Auntie Doris’s Tarot Card of the Week #78 The Ten of Cups: April 27th – May 3rd 2015

10 Cups

This is the final card from my pack. I have been randomly drawing them every Sunday for a year and a half now, And this one is the last of the lot.  it is also one of the nicest cards you can draw. So thats something positive to end on isn’t it? Cups stand for health and family and happiness, and ten cups is the most you can get, and there is a lovely little picture of a couple and their children out in the fresh air on a nice sunny day celebrating what they have. a nice house, fresh water, good health, and clear blue skies. If people in Britain can look at that picture and feel bitter and cynical, rather than happy, that is because they have just had to put up with that ruddy oily, insipid, David Cameron as the prime Minister for the last five years.

No doubt the likes of David Cameron would point to those people and lie through his teeth that they are just the sort of people he stands for. “Decent, hard working people” that he is always rabbiting on about. “People who i care passionately about”. He would say that, but he cares a bit more passionately his old School chums and how they can get the good life that the likes of you and me deserve. He would have the land under these people’s feet fracked for gas, and destroyed the idyllic scenery. if the couple or their children got ill, his government wouldn’t look after them, but pass the buck to private, profit driven companies. When they grow old, he would have the same private businesses look after them as cheaply as possible, using workers on them ruddy zero hours contracts, only he would change their name to “flexible contracts” and argue that people want to sign up to work when they don’t know how often will happen and how often they will get paid because thats somehow more convenient for them.

He would have the kiddies sent to privately run schools with equipment paid for by businesses trying to brainwash them into buying their products rather than encouraging them to think for themselves. He would have a country full of ignorant, “decent” Daily Mail readers, who believe that the unemployed are lazy, that the sick are somehow to blame for not buying private insurance, that anybody different to them wants to destroy all that is good about the country. When in reality, some of the best about us British people are our openness to new ideas, and our willingness to care for the disadvantaged.

These are my last words for a while, so please indulge me. i know I’m on my ruddy high horse. but I lived through what the socialists did after the war, and I was ruddy proud to be a part of it. National Health, Public Transport, Welfare State, Comprehensive Education, The BBC, things that the ruddy Tories and the Mail readers would have us laugh at as being old fashioned and “Communist.” as if there is anything old fashioned or communist about educating and looking after people.

The Labour Party that you have today might not be as daring and honest as the one we had back in the 1940s. there may not be any Atlees or Bevans knocking about, or even any Harold Wilsons, or John Smiths. But this modern world with its ruddy obsession with appearances and presentation, means that we have to go with grinning mannequins. But we are better off with socialist leaning grinning mannequins who actually care about ordinary people that right wing grinning mannequins who just say they do. Perhaps if we can get back to a more caring society where health and education are not just mechanisms to support profit, then political debate will become popular again, and the average person will feel more inclined to look behind the facade and think about what really matters. Families, and good health and enjoying clear blue skies and the good things in life. For everyone, not just a few.

Any Road

Four things that you might do this week. (i) Have a good think about how you are going to use your vote in the upcoming Election. Will you be sensible or selfish? (ii) Think about other people and how you can help them. (iii) think about your family and those you love and what they actually need to be happy. (iv) Start a new era where you can have a ruddy good laugh, enjoy a ruddy good time, and make that as many people as you can possibly take along with you do too.

Ohh. and cancel the ruddy Daily Mail if you are daft enough to get it.

Auntie Doris’s Election Special. #1. The Welfare Cap.

Welfare Cap

So there’s going to be a ruddy election in the UK in a few months. And surprise, surprise… Dead people can’t vote. Which means that I am disenfranchised, just because I have stopped ruddy breathing. And there’s not a lot I can do about it either. There’s no use throwing myself under a horse at the Derby, it wouldn’t do me any harm, I am dead already, and besides, probably nobody would notice, apart from the horse, and I wouldn’t want to startle a horse. It must be stressful enough running the ruddy Derby with a man on your back shouting giddy up at the top of his voice and whacking you on the flanks with a whip, without me putting my two pennorth in.

So the only way that I could possibly influence the outcome of the election is through my posthumous blog, written by possessing the body of my Nephew Michael. It’s not as if he puts it to any good use anyway. Come to think of it, I might actually manifest myself through him on Election Day. That way I’ll get a vote after all, and just you think on. If I go to all that trouble, bridging the gap between the realms of the living and the dead, then you ought to make the effort to walk down to the ruddy polling station and make your mark. As long as its not for the ruddy Tories, or UKIP, or any of them other parties that are only interested in feathering their own nests and white supremacy and nonsense like that.

Any road. Talking about nonsense. That David Cameroon fellow is trying to turn the ruddy clocks back to the 1930s. What he wants is all his toff makes firmly in control and raking in all the cash for themselves, just like they used to before the war. The Lord alone knows what the stuck up so and so would have achieved if he was a proper prime minister instead of just the leader of a coalition, and I for one wouldn’t want to find out.

He has already closed down half the libraries and bus routes and cancelled the subsidised bus fares for old people on the routes that there are left. He might try and kid you on that it is Labour councils that have done that, but that’s because he won’t give them the ruddy money to pay for those things. I pity the poor old souls who used to get a bus to the local library once a week to borrow a few Agatha Christies. Now they have to pay full fare for two buses into town and back and pay through  the ruddy nose for them at WH Smiths or somewhere.

And he has sold the Post Office to his pals at cut price too and is working on doing the same with the National Health Service.

But the other day he was on the radio talking about Welfare caps for the unemployed. “I just don’t think it’s fair” he said “That ordinary hard working people who have to get out of bed in the morning and do the decent thing, working to put food on the table for their families should be indistinguishable from those who are on welfare. Therefore I propose a welfare cap which will penalise those who choose not to work, by making them look stupid and perhaps shame them into pulling their fingers out and taking one of the many low paid jobs my government has created to make employers more wealth by removing the need for them to pay a reasonable wage.”

If Cameroon wins the forthcoming election, he proposed to make anyone receiving state benefits wear the caps, fashioned on 1930s dunces’ caps, by law. He claims that the scheme is fully costed, and will not cost the taxpayer a penny, because the caps will be made by the sick and infirm on zero hours contracts in private hospitals run by Group 4 Security. Any shortfall in funding will be met by having rummage sales, tombolas, and stalls for bric a brac and used paperback books, bringing it in line with the modern National Health Service.