Absconded Illegal Migrants, a Surge of Political Agitation, and a Broken Britain.

As George Orwell stated in his book 1984, "So as long as they continue to work and breed, their other activities were left without importance."

For those who don't already know, my sleeping pattern is all over the place. For those who do, you'll be aware that I have to resort to self-medication to knock me out, and last night was no exception to the rule. Meanwhile, I'm inadvertently helping insomniacs everywhere. If you're one of them and after two minutes of reading anything I write you haven't fallen into a deep sleep, I apologise profusely and will attempt to do better in the future.

Anyway, while you're blissfully in the land of nod and your brain is doing exactly what it's supposed to, as in process everything from that day, mine chunters on, and on, and on until I wake up at some point at stupid o'clock and I'm screwed for the rest of the night because it's buzzing with ideas and there ain't no off switch. Hence, I self-medicate. A habit not recommended at all. However, it works for me, and this week I even managed two nights quality sleep on one good slug. So there. That’s neurodivergency for you.

Anyway, the upshot is I'm now back and firing on all cylinders having taken yesterday off from tapping the keyboard to recover, and in the process completely losing track from my starting point two days ago. Though again on the plus side, if you haven't got around to watching a series called 'Gray' on Netflix, it's highly recommended to the point where I've been binge-viewing in the meantime because it's unmissably BRILLIANT in every respect! You can thank me later for the recommendation, by the way.

So, while I'm still working through my current diet of sweet and spicy Cheetos and garlic aioli dip for as long as the craving takes me, my neurodivergent mind continues to process all manner of news items while politely fending off those who seemingly feel I'm fit for employment, in one way, or another. Can you actually believe there are those who still want to use my services, whatever they are? I've long since stated that anyone who considers me worthy of employment would be lining themselves up for some serious mental health assessments in the future, with the inclusion of Scopolamine as to why I was ever assessed as a suitable candidate in the first place.

Some people even dare to allege I can write if you can believe that, and in the process open themselves up to accusations of slander, and defamation of my otherwise good character. So, it is with a heavy heart I feel it is time to announce that the poor souls of South Gloucestershire and North East Somerset will see me standing as a candidate against the legendary Jacob Rees Mogg - affectionately referred to me as 'the 'Wee Smog' in the forthcoming General Election.

Having passed with flying colours, I might add, all psychiatric evaluations to my soundness of mind in making such a decision, I feel it is time to re-enter the field of politics and be of some use to someone out there. Being the kind of person who could never be daunted by my failings in the past to be elected into any form of political office I find myself somewhere between the realisation that the foundations of society have collapsed spectacularly and everything above it is now crumbling, and never being happy if I always care about what others think of me.

Of course, by standing for election there is a desire within me to win. However, being as plain speaking as I am I know full well that my spirit will, without question irritate the hell out of other people's inner demons and I will always be the villain of someone else's story because of it. There's no pleasing people by going against popular narrative even when you absolutely believe that narrative to be entirely wrong, and against people's best interests in the long run.

However, as George Orwell stated in his book 1984, "So as long as they continue to work and breed, their other activities were left without importance. Left to themselves, like cattle turned loose upon the plains of Argentina, they had reverted to a style of life that appeared to be natural to them, a sort of ancestral pattern. Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbours, films, football, beer and above all gambling filled up the horizons of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult."

Let that last sentence stick in your mind. "To keep them in control was not difficult". Just take a look at society around you and allow it to sink in as to how damaged Britain is and just how much we are sleepwalking into tighter controls by successive governments while we're fully engaged in one if not all the activities Orwell stated, and more as time's marched on since he wrote that. Interesting, isn't it? The one defining message my previous excursions into politics left me with is this, 'never say never'. And, so it is that our freedoms are slowly being eroded under the guise that whatever happens is for our own long-term good. Our health. Our safety. Our mental welfare. Our stability. Meanwhile, poverty exists not because we cannot feed the poor, but because we cannot satisfy the rich.

Yes, the rich. Those one per cent who sit at the top of Maslow's hierarchy. Picture this. One bird that sits on a branch that poops down on the two sitting beneath to roost. Those two have to poop also, and in doing so hit those on the branch below, and so it repeats itself until the one per cent of birds way below are completely covered. Get the picture now? We're right at the bottom folks, that's how it is until we change it. Until we claim responsibility and ownership for allowing ourselves into sleepwalking this to happen.

So, I no longer care for mainstream party politics - as well-meaning as it may seem from the outside looking in I've long since stated that manifestos are dishonest and not worth the paper they're written on. This isn't to say that they are in any way deliberately misleading, certainly not. More that people take what's written in stone that's in no way realistic, and when what's been stated doesn't happen, people feel let down and disappointed, as if conned. We forget life isn't that linear and circumstances are always subject to change, hence why politicians are accused of flip-flopping from time to time. Therefore, for me, manifestos are a complete waste of time and should be made redundant in favour of a more understandable and realistic set of 'Aims and Objectives' of prospective government.

We're human, and we all have aims and objectives for our lives on this planet. So, we are far more understanding and sympathetic towards 'Aims and Objectives' - and yes, we are all prone to and accepting of not reaching our own targets and those of others because win, or lose, we've all been there and done it at some point as we journey through life. For me 'Aims and Objectives' present a more honest approach.

As to whether I can be bothered going back into politics again is the ever-circling question going around, and around in my mind, and I must say that I have no great ambition to become a career politician like others nowadays. Ambition for power and position bears no interest to me whatsoever. Neither do I have any interest in legacy or anything else that could be construed as ego-driven in the dog-eat-dog world of political peacocking and one-upmanship.

Neither would I deny that matters of foreign conflict are of great importance to some. I just sense that so many people are feeling forgotten about because their elected Parliamentary Members have their hands in far too many political pies when the greater part of their time should be focused on constituency business, and properly representing those who elected them - which I believe is a full-time job in itself and not just a once a week surgery in their respective localities.

On a scale of importance, the majority of people in my view are more interested in keeping a roof over their heads, paying their bills, putting food on the table, ensuring their kids are properly educated, getting a timely NHS appointment, ensuring they have job security and getting a job in the first place before giving any thought at all towards matters of the Middle East - and rightly so. It doesn't mean that people don't care about matters external to their main priorities when it's force-fed to them by media on a daily basis, of course, they do.

However, they are also sensible in realising that no amount of parading through the streets with banners and placards is going to make the slightest difference: and I haven't seen any reports of all these protesters making any attempt to block-book plane flights to where the conflict is and taking their protest there, to where it may create far greater impact rather than remaining here in this country as nothing more than armchair critics with angst.

I read something yesterday that caused me to make a comparison, and it's that Bison are the only animal that will turn into a snowstorm rather than away from it because they instinctively know that walking into the storm will get them out of the weather quicker. I accept the analogy isn't quite the same. Yet, there's a lesson in this some humans may learn from.

I guess it's far easier being a mouthpiece from 2000 miles away than risking your own life for a cause you're so passionate about when it suits you on a Saturday afternoon in London and other places. Easier still when you see others being displaced on the news in the knowledge that you have the security of a comfy home to return to at the end of your protest, and a bed to sleep in with food to feed yourself, running water, electricity and more.

Repeating myself like a bad case of indigestion has become almost the norm nowadays when people's emotional incontinence seems to be the root cause of my many posts.

I see that Corbyn, the champagne socialist who's about as weak as a shandy containing ninety-per cent lemonade, is now calling Sunak a fascist. Seriously? Oh, how some people love to misuse words whenever it suits their narrative, and that's just one in the litany of others such as "genocide", "paedophile", "nonce", "gammon", "trauma", "woke", "crisis", "emergency" - and more in contemporary millennium speak.

You'd have to be media-blind not to have noticed the recent 'attack' on a coach in South London that migrants were to have boarded for a nice, leisurely trip to our glorious Dorset coast and awaiting accommodation with breathtaking sea views. You know, the kind of place you'd send a handwritten postcard home from - "Weather's here, wish you were nice" - or something equally appropriate. Yes, I use the word 'attack' quite deliberately because that's what it was. A group of cowardly, masked, law-breaking, self-entitled idiots masquerading as peaceful protesters, with a far different agenda that ultimately proved itself to be anything but peaceful, and yet a further strike by the emotionally incontinent.

You will be interested to learn what the Middle East conflict, the British protesters Palestinian/Israeli, the anti-Rwandan mob, Just Stop Oil, the BLM movement, and others of their ilk have in common. Well, I'll put it like this by quoting Kurt Vonnegut. "If you put 100 black ants and 100 red ants in a jar nothing will happen. But if you shake the jar, the ants start killing each other. The red ants consider the black ants their enemies, and the black ants consider the red ants their enemies. The true enemy is the one shaking the jar. The same thing happens in human society. So, before we attack each other, we should think about who is shaking the jar".

Not just who is shaking the jar, I suggest further, but what benefit is there to that person, or persons in doing so? What exactly is their desired outcome, and why? Remember what I referred to earlier regarding Maslow's Hierarchy? I'm not in any way a conspiracy theorist, and it would be nothing more than lazy thinking to characterise me as such. However, it doesn't hurt to take a step back from what we see happening to form the conclusion that those such as protesters are being emotionally manipulated because they are easy targets where the puppet masters at the pinnacle of Maslow's Hierarchy are able to pull fully funded strings with relative ease in this capitalist-driven world.

Of course, you may choose to poo-poo the very concept as much as you like. Let's not forget that denial isn't a river in Egypt. In therapy denial is a type of defence mechanism that involves ignoring the reality of a situation to avoid anxiety, and these are, after all, anxious times for many people, wouldn't you say? Look no further than the state of this country if you don't believe me. Do you in all honesty believe that there aren't political agitators deliberately stirring up anger and hatred in our universities, for example? The same people out there among demonstrators on every available occasion. I bet it's all our security services can do to keep on top of it when truth be told, we have little idea of who's in our country at the moment, let alone their intentions.

Without question, it isn't to say that all those who enter the country illegally, yes, illegally, are in any way a threat to the nation. Far from it. However, with so many slipping through the net, so to speak, it presents itself as bad news for the vast majority who are peaceful human beings with not a shred of ill-intent in them. Those who have, however, are in the wind and who knows what their intent may be. Especially if they bear any hatred towards the West from prior indoctrination in their homeland.

So, between absconded illegal migrants, a surge of political agitation, and a broken Britain we are now a country of discontent, and the concern within our security services and those higher up in government must be of utmost priority if we don't want to find our nation in a state of civil unrest, of which the foundations have now been laid employing political chaos and anxiousness among the population in what's become run down Britain, with nothing 'Great' about it any longer.

I can only imagine that our security services are keeping a very tight lid on matters that could potentially be the cause of mass panic, and their job at the moment is to quell the potential of mass civil unrest, because as things stand the metaphorical fuse has been lit, is slowly burning, and people are fed up to the back teeth. All grist to the mill for whoever is shaking that jar. Don’t you think?

All of my blog posts are an extension of what’s written in my Amazon-published autobiography.