There’s a golden rule for weddings and funerals, ‘Don’t talk about politics or religion,’ and as rules go it’s a pretty good one, though any event that involves drink is at high risk from piss heads who can’t handle it. However, I ain’t here to talk about that, I’m here to talk about the unmentionable in any social situation, what so ever – Money.
I am 71 years old and there have been very few days in my life when I have not been battered, bruised and beaten by money issues. I learnt this at an incredibly young age because of my mothers daily terror of trying to raise four kids on next to nothing on her own. In those days it was utterly shameful to be a single parent (and the automatic assumption that we were bastards, which included our infant and junior schools), not least because anything wearing trousers thought she was fair game because she was a fallen woman. Of course, then as now, it’s still all too easy to be a fallen woman and fair game, by just being born a woman. However, I ain’t here to talk about that either, but there is one thing worth noting here. To this day women are still paid less then men, Sandi Toksvig revealed in 2018 that she was paid 40% of what Stephen Fry was paid for doing the same job, hosting QI. Well done the BBC for being so 17th century, along with the entire corporate world and Jacob Rees-Mogg (my MP).
Here’s a thing, money is never in short supply, other than by deliberate choice. It’s a cheap manufactured product that could be churned out till the moon turns to cheese cake. So far the Tory Magic Money Tree has gifted the financial markets with £895 billion in Quantitative Easing or £13,292 for every child, woman and man in Britain . There are, fundamentally, two types of people, the haves and the have nots. Them and us. The ruling elites and everyone else. But at the bottom are the poor, forced to suffer the violence of poverty and for which they are held responsible and regarded as lacking in moral fibre, courage and ignorant, unable to manage cooking meals from fresh air and navel dust.
There is a pattern throughout history, which continues to this day, which even predates the Norman invasion of Britain in 1066. You’d think, what with school and improving standards of living, until the last twelve years that is, that the poorest would have recovered from their moral vacuum and endemic ignorance and put their lives in order. Curiously, it was in 1998 that Labour introduced its ‘flagship’ policy of the Minimum Wage, which, from its inception was less than people actually need to live on. It was feared that the minimum wage would become the maximum wage, or standard wage that the majority of employers would swiftly adopt, which proved not only to be the case, but also proved that poverty has never been the fault of poor people because in all this time, certainly since the Industrial Revolution, paying a living wage was always open to employers. All the minimum wage did was force employers to throw a few more pennies in the hat whilst still creaming off the profits from the backs of workers.
Of course, it’s all a scam. Those who rule us consider it necessary, and their duty, to control us, now that slavery is banned, and what better way than to simply put their finger over the money spigot and pay people just enough so that they are forced to come back every Monday to be robbed all over again for the next 50 years of their lives, after leaving school, where none of this is even mentioned let alone discussed in any meaningful way.
Last, but far from least, there’s the matter of giving ones work away and learning the joy of gifting and the cornucopia of feelings and emotions, connections and the wash of powerful chemicals in body and mind that course through us when we free ourselves from the tyranny of money in ways great and small. In a world predicated on everything having a price, we can never be free until we free our humanity from the grasping hands of those who exploit us for profit. We still have the power to care and share, it’s a sovereign right and they can’t steal that or stop us. We don’t have to just break the rules, although that’s highly recommended, we can also ignore them or circumvent them and reclaim our humanity which can be found buried in the detritus of endless money grubbing.
Keith Lindsay-Cameron aka Keith Ordinary Guy.
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