in ethical reasoning based on texts such as Confucius’s Analects, the Mencius, and the Daodejing, urging them to put the ancient teachings into daily practice. His lectures aim to allow students to figure out how to be good human beings, how to create a good society and how to have a flourishing life. One who needs such guidance right now is David Cameron, but lacking the time to undergo such ground-up remodelling he ought, at least, to read Dale Carnegie’s seminal work ‘How to Win Friends and Influence People’ – he is, after all, in the business of selling.

Right now he is trying every trick in the book to flog the seedy, second-hand package that is the European Union to a few million people who really don’t want to be his friends at all; if he can influence them enough to say yes to the whole sorry deal it is strongly believed he will be rewarded in the afterlife. I say afterlife because few now believe, win or lose, that he has much of a future in British government after the forthcoming EU Referendum. But Samantha and the kids need not worry, Brussels will provide.

Imagine, if you will, the day after a vote to remain in this Woolworths of world organisations, the bargain basement of bureaucratic tat, the Ratner’s of ratification, when Cameron and his cronies are called to an audience with Jean-Claude Juncker to collect their pieces of silver. The European Commission, never one to uncomplicated simple things has, as is its wont, come up with a remuneration formula based on factors entirely unrelated to the matter in hand. Dish face and Co. are to be paid €1,000 for every centimetre measured in a straight line between any two points on their body.

First to present himself for payment is the lanky turncoat Eurosceptic Philip Hammond who is well pleased to find that at six-feet two he can request to be paid by height. Standing exactly 188 cm tall he collects 188,000 Euros simply for changing his mind and betraying his principles. He knows he can look forward to a gold-plated life of Kinnocking, having achieved nothing else in his political life but to turn his back on the country of his birth.

Next up is the rather more diminutive Theresa May, another turncoat but nevertheless now a beloved comrade of the Mother Europa. Lacking Hammond’s vertical inches she thinks hard for a moment. ‘Between any two points’ is the criterion, so she lies down, strikes the pose of a starfish and asks to be measured from the tip of the outstretched fingers of her right hand to the pointed big toe of her Louboutin-clad left foot. She grins as 215cm is measured and duly collects €215,000 for her back-stabbing.

Finally, it is David Cameron’s turn and he calmly requests that his measurement be made from the tip of his penis to his testicles. The others are surprised; although he is known in Westminster as a massive cock, they hardly took that literally. Or maybe he was seeking only modest compensation for his efforts – he probably has a mountain of cash stashed offshore? Either way, a doctor was summoned to take the measurement and Cameron duly dropped his trousers around his ankles.

The doctor donned his latex gloves, took out the tape measure and dropped to his knees. He gently pulled Cameron’s underpants down and gasped. “But, Mr Prime Minister, where are your balls?” Cameron shifted uneasily, cleared his throat and said, “In Berlin. Mrs Merkel has them in a jar.””

You’ve gotta laugh!