Prime Minister,
“Do this or we stop your benefits,” “Do that or we stop your benefits,” “Do the other or we stop your benefits.” Change the f*kken record already!! You seem to be completely obsessed with the word “work.” Contrary to what you and that murderous numbskull and his pet whore at the DWP purport to believe, not everyone would have a fulfilling life if they worked; there are many people for whom the stress of commuting, or even local travel, would be enough to place their lives in danger. To be forced into a situation where one’s health was constantly at risk from unwarranted, unjustifiable activity would be as far from a fulfilling life as it is possible to get. The only people who end up by being “fulfilled” by work are the minority who reap the profits and refuse to pass them down to those who actually do the damn work in the first place!
Your latest targets are the obese. (https://uk.news.yahoo.com/diet-lose-benefits-obese-told-001009300.html) “Slim down or we stop your benefits” is the latest buzz-mantra to come out of Wasteminster and all the toadies are immediately jumping all over it to see where they can slot it into a speech so they can be seen to be part of the “in” crowd. How utterly pathetic. As one of the easiest examples of justified obesity to cite, let me ask you what will happen to those who suffer from hypothyroidism under your latest ill-educated and poorly-considered brief? Hmm? Those people who have to take a specific dosage of a drug, Levothyroxin, to keep them alive, but which – itself – places them at increased risk of heart attack and stroke. You’ll starve them as well, will you? You’d do better to STFU and quit blathering about matters that you know bugger-all about, old son.
UN declarations, to which this nation was an early signatory, make it clear that no-one can be compelled to undergo medical treatment. To compel anyone to do so means you will be treading on religious as well as basic human rights. My own religion, Kyfho, forbids surgical intervention for anything except an emergency life-saving measure. You’ve probably never even heard of the Kyfhon religion; we have no formal places of worship as they are not required, yet it’s out here and the one thing that we are taught as a basic premise is that we are the sovereign owners of our bodies, and that nothing may be done to them without our informed consent. By paying our taxes, we tacitly agree to the provision of emergency medical intervention where we cannot consent or refuse at a specific time, but that is all. For the rest of the time, it is up to us to manage the bodies we are born with to the best of our ability, and as responsibly as possible. Any attempt to force change to our corporeal well-being is automatically classed as invasion and is reason for us to declare jihad against the transgressor or those to whom that transgressor answers. The alternative we can choose, because for us to do violence to any other person’s body would be an invasion in its own right, is to commit suicide. For that reason, Kyfhons plan a means of departure from the physical life that is as unobtrusive, as painless and as environmentally “light” as possible.
To give you a simple example of how this works: If you, or any of your agencies, were to try and force me to undergo any kind of surgery or other treatment not compatible with my beliefs, my way out is planned and came very close to being used in September last year. I would use my entire stock of pseudo-morphine, which, at its correct dosage, is calculated to ease pain and nothing more. If I could use cannabis oil instead, I would.
I would purchase one of those tractor tyre inner-tubes and a paddle, and I would set off from any one of thousands of launch points around the UK, and would ensure that your security services could not discover which one I was heading for at the time. Securely taped to my body, and to the tyre, would be signed letters, explaining the reason for my action – an assault upon my firmly-held religious beliefs by my country’s government – which would be for the information of whichever foreign person discovered my remains, along with his/her government. The means to identify me as a UK citizen fully would also be provided. The morphine, taken as an overdose, would send me to sleep once I had reached a point of my own choosing in the sea, and the cold water – which will wick away body temperature ten times faster than air – would finish the job of sending me to the Better Place. I will, in accordance with my beliefs, have avoided physically harming anyone else and, in fact, I will have contributed to their physical well-being by feeding myself back to the ocean that has helped sustain me via numerous meals of fish and other seafood while I have been alive. Trust me when I tell you that you, and your gang of proxy murderers whom you refer to as “your government,” do not and never will own ME.
It seems, on the face of things, to be a wimp’s way of dealing with the predation on people like myself by a creature who is so little respected that he has to buy his friends, most of whom are imaginary anyway, (https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/david-cameron-tens-thousands-twitter-5154280) but I imagine that the likes of the Austrian government would be jumping all over it like fleas on a dog’s back, given the opportunity. Or will you publicly state that you will not have other countries dictating how you should be killing your own country’s population, hmm? (https://uk.news.yahoo.com/government-sticks-nuclear-policy-001009895.html) What was it? £100,000 a month BUYING “Likes” from Farceberk because no-one gives a tuppenny damn about your drivel? Politically, it would be the most damaging action I could take against you and your cadre of criminals.
I can tell you just how insignificant you are when it comes to balancing your murderous policies against what I believe. Your tenure as the leader of this vile government is temporary and, hopefully, whoever takes over from you will realise that it’s time for your party to either enter the 21st century along with the rest of us who have evolved beyond the petty bully culture of the schoolyard, or for it to fade away without a trace as more and more people recognise what an anachronism your ideology has actually become. Let me show you here an example of how little you matter in the great scheme of things, Prime Minister, with a post I made earlier in Facebook regarding the Ukraine peace deal:
“So, France and Germany do all the negotiating, and then Cameron has to stick his tuppence–worth in just to let the world know that he’s still breathing or something. What a LIGHTWEIGHT, an ALSO-RAN, a DIPLOMATIC IRRELEVANCE Cameron is!!
I can picture the scene in Minsk. They’re all talking round the table – Putin, Merkel, Hollande and whoever the Belarussian prez is (he’s probably related to Cameron as he’s pretty much a non-entity too) – when Cameron pipes up and it’s like one of those unidentifiable buzzing noises that happen sometimes. A bit like that elusive rattle somewhere in one’s car that crops up and then seems to cure itself. So they stop talking, heads cocked on one side while they try and trace the source of the annoying little buzz, saying stuff like “Did you hear that?” or “You need to get those floorboards checked, Belly.” Then they shrug as if to say “Just one of those damned nuisance things” and pick up their conversation where they left off, immediately forgetting about the disturbance entirely. (https://uk.news.yahoo.com/clegg-welcomes-ukraine-ceasefire-095642455.html)“
You see, Merkel and Hollande have done something wonderful – they have stopped people fighting. So what do you immediately do? You pipe up with one of your pathetic little threats, telling Putin: “Do this or…” Like he’s really going to give a flying toss about what you have to say. the deal has been done and – guess what? – YOU were not part of it!! I only hope that once you and those terrorist morons across The Pond back him far enough into the corner, he retains enough composure to limit his nuclear strikes to Central London and Washington, DC. Then the rest of us will be able to pick up from where we were so rudely interrupted almost five years ago, and once again live in harmony with our east European neighbours without any more of your tedious little interventions.
If not, well, there’s always the morphine and the big blue yonder, isn’t there?
Sincerely,
Darren Lynch
