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.

The Auntie Doris Years: 1979

imageThatcher. I didn’t ruddy vote for her. Even though I liked the idea of seeing a woman in the top job, I didn’t ruddy well want it to be her. You have to draw the line somewhere, and I drew it with her. She was the ruddy Daily Mail incarnate; All posh hairdos and elocution lessons, scaremongering us about the Russians being bent on world domination one minute, and cheating the Scots out of independence the next. Not to mention pinching the ruddy milk out of the kiddies mouths.
She was Prime Minister for eleven miserable years. Where there was harmony she brought discord, where there was truth, she brought lies and where there was hope, she brought despair. Not for her Daily Mail reading chums, but for millions of ordinary people up and down the country. Particularly in the North.
She called Nelson Mandela a “grubby little terrorist” but she was a supporter of the Chilean dictator General Pinochet who counted having pregnant woman thrown out of aeroplanes without parachutes amongst his hobbies.
She used the police force as her own private army, making it possible for them to get away with smacking protesters over the head with ruddy great truncheons, and blaming their inadequacies on innocent football fans at Hillsborough. Or on black people in London.
She made virtually everyone in the country a bit meaner, a bit greedier, a bit nastier, and a bit shallower as well. So much shallower that serious thought has been ruddy well replaced by personality contests, and socialists are seen as unelectable, to be replaced by grinning ruddy idiots babbling about “New” politics.
I was 65 when she became Prime Minister. I was dead before the Tories were finally kicked out of office. She was responsible for selling off loads of the things that had made me proud to be British, just to feather the nests of people who already had money. My things! The Railways, the Gas Board, the Electricity Board, the Water Board, the Coal Board, Telephones, Council Houses. The list goes on and on; All things that made life manageable. Even if they didn’t make a profit, they were Ours, for the benefit of us all.
And she sold off our stakes in things that did make a profit too; British Airways, Rolls Royce, Jaguar, BP, all for nothing; Nothing that benefitted ordinary people anyway, not in the long term. Just look at your bills if you think that I am wrong.
And now that Spawn of Thatcher, the oily Cameron, is trying to do the same for the little bits we have left. Including the ruddy National Health Service! Once that goes, we know that all sense has gone. What’s the point in being proud to be British any more? Why should we turn our backs on Europe and imagine that we should follow America. What does America have to compare to the National Health Service? They have to rely on the charity of a few good doctors who are not motivated by profit alone.
Ohh my, oh my. Where’s the humour in my little homily today? Sorry. I think that the slow destruction of British values and British institutions by people who keep harping on about how they are the ones who are upholding them is no matter for jokes. Think about it…
Auntie Doris’s pop hit of 1979: “Tragedy” by the Bee Gees.