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Thank you!

Hi family and friends,

Thank you for all your love and greetings by cards, blog and telephone on the occasion of my recent 78th birthday.  As I wrote in an earlier blog, it seems incredible to be such an age.  I certainly don’t feel it and my life is as busy and enjoyable as ever. I guess it helps to have the love of kith and kin all around you, eh?  So, once again, thank you.  You are all very precious.

My love to you all,

Ted.

From Dreams, Evolution etc - a Seth Book

Before the Beginning 1
SESSION 882—September 26, 1979
9:14 P.M. WEDNESDAY

Now. The universe will begin yesterday. The universe began tomorrow. Both of these statements are quite meaningless. The tenses are wrong, and perhaps your time sense is completely outraged. Yet the statement: “The universe began in some distant past,” is, in basic terms, just as meaningless.

In fact, the first two statements, while making no logical sense, do indeed hint of phenomena that show time itself to be no more than a creative construct. Time and space are in a fashion part of the furniture of your universe.

The very experience of passing moments belongs to your psychological rooms in the same way that clocks are attached to your walls. Whenever science or religion seeks the origin of the universe, they search for it in the past. The universe is being created now . Creation occurs in each moment, in your terms. The illusion of time itself is being created now. It is therefore somewhat futile to look for the origins of the universe by using a time scheme that is in itself, at the very least, highly relative.

Your now, or present moment, is a psychological (existing only in the mind) platform. It seems that the universe began with an initial burst of energy of some kind (the “big bang”). Evolutionists cannot account for its cause. Many religious people believe that a god exists in a larger dimension of reality, and that he created the universe while being himself outside of it. He set it into motion. Many individuals, following either persuasion, believe that regardless of its source, the [universe]1 must run out of energy. Established science is quite certain that no energy can now be created or destroyed, but only transformed (as stated in the first law of thermodynamics). Science sees energy and matter as being basically the same thing, appearing differently under varying circumstances.

In certain terms, science and religion are both dealing with the idea of an objectively created universe. Either God “made it,” or physical matter, in some unexplained manner, was formed after an initial explosion of energy, and consciousness emerged from that initially dead matter in a way yet to be explained.

Instead, consciousness formed matter. As I have said before, each atom and molecule has its own consciousness. Consciousness and matter and energy are one, but consciousness initiates the transformation of energy into matter. In those terms, the “beginning” of your universe was a triumph in the expansion of consciousness, as it learned to translate itself into physical form. The universe emerged into actuality in the same way , but to a different degree, that any idea emerges from what you think of as subjectivity into physical expression.

The consciousness of each reader of this book existed before the universe was formed (in your terms) but that consciousness was unmanifest. Your closest approximation —and it is an approximation only—of the state of being that existed before the universe was formed is the dream state. In that state before the beginning, your consciousness existed free of space and time, aware of immense probabilities. This is extremely difficult to verbalize, yet it is very important that such an attempt be made. Your consciousness is a part of an infinitely original creative process. I will purposely avoid using the word “God” because of the connotations placed upon it by conventional religion. I will make an attempt to explain the characteristics of this divine process throughout this book. I call the process “All That Is.”  All That Is is so much a part of its creations that it is almost impossible to separate the “creator” from the “creations,” for each creation also carries indelibly within it the characteristics of its source.

If you have thought that the universe followed a mechanistic model, then you would have to say that each portion of this “cosmic machine” created itself, knowing its position in the entire “future construction.”

You would have to say further that each portion came gladly out of its own source individually, neatly tailored to its position, while at the same time that individual source was also as intimately the source of each other individual portion.

I am not saying that the universe is the result of some “psychological machine,” either, but that each portion of consciousness is a part of All That Is, and …… the universe falls together in a spontaneous, divine order and …… each portion of consciousness carries within it indelibly the knowledge of the whole. The birth of the world represented a divine psychological awakening.

Each consciousness that takes a part in the physical universe dreamed of such a physical existence, in your terms, before the earth was formed. In greater terms than yours, it is quite true to say that the universe is not formed yet, or that the universe has vanished. In still vaster terms, however, the fact is that in one state or another the universe has always existed.

Your closest approximation of the purpose of the universe can be found in those loving emotions that you have toward the development of your children, in your intent to have them develop their fullest capacities.

Your finest aspirations can give you some dim clue as to the great creative thrust that is behind your own smallest act, for your own smallest act is possible only because your body has already been provided for in the physical world. Your life is given. In each moment it is renewed. So smoothly and effortlessly do you ride that thrust of life’s energy that you are sometimes scarcely aware of it.  You are not equipped with a certain amount of energy that then wears out and dies. Instead you are, again, newly created in each moment.

That is enough for now. End of session, and a fond good evening.

Birthday Boy

Wishing you a very happy 78th birthday Ted.Many happy returns of the day and have a good one.

love from all in worcestershire

Coming home to roost

From today’s Telegraph.

Millions of people who take a daily dose of aspirin in the hope of preventing a heart attack or stroke are at risk doing themselves more harm than good, researchers have warned.

Nicotine patches no better than will power to quit smoking
Nicotine patches may not help smokers to stub out the habit, according to a new study.

The above are todays latest examples of the partly formulated and prematurely published crackpot, and potentially harmful, ideas referred to in my last blog.

Giving people nicotine patches to help them quit the nicotine addiction always did seem crazy to me.  Like saying to a heroin user trying to give up  - “You want to quit? Well instead of sniffing the stuff inject it instead”.  A crazy idea.

The appalling thing is that both of these partly formulated and prematurely published and now discredited crackpot ideas are officially approved and have been launched at vast public expense and will no doubt continue to be put into practice despite the latest findings and the potential risk to, and disillusionment of, their victims.

To change the subject, and on a lighter note, the first signs of Spring are now evident here in Cumbria.  I saw my first wild snowdrop of the year yesterday, the gorse bushes are radiant with their yellow flowers, the early flowering bushes are well budded, the birds are beginning to sing and pair up again and strings of geese are migrating North. Also, believe it or not, the days are getting longer - by just a minute or two each day at present - although it is still pitch black at 0700 hrs up here at present. Everything is looking good!

And I had a lovely experience yesterday.  As I walked on the beach a man and his dog appeared about five hundred metres or so ahead, walking towards me. The man was throwing a ball for his dog. When the dog spotted me it bounced along the beach as if to greet an old friend and on reaching me dropped the ball at my feet and looked up expectantly as if to say, “Do you want to play?” So I picked it up and threw it as far as I could whereupon the dog ran and retrieved it and brought it back and once again dropped it at my feet to be thrown.  I repeated the throwing again and again until the man himself arrived when the dog left me once more and continued his walk with his owner. It fair made my day.

Welcome to 2012

Here we are at the doorway to year 2012, or as much of it as we get - for 2012 is, according to some, the year the world comes to an end - again. I have no doubt, however, that I will be updating this blog at this time next year. This particular “end of the world”  is just one more item of the untested media-driven information overload to which we are subjected on a daily basis. For me there are too many crackpots out there, each being listened to and publicised by the media without any justification whatsoever. I suppose it sells newspapers.

The advantage of science is that when a scientist has an idea, perhaps a seemingly crackpot idea, it is tested to see whether it is in fact demonstrably true. If so it is publicised - if not it is discarded.  The trouble with so many “discoveries” today is that they are publicised to millions of people as facts whilst  still at the unproven - and often crackpot - stage from which they never recover. 

Well, nothing seems to have changed. Ted is still having a moan about something even though it is 2012! Sorry about that.  But, hey, do you want to know something - in another thirty days I will have reached the ripe old age of 78 years. I can’t believe it. I certainly don’t feel old and I continue to enjoy perfect health and when I shave each morning the face I see in the mirror doesn’t look any different (just as handsome as ever!!!). So I am looking forward to 2012 and all the new things which it will bring - lets get at it. And a happy and prosperous new year to every one of us.

And we are going out just as we came in. I read today

“Brazil overtakes UK in world economic league

UK Taxpayers are funding aid to Brazil even though it has become richer than Britain, Whitehall officials admitted yesterday”. Magic!!!!!!

I calculated the other day that, like every other lower rate (so called) tax payer in this country I, by PAYE and VAT and fuel duty, am paying around 40% of my pension to the Government in taxation. As a pensioner I could certainly do with that money myself to help pay rising energy and food bills. To know that it is being shovelled into the coffers of nations richer than ourselves - as well as countless poor nations, not to mention into the pockets of the hordes of benefit seeking immigrants who flood our shores daily - well, God bless them all.  May I live long so that they can continue to enjoy it!

And of course that is what the media tells us so often - we are all living a lot longer.  My neighbour four doors away doesn’t believe them - he just died at 46 years of age.  Definitely not one of the “all” . And I believe that living a lot longer is not a good thing anyway. Nobody improves as they get older, let alone old - it is a downward thing with no recovery - not to be longed for at all. To go out with a full head of steam after a satisfying life is much to be desired. My dream is to have a massive fatal heart attack half way up Black Coombe. I may not have made it to the top, but what a way to go. The soft grass, the smell of the bracken and the tinkling of the stream. A delightful place from which to slip into the next dimension and all that waits there. Can hardly wait. And for me that “next dimension” is real.  I have spent the last five tears researching the non-religious evidence for and against its existence.  There is a mass of evidence for it - and none against it!  If you don’t believe me have a look yourself .

Whether you do or not, have a wonderful 2012. And as the song says, Remember if you are down and out - the only way is up! Hey!

Wishing You All A Joyful Christmas

 

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I found this picture among my old photographs. Taken by me of the beautiful worcestershire countryside. As you all probably know I am an agnostic, but when you come across a scene such as this, (as I do frequently) it tends to get one wondering.

I wish you Ted and all the family a very happy Christmas and (the government permitting)  a prosperous new year.

love to you all and may your God be with you

Richard

A joyful Christmas to everyone

Hey, it’s Christmas at last.

Christmas greetings and best wishes

to all the family from Ted and Grace and

a happy and prosperous New Year to all.

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Christmas cards

From the Daily Mail

Stores ‘ashamed’ to sell religious cards… but obscene ones litter the High Street.

They (the stores) claimed a creeping ‘multicultural indoctrination’ had led to an aversion to Christianity, and that shops were worried about stocking cards that might offend other faiths.

Of 6,576 cards sold individually, just 36 – 0.5 per cent – featured scenes such as Jesus in a manger or angels.

Multi-packs fared little better, with only 5 per cent of 1,337 on sale at the stores visited containing at least one card that reflected the season’s Christian message.

Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Christ.  It belongs to Christians, and is celebrated by Christians.

Commercial “Christmas cards” are an industry driven way of exploiting the Christian celebration for commercial reasons.  The cards popularly on sale today therefore probably reflect the political-correctness-indoctrinated and largely Christianity-indifferent  character of the society within which our Christian celebration takes place. Christians can always choose not to buy them.

Perhaps we should instead purchase a pack of card blanks (mine were ten for 99p from Works) and take the time to write a personal Christmas greeting to Christian friends, perhaps including a suitable Christmas verse such as the very appropriate  -

Unto you is born this day a Saviour who is Christ the Lord.

I receive shop-bought cards from Christian and non-Christian friends as does everyone else and, though often bright and beautiful, they are discarded when Christmas is over.  But unprofessional hand-produced Christmas cards  bearing personal greetings from friends and, especially grandchildren, are special  and are never thrown away because they are an expression of the person’s thoughts which gave birth to the words. And for me Christmas greetings are the personal thoughts expressed  - not the illustrations and glitter commercially produced.

Regarding the excuse made of an indoctrinated  “aversion to Christianity”, didn’t someone say, And you shall be hated of all men for my name’s sake? It isn’t that bad yet so we shouldn’t complain.

Incidentally, regarding the excuse that the portrayal of the Nativity Scene might cause offence to other faiths, and disregarding the fact that not portraying the Nativity scene might cause offence to Christians, some years ago I spent a happy holiday in Tunisia.  The towns were well populated with mosques and minarets from which the moslem call to prayer daily reverberated greatly amplified by multiple loudspeakers.  The holiday was in December and coincided with their feast of Ramadan which fell in December that year.  Despite this, because we were guests from a “Christian” country the foyer of our Tunisian hotel was festooned with streamers and baubles, and an enormous Christmas crib was erected there - populated with an array of gingerbread men instead of nativity figures,

And these are supposed to be the people to whom we cause offence when celebrating Christmas in our own “Christian” land.  Poppycock!

A word of prophecy

From Wikipedia.

During the World War II victories of Nazi Germany in 1940, Wilhelm II stated that: “The hand of God is creating a new world & working miracles…. We are becoming the United States of Europe under German leadership, a united European Continent.”

From the Telegraph.

The German Chancellor made it clear that eurozone states would be called upon to relinquish economic sovereignty and be subjected to close central supervision – a pre-requisite for the eurozone to secure vital extra financial help.

There is undoubted evidence  for re-incarnation.

Imagine the scene - “Well Adolf, you made a right pigs-ear of that.  Now get back down there and do it again - peacefully this time!”

Perhaps the 1940 prediction of Wilhelm II is finally being fulfilled?

When is racial discrimination not racial discrimination?

From the telegraph.

Hundreds more young black men are in prison than attending the country’s leading universities, the Deputy Prime Minister will warn today, as he issues a fresh call to end racial discrimination.

The Liberal Democrat leader will indicate that positive discrimination is operating in the public sector, saying that men from ethnic minorities now earn more than their white counterparts.

What on earth is Clegg implying in the first paragraph - that young black men who apply for entry to a top University are through racial prejudice sent to prison instead - or that the correct thing for a young black person who commits a crime worthy of prison is for positive discrimination to entitle him to be enrolled at a top University instead?

In the second paragraph, according to confused Clegg,  Government sponsored racial discrimination is apparently quite legal and above board if it is in favour of a member of an ethnic minority.  He doesn’t seem to appreciate that racial discrimination in favour of the ethnic minority is illegal racial discrimination against the entire ethnic majority

I find it quite frightening that any member of the British Government is allowed to hold and publicly expound such ill-considered maverick, contradictory and bigoted views and get away with it.

Lord Taylor of Warwick

From the Telegraph

Imprisoned earlier this year for defrauding the parliamentary expenses system, the peer (Lord Taylor of Warwick) must still wear an electronic tag around his ankle, meaning his legs are forbidden from leaving his house after 7.15pm.

However, despite facing several more weeks of effective house arrest, Taylor is determined to make a political comeback. Next May, he is planning to walk back into the House of Lords, take his seat on the red benches, and use his time in prison to inform debate.

Taylor, a former barrister and judge who was one of the first black members of the Lords, claimed thousands of pounds in taxpayer-funded expenses after declaring that his nephew’s house in Oxford was his “main residence” – which then allowed him to receive an overnight allowance for peers who live outside London. He also claimed expenses for travelling to Oxford.

However, he had never stayed in Oxford, residing instead at his home in Ealing, West London, and was criticised by the judge for “a protracted course of dishonesty”.

“Well I have been punished,” he said. “What I would say is that Parliament should be reflective of society. I have a role to play, something to contribute”.

Not one word of regret - just pride in and justification of his dishonesty - from this former  barrister and judge.  What a cheek!

On his website he boasts, One of my favourite verses from the Bible is from Proverbs 16 v 9: “The plans of a man are made in his mind, but the Lord directs his steps.”

Is he claiming that the Lord was his accomplice?

How about Exodus 20 v 15  “Thou shalt not steal”!

His Christian mother Enid must be turning in her grave.

Back again!

Life has been full of extra curricular activities just lately, hence the pause of blogs.
One of the activities has been my purchasing a 1000 piece jigsaw - well the television programmes are awful, aren’t they. If I didn’t get my television licence free on account of my venerable years I would have long ago dumped my television receiver and, in preference, once again exposed myself to the endless and pointless reminders sent out to non-licence holders and non-television owners by the unbelieving authorities. But there you go - instead I went out and bought myself a jigsaw to do instead of watching the television. And here is a photograph of it completed! It proved quite a challenge, and now I have the “pleasure” of breaking it into pieces again in order to start another.

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I have also been completing the radio controlled duck which I started making a couple of years ago which  presented me with one or two problems in its construction which I had to solve. However mind finally triumphed over matter and it is now complete and has been undergoing “sea trials” in the bath. At the first opportunity I will launch it on the lake and take a photograph to show you.

I have also been engaged in wind-proofing my front door against the winter gales which seemed to pass through the door as if there was nothing there.  Anyway, thanks to a canister of expanding foam, liberal applications of silicone sealant and a yard or two of sponge sheet, the whole house is now wind-proof and the ambient temperature of the living room “sans heating” is a noticeable two degrees centigrade higher than before. It should make for a snug winter here in Cumbria.

But the highlight of my blogging absence was unmistakeably my much overdue visit to my two youngest grandchildren in the Midlands, Gabriela aged seven and Jonathan aged two years and eleven months. At seven years old Gabriela is, of course, my intellectual superior, but I found Jonathan a wonderful playmate - and he me, I think. So I had an energetic few days sharing stories with Gabriela and crawling round the floor pushing cars with Jonathan and responding to his “Come on, Grandad”. We also had a trip to the park to play on the swings and roundabouts - a thoroughly good time in the delightful company of James and Kasia and Gabriela and Jonathan - and a wonderful escape from the woes of the media and politics.

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And now here we are again, clocks put back and dark nights drawing in. It seem to happen every year about this time.  The countryside is still beautiful though. Little mum used to think that too. Today, the first of November, was full of sunshine in a clear blue sky - not a cloud in sight, and I enjoyed a long walk through the countryside. Here nature is settling down for the winter and the leaves are long gone from the trees. But the air is good to breathe - cool and refreshing like a drink of water - and very often as wet as a drink of water.


Well, that is it for now.  At present I have declared my home  a media free zone so I perhaps wont go on ranting on about things as I do sometimes - well, I’ll try anyway - well for a little while perhaps. We’ll see.  Meanwhile, love to all the family.

Tyrant Gaddaffi is dead. Tyrant Cameron rules OK!

From the Telegraph

“The Prime Minister is facing a significant rebellion among Conservative MPs over his order that they should reject a Commons motion calling for the first popular vote on Britain’s relationship with the EU since 1975.

Downing Street has made clear that every PPS will be expected to vote with the Conservatives on Monday and any who refuse will be sacked.”

Isn’t this the same thing for which Gaddaffi has (with the active connivance of Cameron) just been ousted and shot - for defying and suppressing the will of the people?

Every MP is an elected representative of the people of his constituency.  He is there to respect and reflect by his actions the will of the people he represents.

The fact that more than more than 100,000 people took the time to register their desire for a referendum on our continuing membership of the EU, (the 100,000 accepted by every politician as being a tiny proportion of the number of people who daily feel sickened and disgusted by the effects of EU membership on the country they love and belong to) is a massive demonstration of the will of the people.    No tyrant dictator - whether he be Gaddaffi or Cameron - should be allowed to obstruct that will - especially under the pretence of Democracy. Cameron is making a mockery of his own argument for the intervention of our forces and their killing of numerous civilians in Libya (for which he incidentally condemned Gaddaffi, but justified for himself in the name of Democracy). He is dictatorially suppressing the will of the people, and over riding it - just as Gaddaffi did!

He is a tyrant attempting to obstruct the course of Democracy!

Tut-tut!

From today’s Telegraph.

The long-running battle to evict travellers from the illegal site at Dale Farm in Essex is set to cost taxpayers as much as £22 million, it can be revealed.

Statements like this make me mad.

The tax has already been paid to the Treasury and it no longer belongs to the tax payer. If the Dale Farm episode had not taken place there would have not been a refund of the money to the taxpayer. It has cost the Treasury - not the taxpayer.

The Treasury would no doubt argue that it has been deprived of 22 million pounds which could have been spent for the taxpayer’s benefit. So what? Compared to the billions and billions of pounds being spent on military campaigns, overseas aid  and limitless EU payments which are not to the taxpayer’s benefit, the additional expenditure of 22 million pounds is but small change.

Why not ……….?

From the North West Evening Mail

Limited closure of museum may secure future.

CUMBRIA’S tourism boss said there was a glimmer of hope for Barrow following cuts to a leading museum and the town’s tourist information centre.

As part of Barrow Borough Council’s £5m savings package, the Dock Museum will close from November to March and the Tourist Information Centre in the Forum will be manned for only a few hours each day.

The Forum will also open for fewer hours and its programme of events will lose council funding and promotion.

Ian Stephens, Cumbria Tourism managing director, said the cuts were disappointing.

Mr Stephens said: “We can only hope that the local visitor economy doesn’t unduly suffer as a result of these decisions”.

This sort of thing must be happening all over the country at present.

Wouldn’t it be a golden opportunity to bring in suitable volunteers from the unemployed and train them so that they could temporarily fill in the gaps in return for their unemployment benefits. Existing full time paid staff could then have their reduced working hours spread throughout the week or month, supplemented by that of the the volunteers. In the above case the facilities need not then be closed and the tourist income affected.

Unemployed people I know would jump at the chance to get out of the house and do something constructive instead of just loafing around with nothing to do.  It would also help to instill a working routine  into their lives, and, who knows, when things get better they may even find themselves taken on in the job that they have been helping out with.

People unfortunate enough to lose their jobs because of the cuts may also wish to work as volunteers while looking for work so that when things improve they may return full-time to their previous employment if they wish.

My first thought was to volunteer myself, but I regretfully don’t have the spare time at the moment.

A bit of culture for a change.

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And now: Let’s lighten the tone a bit!

I found myself singing this song as I was making the tea this morning.

Have a chuckle!

 I’m My Own Grandpa
Guy Lombardo

Now many many years ago when I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life
My daughter was my mother ’cause she was my father’s wife
To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad
And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad
For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
Of the widow’s grown-up daughter who was also my stepmother

Father’s wife then had a son who kept them on the run
And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter’s son
My wife is now my mother’s mother and it makes me blue
Because altho’ she is my wife, she’s my grandmother too

Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I’m her grandchild
And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild
For now I have become the strangest case I ever saw
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa

Oh I’m my own grandpa
I’m my own granpa
It sounds funny I know,
But it really is so
Oh I’m my own grandpa

Politics at it’s best!

At just 16, Rory Weal was being feted yesterday as the ‘hero’ of the Labour conference for an impassioned speech telling how the welfare state saved his family from ruin.

The schoolboy tugged at delegates’ heartstrings with a tale of his home being repossessed and the family having ‘nothing, no money, no savings’, and only the benefits system to fall back on.

Rory conjured up an image of his destitute family as he told Labour delegates: ‘Two and a half years ago, the home I had lived in since birth was repossessed. We had nothing, no money, no savings.‘I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for that system, that safety net.

‘I owe my entire well-being and that of my family to the welfare state. That is why I joined the Labour Party,

But Labour leader Ed Miliband may be surprised to know he was not so hard-up after all.

For it turns out he is the privileged son of a millionaire property developer who sent Rory to a private school until his business went bust.

Even now he goes to a selective grammar school, which Labour policy opposes.

Rory, ….. later declared he would ‘not rule out’ becoming Prime Minister one day.

The two-faced little creep seems perfect material for a  Labour Prime Minister!

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2042623/Rory-Weal-Child-star-Labour-conference-truth-life-poverty.html#ixzz1ZFhlTzvT

 


Greetings, brother Richard.

Lovely to see your post - not just because you are a flatterer, but because I now know that at least one person - and may I say, one of my favourite persons - read them. 

My love to you all. You are often in my thoughts. And that (my love and thoughts) also goes to all the family members everywhere, who, if you do not read the blog, will not know that I have sent them anyway.

Politicians and Talk-talk-talk-talk!

From the BBC news on line.

Labour should have done more for the 50% of youngsters who do not plan to go to university, Shadow Education Secretary Andy Burnham is to say.

He will tell Labour’s annual conference that schools have been seen “solely as preparation for university” for too long.

Those who go straight into work or apprenticeships are left to fend for themselves, he will say.

He will also claim ministers are diverting funds from the most needy.

This is very evident common sense.

But will the brave talk have any effect and be put into practice.

If only those saying these things weren’t politicians.

If only we could believe that they were going to do something about it.

If only we didn’t know that the words are only said to ingratiate themselves into public favour so that they can enrich themselves even more at public expense after the next election.

And it isn’t just Labour.  Call me Dave and his cronies are just the same.  I had such hopes for this coalition.  But they just talk a lot and do as little as possible. Straws blowing in the wind. I overlooked that, at heart, they are politicians too!