#rejoin

Admin Stacey here. Sooooooo happy to see your name pop up babes 💜

Of course you can rejoin, we all take time off for numerous reasons. We’re happy to have you 🤗

We have shown our deep respect for a dignified old lady but the era ended with her last breath. Ostentatious mourning pageantry and tax payers money lavished on the Queen’s funeral are excessive and frankly offensive to many when 1 in 3 children in the UK are now in poverty and people working full time are using food banks. Many of our most vulnerable face the dilemma of heating or eating this winter. It serves only to highlight the social divide and injustice in our society.

Elizabeth’s son and the other royals do not command our loyalty. The displays of grandeur and superiority are designed to remind us how “Great” we are, but deep down we know that the royal family are no better than us, and we are no better than the rest of the world. The fairytale has ended, we’re left with an adulterous unprincipled man-child heir, an equally adulterous consort, a paedophile Prince, scandals, lies, corruption, bullying, elitism and racism. No different to the past perhaps, but in this modern age, no facade of pretence to hide it from the public.

Our final tie is severed. The last vestiges of the benevolent, virtuous face of Britannia gone. Wales is stirring and unfurling it’s wings, Northern Ireland is reaching an historic tipping point, waking up from the spell cast by Westminster. Divide, nurture hate, court and fund the opposition, infiltrate and incite until the hate is so strong that only time and a greater hate and desperation can heal the division. Which it will. United Ireland is on the near horizon. England itself is hearing growing cries for independence from the union and a confederation of regions rather than London rule. Because people KNOW that’s where the poison oozes from.

You, yourself, are seeing the mask slip now. Scotland saw the ugly face beneath long ago. Not because we think we’re cleverer or more astute, but because there was little attempt to hide it from us. We were downtrodden, conquered and insignificant. Our shame. In 2014 we were fooled, showered with love and empty promises. Confident, superior voices warning us “for our own good” of what we would lose. That made us doubt what we never really wanted to believe was true in the first place. We took the blue pill. Then we lost all of it and more anyway, and we deserved to. We weren’t strong enough to stand alone. So easily convinced, subconsciously wanting to believe that they’d admitted their mistakes, would change *this time* and it would never happen again. We were reeled in and discarded once more, in the confidence that we’d been suppressed for at least another decade or so.

The death of the Queen is so poignant for everyone in the UK, because we are not just grieving the lady herself, but the imaginary kingdom we allowed ourselves to believe she represented. The apprehension being felt is the recognition that the wind of change is blowing our way, for good or ill. Many may not want to face the upheaval of setting out into the unknown, but much like the death throes of a dysfunctional marriage, it’s inevitable and denial won’t stop the wheels coming off. We’ve dragged it out to the almost the bitter end “just in case” something miraculously changes. It’s so much easier just to stick with what we know. Until it isn’t. But maybe a new PM? Red on the outside, blue on the inside. A plant. The illusion of choice, of free will and democracy. We become accustomed to the horrors, they seem normal. It’s all become too big, too much, too insurmountable.

We don’t know how to begin to fix it, there are too many holes to plug, too many fires to fight. We hope someone else will sort it all out for us. But only with collective will can it be fixed. And it can’t really BE fixed per se. A reshuffle in parliament won’t cut it. Plastering over the cracks isn’t going to solve the root cause. We have to start again. It’s do or die. We revolt or we allow everything to be taken from us and from future generations. The government is broken. They are now just clinging to power long enough to plunder the UK and funnel as much of our wealth and resources offshore as they can.

Underfunding the NHS to the point where private health is the only option left to us, then selling it off at a loss to be bought by U.S. conglomerates to sell back to us, for profit, a pale imitation of what we once took for granted. Lawless, unregulated Charter Cities with boundaries encompassing our national parks, rich with gas and lithium deposits - once the ink is dry, they’re all but untouchable by future governments. A perpetual equity release scheme taken out on our property, undercutting industry in the rest of the UK and to which the only defence is to make MORE charter cities. Until the whole country is made up of charter cities with just wasteland in between. Fracking licenses to smash and grab the gas no matter the devastation done to our environment. Drilling licenses to squeeze every last drop of oil and gas from our waters, regardless of the climate damage. Raw sewage in our rivers and on our beaches. Money disappeared into pockets for contracts that were never going to be fulfilled. Uncapping banker bonuses to speed the drain of wealth from our economy, hand outs to foreign owned energy companies with UK government shareholders, clawing back workers rights, paid holidays, sick leave, state pensions. Removing any avenues of legal recourse for their actions and even the right to protest about them. Abolishing the unions, taking away the power of our collective voice. Cutting us off from higher international authorities who could intervene. Monopoly and suppression of the media to cover up what’s happening and frenzied attempts to distract us with scandals, gossip, refugees, faraway wars, the “enemy” who’s against us this week, to avoid scrutiny of the government here at home.

The liquidators have moved in, stripping anything of value before walking away from the shell left behind, safe in the knowledge that their fortunes are safe in numbered accounts in tax havens. Reducing the working class, the free thinkers and the rebels to poverty and apathy as we’re too anxious about how our families will manage to get by to actually DO anything. Finances too precarious to take any risks. Surreptitiously destroying us from the inside whilst we’re in manufactured mass hysteria about Harry and Meghan holding hands, immigrants stealing our jobs, energy prices and the cost of Lurpak.

Meanwhile, the UK is dying. Scotland is not England’s enemy. Wales is not England’s enemy, Ireland is not England’s enemy, Europe is not England’s enemy. The British state is everyone’s enemy. It has no power of it’s own, only the power we, the separate nations of the UK, give to it. So let’s just stop. Let’s break the chains. Let’s reimagine our collective future and the legacy we leave to future generations.