I have been to Stafford today, to try to find one of the support groups for victims of ATOS persecution, to try to find help for my son in law who has now had a nervous breakdown, thanks to 2 years of malicious vindictive persecution by the corrupt as hell telephone operators who are running ATOS in Birmingham and Stoke On Trent. YES I AM TALKING ABOUT YOU TAZ OR DAZ OF BIRMINGHAM ATOS, OR WHATEVER YOU ARE CALLING YOUSELF THESE DAYS!
I spoke to quite a few homeless people (I was being watched by two police officers as I spoke to some homeless people in the town centre, wonder that they hadn't something more constructive to do such as arresting the human traffickers paedophiles who are having a the time of their lives right now in Stafford what with the Secret (therefore illegal) Family Courts stealing disabled children faster than you can say £520 (the blood money they can pick up per week for keeping one of these stolen and usually much loved and wept over children), or perhaps even arresting a corrupt Secret Family Court lawyer or two.
The conversations I had were very enlightening. One lady and her partner told me there were hundreds of homeless people in Stafford. She told me that the worst problem they had was getting enough sleep, as the police like to hassle them. The subject of the Big Issue's John Bird came up, and those people - white homeless people all the ones I met today - did not have a good word to say about him.
Its funny, because most of the Big Issue sellers I see in Stafford and Stone seem to be Romanian, yet there are lots of white English homeless people - hundreds as I have been informed - and you rarely see a white Big Issue vendor in Stafford.
The homeless lady was very apologetic - it was really very sad. She was clearly ashamed of being homeless, and wary that I might judge her for it! She told me that she had given up. I wanted to tell her, please don't give up, but I just didn't know what the heck to say to her that wouldn't sound glib. I just told her that people were waking up, and that we had a Prime Minister that was protecting paedophiles and gangsters, and that people were realising the wickedness of these rulers. I also told her that I was one of the Staffordshire Pindown child abuse survivors, and that I was never going to give up on getting the apology that was due to me 40 years ago. I hope my strength and determination gave her and her friends a little strength and determination to hope for better things.
I went down to the beautiful Doxey marshes to pray, for my daughter and her partner, and for those homeless people I met today. I felt so drained inside, so sad and worried about my son in law. I felt sad and angry that people are being treated worse than stray dogs, that people feel totally alienated from the rest of society, and kicked from one gutter to another. I can't pray quietly, the words come hurtling out of me when I feel like that, like Biblical Daniel, so I didn't hear the footsteps of the policeman behind me at first. It made me feel sick inside, violated, but at least that one had the decency not to interrupt my prayers. I don't know if he had followed me, or if he was going to check the hide (which drug dealers and users are using, forcing us birdwatchers to leave) I hope it was the latter, perhaps I should give him the benefit of the doubt about that.