5 Reasons International Women’s Day Means Nothing To Me

Love, love, love this post!

I have 5 reasons international women’s day means nothing to me. It isn’t about shaming opposing views. It’s about my opinion on reality. An organized event that gives media platforms another chance to divide us isn’t reality.
A Day Without a Woman: Yeah Right!

I can’t pee, shower, or even check the mail without being interrupted by a child needing a glass of milk, looking for a shoe, or throwing something at me under the door. Who the hell believes “A Day without a Woman” was a realistic movement? Did you get to relinquish all of your responsibilities for the day? If so, I’m judging you a lot more than you’re judging me.

I make a bigger impression on my daughter, my female colleagues, and the clients I serve by being present – Day in and day out. I couldn’t walk away from my children, husband, friends, co-workers, and consumers…

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Explosive: Labour’s OWN legal case says must expel Progress, Labour First etc

My pet human had the following to say about this story:

About time!  Labour going back to what I thought Labour was about when I was young.   I assumed they were a party for Labourers – normal people, the every day man. By the time I could start to have a say in terms of voting, the head of the Labour party was someone who didn’t appear to be any different to the Conservative party members.  The Labour party was now “new labour”, Tony grinning Blair who I couldn’t stand led Labour to victory, but he was not someone I could vote for.
For the first time in my life I see someone at the helm of the Labour party, who is not as pretencious, who really does actually seem to care about people.  That man is Jeremy Corbyn.

Politics & human views on things seem rather odd to this Unicorn. I have seen & heard much from the Tory party about austerity, I have to say I’m a tad confused.  They seem to like the poor people to be really poor, but the rich people to be very rich. I asked my pet human about this, here is what it had to say:

It seems strange to me too Unicorn the way things have gone almost full circle.  
I always remember my Dad sitting watching the news at 6. I did not care much for the news back then, I was a kid, & everything on it always seemed so miserable & soul destroying.   One of my Dads favourite sayings was that the Government were like Robin Hood in reverse, they stole from the poor to give to the rich.  I know he absolutely hated Margaret That her because of what she did to the miners, & I have some memories of riots about poll tax.  When she was no longer Prime Minister I remember it was John someone – John Major I think.  My Dad hated him too, & I have to say that I didn’t much like the look of him, he always seemed to be smiling at you, not with you.  My Dad & I were pretty divided on a lot of topics, he didn’t like Tony Blair either, but he supported Margaret Thatcher & Tony Blair when it came to war.  I loved my Dad very much & always will, but he was also a man who didn’t like a lot of things.  He didn’t like Europe, women being able to drive let alone fly planes, same sex relationships, immigrants, anyone who was in any way different to him, & what he knew. Most of all he hated the Tories, & New Labour because they were not true Labour.  He was a member of the RAF, & understandably in many ways he despised Sinn Fein, Gerry Adams,  & the IRA.  
Had my Dad still been with us now I’m not sure what he would have thought about the politicians on offer.  I am fairly certain he would not be a fan of Corbyn, despite him being in most ways all the things my Dad wanted in a Prime minister.  I know he would have hated the Tories attacking the sick & disabled, but would have voted to leave the EU – I have absolutely no doubt in that because my Dad was racist, & Zenophobic.  The young me never really knew how to feel when he would say ‘All gays should be shot at birth’.  From a very young age I knew that I liked men & women, & a part of me always wondered if he wanted me dead then?  He was extremely proud of our British history, WWI, WWII & being victorious in defeating Hitler.  I can’t say I was fully aware back then of just how awful Hitler & the Nazi party were. I am also surprised to realise that my Dad would have been one of the people online now who get called bigots. Despite his hatred for the Tories, Thatcher, Germany even decades later, Blair, Elitism, the class divide in Britain, the IRA & so on, my Dad would have been one of the people who fell for the tactics used by the likes of Nigel Farage, & the Tories to blame everything on immigration, & the EU.  I can’t say I know what he would think about the American President who is in power right now.  He would not have liked him because he is rich, because of the obvious links to Russia, for many things, but in other ways he would be behind him – bombing Syria, & his views on Muslims for example.  
The older I have become, the more I actually feel pity for my Dad. I don’t believe he was a bad person, I think he was doing the best he could.  There were many things which made him afraid, & his own upbringing probably played a massive role in how he was shaped as a person. I inherited his love for Rock, Heavy metal, & real music, as did my brother.   I think my Dad for the most part missed many of the messages in music though.  He loved Black Sabbath, partly because they came from a humble, working class area, & that his own Dad was from Birmingham – where Ozzy & Co came from.  I don’t think he ever got the concept behind the song war pigs for example.  He most definitely didn’t understand the Wall album by Pink Floyd, he thought some of the lyrics in that album were used in the way he used the same sort of words & insults.  I have to wonder if he would be able to see what is happening in the world right now, how peoples minds are being messed around with. For for all intents & purposes, in a realm of fantasy, my Dad would have been himself as Hitler, fighting himself as Jeremy Corbyn.  
So I while I do find things right now odd, & I don’t like the way my Dad or those of the same kind of that mindset think, I can feel some empathy for some of those people. Not everyone who is alt-right or whatever we are calling it this week are bad people, just like all those who are lefties are good people.  Most people are just not very well informed,  & in some cases I think it can be beneficial not to be, for your own peace of mind if nothing else.  
I definitely see through the mind games & propaganda these parties use,  & I’m grateful that growing up as I did, being surrounded by the views held by my Dad (& my Mum, she has mellowed more now, but sadly she still falls for the likes of Britain First & UKIP). The views he had helped make me to the mostly grounded, well rounded, & open minded person I am today.

That is the hardest thing to overcome for many people though. They are brought up hearing hate, & they never bother to challenge that in their own minds.   They are quite happy to allow to be proud of defeating people who believed we should all be the same, yet support people who for personal gain prefer us to dislike those who are not the same as us.  If anyone truly believes that Nigel Farage hates the EU so much,  perhaps you should have a look at where his current wife, & ex-wife came from.  If you think he was interested in the working classes, & that leaving Europe is the right thing for the ordinary citizens,  go back & re-read what he promised, read again what Mr Cameron said, it was extremely telling that Davey Boy said he would remain prime minister whatever the results of the referendum, how many hours he intended to stay if the vote was leave, was the part he should have told you all.  I invite you to have a look at individual MPs, what seems to unite most of them, & Britain with America – nothing like a good real life game of Thunderbirds to further strengthen that special relationship!  The last time an English prime minister & an American president played battleships they succeeded in making a small group of Muslims so angry at seeing their friends, family, Country being ripped apart by missiles, they went on to create a group to stand up for what they believe in. You may have heard of them, they’re called ISIS.  Go do some research, look at where the most money is made – there is no weapons are us shops, but we sell more of those than we do toys in this Country.

This Unicorn thinks the line from a song my pet human likes is a good way to sum this up:

‘As popular war advances, peace is closer’

A Unicorn From Mars would like to thank The Skwawkbox for the original story.

The SKWAWKBOX

The SKWAWKBOX has been covering a series of emails between Weaver Vale CLP (constituency Labour party) and Labour’s General Secretary, Iain McNicol, on the subject of damaging right-wing groups like Progress, Labour First, Saving Labour and others – and why their members are not expelled from the party.

mcnicol dishonourIn the most recent, dated the 13th of last month, McNicol attempted to avoid responsibility for taking action against those groups, who have relentlessly undermined the party and its leader, by claiming that the fact that they do not stand candidates against Labour, they were not in breach of the party’s rules.

The patent nonsense of that argument was pointed out brilliantly by Weaver Vale. But now new information has emerged that shows not only that McNicol’s argument is nonsense – but that at the same time, Labour was using the exact opposite argument in a court of law to expel a…

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An Ethical Dilemma, and A Patients Nightmare.

Mental Health Act, Capacity, & Euthanasia in the UK

Is the Mental Health Act being illegally used In Great Britain today?

 

This page is not finished yet, it is a work in progress, I am not well and can’t always write lots at a time 

 

To give you a little background to this post, I will share with you my own experiences. I may draw on other sources for reference, or comparisons, but it will mainly be written due to my own experiences, and the ethical dilemma Doctors and nurses face when the lines between mental and physical health blur.

 

I have been ill with various things for most of my life. Whether this was just unlucky, or if there is something more to it is a question I’ll never find the answer to because nobody is really interested – they want to treat the here and now, not bothered so much by the how. I question it because there’s a lot of illness in my maternal family, including a very rare illness, Downs Syndrome, and more.

I was about ten years old when my life of physical illness really began. I had some experience, I’d had my tonsils removed at eight, but many kids have that done. I’d had some horrific bouts of cystitis at a very young age – why is probably down to the condition that started the ride of a few highs, and far too many exceptionally low experiences with the NHS.

The start of the “mystery illness”  first hospitalised me overnight. I had crippling stomach pains, but they couldn’t find anything wrong, so I was sent on my way.

I was 12 when I started my periods, almost all the girls at that age were excited in an odd way – it is some sign we are ‘grown ups’ – the naivety of youth! I remember the night it happened quite clearly, the following day is a scar that will never fade. I went downstairs for my breakfast, all I had been thinking the entire time I was getting dressed was “Is this normal?”. By the time I sat for my breakfast I did not want to be a female, I did not want to have to put up with this pain for most of my life! It was unreal, I actually begged my Mum not to send me to school. My mum just said that this was something I was going to have to get used to, I wasn’t staying off school because I was on my period.  I remember my first lesson after registration was maths, provided it is still standing and unchanged, I could take you there now,  26 years later and show you exactly where I was sat. I could also show you where I had to run to in order to get to the toilets, and which cubicle I was violently sick in.  It was the pain which had made me sick.

The next several years of my life were an absolute nightmare. At school it did not matter if I went during break time to change my sanitary pad and tampon, if I was then in an hour long lesson I would flood to the point of it messing my skirt up. My mum used to have to write me letters to excuse me from P.E. at the worst times, or at the very least excuse me from showering after PE because I would have made such a mess in a communal shower. I don’t think you need much imagination to work out what bullies first taunted me over! Things went from bad to worse, I started getting crippling stomach pains after eating certain things, although oddly the same thing on another day I could eat no problem. I also started bleeding when I was opening my bowels. At about 13 years old as you can well imagine I sh uted for my Mum. She was alarmed by the amount of blood, and after it carried on happening she took me to the Drs. I have to be honest, I lost count of the various appointments, interspersed with emergency admissions to hospital with crippling stomach pains.

There are things I can’t forget no matter how hard I try. The investigation I had done called a sygmoidoscopy, I was screaming in pain, my mum was trying to comfort me, my dad outside in the waiting room had to leave because he couldn’t stand listening to me in so much pain. The Doctor was really very nasty, he told me to shut up, I was being ridiculous it didn’t hurt! At this point it is necessary to let you know that:

  • If you go & have this exact same procedure now, you are given either sedation or entonox (gas and air), so I am speculating that since that time they’ve discovered actually it does bloody hurt!
  • I have since also read posts on medical support forums where grown men have said they were in agony throughout the procedure.
  • When I eventually got diagnosed, regardless of whether or not that test hurt anyone else it would have hurt me!

By rights I was still a child at this tim, yet when I was admitted to hospital  I was always put on adult wards. One particular admission the lady in the bed next to me had gangrene in her feet – that sickly sweet smell has been etched in my memory forever. I heard another lady in the bed opposite me crash, the staff attempting CPR, her curtains being shut for ages, then she was just no longer there – I don’t think I actually realised at that point she had died, but it was still upsetting enough. I was on a drip, and wasn’t allowed to eat or drink. My Mum and Dad Knew I smoked, but they didn’t condone it as a rule,  however when one of the doctors tried telling them that there was nothing wrong with me, it was ‘all in my head’, and that all I did was sit in the TV room smoking, they’d not seen any evidence of rectal bleeding (well if a person is not eating for 9 days they tend not to to the toilet – odd that! My parents asked him what else did they expect me to do on an adult ward, with nothing to do, surrounded by extremely sick people, and when I wasn’t eating or drinking either?! I had also the week before just done a weeks worth of samples, I wasn’t allowed to eat red meat or brush my teeth to eliminate the blood coming from either source. So they also enquired why they weren’t looking at those samples, they’d seen them & knew there was blood in every single one! It later transpired after an investigation that the lab technician who had taken receipt of them had ‘forgotten to write in my notes about the blood, and didn’t send them for further evaluation, actually she accidentally threw them away! But never mind hey, I mean it was all in my head……..

At 16 as well as still suffering with my stomach, and the bleeding, I also got really ill, I also contracted a severe case of Glandular fever, it actually developed in to meningitis – it was timed to perfection, 2 weeks before my final exams.

My stomach issues were eventually diagnosed when I was 21, I mean 11 years was not bad was it…

Turned out I have Endometriosis, it was discovered during a laparoscopy (camera inserted in your stomach through the belly button.) A very prominent doctor in gynaecology happened to be visiting my local hospital at that time, and he specialised in Endometriosis. When I got back to the ward, and was awake the Doctors came and spoke with me, they explained What I had, and I was hit with the news that I would never have any children naturally again. Luckily I fell pregnant when I was 17 and have the most amazing son, he was not a planned baby, I was actually on the pill but was taking antibiotics,  my GP didn’t warn me that they could interfere with the pill working – but I would not change that for all the money in the world. I was still absolutely devastated That I was never going to give him any siblings, I always wanted at least 2 children. They told me that during the procedure they had tried to run dye through my fallopian tubes, but they were totally blocked. I even  had ‘guitar string’ of scar tissue going from my pelvis up to my liver, the specialist told Me I had the worst case he’d seen in 30 years – so at Least I won at something that day!

I could sit here for a few days and probably still be going through all the different operations, procedures, tests, illnesses and injuries I’ve had from then to now, so I will try to bring this first section to a bit of a close.

Currently I have Cirrhosis of the liver, stage 4, I have been suffering for over 2 years with spinal issues that have gotten worse and worse, No Doctor would listen to me in all honesty – I think they most definitely believed I was making up, or at the very least making things out to be worse than they are. I eventually found out in November (from an MRI I had done in The May when in hospital with my spinal symptoms…..), that I have a curvature in my cervical spine which is what affects my left arm, causes pain and all kinds in my shoulder, neck, shoulder blade, arm. I also in May had a bulging disc in my lumbar spine which even then was trapping the L5 S1 nerve roots. They did ANOTHER MRI While I was in hospital then – yet again I have still not been given any results for it!  After all these years I don’t give in to any illness easily, I’ve been up and out of bed after surgery when others are on morphine, so I am no wimp, but this pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone but rapists and paedophiles. Even my ex neighbour who had me so terrified I wouldn’t go to my own toilet during the night because you could hear through the walls – I wouldn’t even wish it on him. I have been prescribed painkillers for a long, long time with everything else (TO BE CONTINUED) 

WordPress Meet and Greet – All Bloggers Welcome

Meet and greet

HarsH ReaLiTy

All bloggers are welcome to use this post as a forum for meeting new bloggers and finding new blogs to visit! Feel free and promote yourself below! Visit some blogs and make some new friends!

This post now has over 2,000 active bloggers waiting to connect in it. I encourage anyone looking for new blogs to view or people to converse with to browse through the comment section and network!

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10 Things Not to Say to an Asian

Haha 😂 Oh love it!

HarsH ReaLiTy

  1. -Do your parents speak English? No, they kind of wave their arms around and point at things while grunting.
  2. So do you like eat rice every day? So do you like eat fat every day?
  3. When did you come to this country? How do you know I wasn’t born here?
  4. Do you eat Asian food? While assuming we eat every type of Asian food you can think of IS annoying… also asking us obvious questions such as this one is pretty lame as well.
  5. Is that your dad? (points at random Asian man) No, is that your dad? (points at the first person he sees… man or woman.)
  6. Do you celebrate Chinese New Year’s? Do I look Chinese? Wait… don’t answer that. I SAID DON’T ANSWER THAT!
  7. Could you suggest a good Asian restaurant to go to? Sure, try The Drunken Chinese Chopstick Eating Dragon Wonton. I hear it is excellent!

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America already has extreme vetting

Amen!

I made a video:

I sort of couldn’t help myself. When I lived in Denmark I volunteered at an asylum center. I mentored a 17-year-old Afghan refugee. Since then, I’ve had friends and colleagues get jobs in international refugee policy. Seen them, one by one, become frustrated at the stinginess, the injustice, the cruelty masquerading as bureaucracy. It’s impossible for me to talk or write about this in my own voice without getting worked up, so I tried using someone else’s.

I grew up in a super religious family. Church on Sundays, hands clasped before dinner, Bible camp every summer. I remember talking to one of my parents’ friends when I was maybe 13 or 14. She worked at a homeless shelter, she provided food and clothes and beds all winter, a big brick building in the middle of a neighborhood I had lived my whole life avoiding.

I was in my Ayn Rand phase at the time, and I…

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The Last Hundred Days

😊 Witty and wonderful

Hawaii Pacific Review

by Richard Key

June 4. I’m one hundred days from turning sixty. Seems not so long ago I calculated that I had exactly one thousand days remaining in my fifties, which didn’t bother me so much. That’s almost three years. You could get a law degree in that time. People have biked around the world in less time. Sixty is intimidating. You’re supposed to be grown up by then. I mean completely grown up. Fifty is the youth of old age, according to Victor Hugo, and maybe that’s the rub. Now even the youth of old age is fading fast. My “over the hill” T-shirt has holes in it…and they’re getting bigger by the day.

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Common sense in a human! Get a glimpse of a real rarity, tickets are free.

“And no, I didn’t wear red. I wore black today. . . . I wore Black in recognition of our invisibility today, yesterday and tomorrow.” Black. Bunched. Mass. Mom. blogger K.C. Wise reflects on March 8, a “Day Without Women.”

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Why I sympathise with online facists

Hashtag Hug a Facist

I really fear for people who actually believe the shit they write online about “immigrants”, Muslims, LGBT, etc etc.

Let’s take a look at this scenario as an example of how hard life must be for them:

A poor facist is in an accident, a terrible, life threatening accident. What if the  only Doctors & Nurses available to treat them were “immigrants”? Obviously any self respecting fascist would refuse to be treated by an “immigrant”, therefore they will almost certainly die. What a tragedy that would be for the world.

One also has to question how aware any of them are of history, particularly their own families history? If they really looked in to their genealogy they’d eventually find out that in all likelihood they are descendents of “immigrants”, so when there is this “send immigrants home” cry, I am not entirely sure who they’re aiming it at? Is there like some kind of time scale in it? If you have lived in a Country you were not born in for 5 days you are a citizen, but if you’ve lived there for only 4 days you have to go?
Wow, I am telling you fascists must be far more intelligent than I am, because I can not work out who is meant to leave where, where everyone is going to “go back to” – given that they’re probably no longer safe to return to the Country they fled in many cases. What about an English man in New York? He’s an alien, a little alien, does he have to like to back to his own planet?

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How do they ever get to eat out, buy groceries, ride public transport or use taxis, or anything actually? What if some dirty foreigner had made their meal, the taxi driver was a Muslim, or the checkout lady was on her period for heavens sakes!? No wonder they are always frowning – what they have to cope with in their heads on a daily basis – you can’t help but feel for their plight.  I do sincerely hope their GP is not anyone from the many sections of humanity they can’t tolerate, because they must struggle to get out and about, lack of sunlight can lead to a deficiency of Vitamin D, which will lead to chronic seasonal affective disorder.

I think we need to start a twitter campaign – hashtag hug a facist, let’s get it going viral people!

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The new home guard – Don’t panic…… They have everyone’s interests at heart!