Having read this little piece from Kingmagic, it is clear that many of us who operate within what is known as the Public Service Sector have a few things in common.
We are faced with the delights of sections of the general population who have absolutely no regard for anyone else but themselves nor for any of the actions that occur as a direct result of their behaviour.
From Schools, Hospitals and Armed Forces to the Emergency Services, we all have another thing that links us through some common ground.
We are all in the process of being shafted by the current Government and its varying policies. A Government who seem to exist in a dreamworld where inflation is under control and we all have to accept less than inflation pay rises whilst different priorities allow for money to be poured down the drain of another Government priority money pit when these strange decisions are made. Northern Rock, the 10p tax u-turn, MP’s expenses fiasco, the claims of fiscal prudence and sound financial judgement to make our economy safe from the ex-iron chancellor now turned leader who throws away the the reins of responsibility because it the fault of other entities, the list goes on and on.
I expect the shafting sticks to be put on standby in the secret cupboard as the election approaches and the caring, sharing suits of political humility brought out from their mothballed closets to show how everyone has misjudged Government policies because they never fully explained them to us properly.
In the meantime, we will continue to deal with the various ills of the population whilst, at the same time, dealing with the morons who help waste so much time yet, seem to give us so much do to help them run their lives for them. Morons who claim to want respect but have no idea of what this means to others, parents who believe they have no responsibility for their children when they are out and about, parents who bring their children up without the basic understanding of right and wrong, nor the guts to take responsibility for their own actions. Children and parents who hide behind collective rights for themselves and no-one else, no respect, no responsibility and no accountability. They are not victims, they make victims.
I am expecting another crackdown, perhaps on pay and conditions again, at any time. Now that will certainly help things along as we get another convenient let down whilst the huge sums needed to bail out failed policies seem obvious to those keen to save their own political hides.
To add to all the misery, the football season is well underway, bringing with it the loutish and alcohol fuelled behaviour from those who use the cover of alleged support for their team to wreak havoc on the mostly decent and law-abiding majority who frequent the emotional see-saw events where 22 at a time kick an inflated ball around a patch of grass within the white lines trying to catch it in a net at the opposite end of the arena. I am not impressed by some who attend these spectacles.
I am, however, very impressed by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, its dedication and efforts to maintain the memory and dignity of those who were lost in the conflict of two world wars and other unfortunate events.
I am also further impressed by the roller-coaster ride the Dragon Khan. If you are in Spain at the Port Aventura park where this ride is located I suggest you try it out. Make sure your ticker is OK first.
I am also even yet further impressed by Gadget’s literary offering, ‘Perverting the Course of Justice’ which brings home some of the reasons why we do this thing called Policing and puts some meat on the bones of the obstructive skeletons we have in our closets, from the senior ranking ‘decision makers’ to their political masters as well as the usual scapegoat accountability excuses of measuring and counting.
We learnt measuring and counting at school, this is where it should remain to help the young people of tomorrow.
‘Its not his fault’, p217, especially the final para sums a lot of it up rather nicely.
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Some years ago we were visiting some friends in London. They took us to the RAF memorial at Runnymede. I know it isn’t a war graves site, but, inscribed there are the names of all aircrew lost during the war, especially poignant as so many of them have no known grave.
Whilst we were there, a film crew were setting up, and when we asked them what they were doing, they told us that the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight were going to do a display there, but it was secret, as they did not want loads of people there. We asked if we could stay, and they said of course.
We watched from the top of the memorial. I remember seeing ‘City of Lincoln’ and her two fighter escorts flying over the Thames Valley, air traffic must have ‘knitted a hole’ in the stream of 707s lobbing in and out of Heathrow.
I remember the feeling then of such sadness and yet hope, all those names, and yet because of them, we were able to witness this remarkable sight.
It is a beautiful place.