Ernest’s Last dig for victory

There is a lot lot more to this than initially meets the eye, please share far and wide, lets lift the lid on this corrupt system

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For purposes of protection of the individual, names have to be excluded until Justice has been done.

Imagine achieving over 50 years of marriage, and not being able to celebrate it with you’re loved One. Imagine being separated and banned from seeing your soul mate by a care home until they die. Threatened in the secret family courts with no legal representation and to be arrested if you show up, have your assets seized and threatened with imprisonment. Not only this but not being able to understand or communicate with the “people” providing this so called professional public service.
Unfortunately this is the true story of Ernest John Coles, and his beloved wife Maggie who ended up in a nursing home with apparent dementia. Ernest is an 85 year old partially deaf illiterate pensioner up against a multi-million pound profit making charity one of the leading care providers in Britain…

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Ernest’s Last dig for victory

For purposes of protection of the individual, names have to be excluded until Justice has been done.

Imagine achieving over 50 years of marriage, and not being able to celebrate it with you’re loved One. Imagine being separated and banned from seeing your soul mate by a care home until they die. Threatened in the secret family courts with no legal representation and to be arrested if you show up, have your assets seized and threatened with imprisonment. Not only this but not being able to understand or communicate with the “people” providing this so called professional public service.
Unfortunately this is the true story of Ernest John Coles, and his beloved wife Maggie who ended up in a nursing home with apparent dementia. Ernest is an 85 year old partially deaf illiterate pensioner up against a multi-million pound profit making charity one of the leading care providers in Britain run by money making monsters who believe they are above the law and which must remain anonymous to avoid being gagged, a GP who was found with skulls buried in his back garden, and a social services lie which is completely unfounded (Although we are seeking information and evidence for said allegation, nothing is immediately forthcoming).

Around 18 months ago, I wrote a blog on Ernest john Coles, it hit 6000 views in less than 3 days, Uk column gave an interview in which Ernest poured out his heart and told the world he wanted to see his Maggie, one last time before her pending demise in a care home that dragged out for 4 years defying the  predictions of professionals who quote “ expected her to die in 2009”. This particular care home which likes to gag anyone wanting to question their authority banned Ernest and took out a court order to keep him away and allow them to continue holding maggie in this elderly cattle run.  You may be questioning the whole scenario by now; It was also astounding the amount that would say, ‘hold on a minute why? He must have done something wrong?’

No, he didn’t, however he did question the care given to his wife and complained. Getting a ban from the care-home is easy if you are a huge national corporation because you guessed it; There’s money in old people. Ernest was illiterate, due to the country wide dig for victory campaign during the war. Remember that time; when fellow Beings looked out for one another, cared for those in vulnerable states and weren’t stifled from speaking out when something is wrong. What he gained in practical knowledge was lost because he was having to help his fellow man at another time of crisis. oh and he was deaf too. So must have really struggled with what was happening.

The campaign hit its heights at that point…. A petition was drawn up and Ernest spent day in, day out in all weathers campaigning to see his wife one last time on their Emerald wedding anniversary. He gained over 10,000 signatures of support these signatures were kept in the bottom drawer of the local MP’s office B__ B______.
Poor Ernest had another day in court for his campaigning and was told unless everything was pulled down he would end up in prison and never see his beloved wife again, he had after all featured on the UK column with Mick Harby and Brian Gerrish in an interview that was ordered down by the care provider. The peoples voice TV channel were even too scared to tell his story, however Sonia Poulton while working for that station did a live interview with Ernest’s carer the night Maggie passed away.

Throughout all of this, the very fact that so many linked authorities were fighting to keep Ernest away from the love of his life must be questioned. The medicines Maggie was being treated with at no point were questioned as side effects to her illnesses and ailments, nor did anyone have to answer because it is all kept secret in these courts..Well lets face it, Social workers, Police, multi-national corporations, M.P’s and all the other agencies involved never lie do they? (I am of course being ironic, they all lie and manipulate, to such a degree that most of the time we struggle to know what the truth is!) It is now time that their story was told and the secret family courts put to test.Ernest must have a final dig for victory, and he needs our help!

The ban is now void as Maggie’s strong Irish heart finally stopped beating in the Emerald years of their marriage after lying isolated in a room for 4 years. RIP Maggie. The night Ernest was invited to say goodbye to Maggie on the night of her death, she defied predictions for the 3rd time and her heart continued to beat, Ernest went back in the morning to see her one last time and hold her hand and tell her that he loved her, however he ended up being escorted by police to a cell in Launceston prison for the night where he lay cold, crying and lonely wondering if Maggie had left this earth, he informs me that they were good enough to offer him a pasty. He was Called back to court the next day to stand in front of the same judge that condemned him in the first place, Ernest was released without charge and never got to see Maggie again.

We are now in the process of raking through the medical notes from when she was first diagnosed with dementia. We have a lawyer who has written to the care provider and Dr in question, but they have completely ignored this request. We are not giving up as we believe there is something that needs digging up and need your help. I have studied some of the medical notes, although we still await the 4 years Maggie was resident at this particular elderly death camp care Home with no response.we have filed an investigation report to PALS for answers and evidence from the specialists concerned, she was on a cocktail of drugs including samvastasin

The palliative care of the oldest, weakest and most frail is a human right, not a privilege. How we, as a people tend and care for these people determines how we are deemed as a society. We need to look within ourselves and decide when enough is enough. When will people realise that unless we speak out en-masse it will happen to us next?

Throughout the writing of the article, the words of Martin Niemöller ring true. First they came for… Here’s what he would say now. First they came for the children, and I never spoke out because I wasn’t a Parent, then they came for the old, and I never spoke out because I wasn’t old, then they came for the weak, but I never spoke out because I wasn’t weak, and then they came for the disabled, and I never spoke out because I wasn’t disabled, and then they came for me…And there was no-one left to speak out for me.

Don’t let this become a reality, Don’t ever close your eyes to the sick methods of social engineering which are occurring, if you can do one thing which can make a difference, let your support for this poor man getting justice happen with immediate effect, we desperately need donations and contributions to help with his court costs, Ernest has made up some christmas cards in order to spread awareness and raise money needed you can order from his Facebook page

To join Ernest’s army please visit and like his facebook page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Justice-for-Ernest-John-Coles/349249158572459 ….watch this space!

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me… For me.. FOR MEEEEEEEEE!

And you!
I have been reasonably quiet for quite some time. October was my last entry, since I have been busily trying to do nothing  but sit up all night and peep through the crack of my curtain at 11:30 in the morning, George Osborne prejudice styley. I fail at this side of things miserably.. FFS I cant even be a good scrounger, how shit is that?

It seems society is created in order to kill your spirit in one way or another. Like a well oiled machine without any wheels or ability to act. Until someone comes along to push that start button (and they are on minimum wage sporting a degree in astro physics).
I have never known such poverty at the bottom, of which ..within this country I must fall into. I could curse having the brain to think, as before I gained a half decent awareness.. I was blissfully unaware of the fate of our beings as a race.
These days all I see is an agenda packed rhetoric from very rich people telling everyone else to point the finger of blame in any direction than at them (Mainly  poor,unemployed, sick or elderly people). The art of distraction, forever directing the shift of blame away from those that are really to blame for our situation.  It’s not the unemployed or the sick, or the infirm. It isn’t the people that are genuinely struggling. It is those that nobody is talking about in the media. ‘The Have’s’. I knew about those bastards a long time ago, but for a while I thought that maybe just maybe one day I would join them. So I happily strived in a low wage, or lowly position before boredom sunk in, and i would end up back on the dole again, or sick from overwork.. These days, it is hunger since the supermarkets put prices up reduced the size of the packets and my basic giro stretched to it’s already unlivable amount became even less. Those on a basic salary glance enviously across because it doesn’t matter how many hours you work, it’s still not enough to touch the sides of basic living standards needed today.
What I find really strange, and outlandish is the way in which people instantly jump on the attack rhetoric. T.V doesn’t help, well why would they? Most of the guys in charge want a knighthood so will follow their paymasters orders or lose the opportunity to gain their usually lifelong ambitions of kissing the queens ring.

Doesn’t really matter, to be honest they will all get eaten alive in the pits of hell. What I really want to do now is fuck off. Say adios, toodle loo, arrive derci society stick your constructed application and opinion where the sun doesn’t shine… And a voice whispers in my ear…’ Oh you’ll go to hell for that one!’ Actually, I am already there.
On a final not RIP Tony Benn here’s to you, at your best

On this Journey

On this journey I have wondered; through the forest and the field, and the road to where I am now. I have discovered I am often wrong, been told that I am wrong, rarely have I been shown that I am wrong. This in the main is because I do not nor have I ever vehemently disputed. It is hugely because of my tactic of allowing the others to speak. Taking on board what I am told but not necessarily accepting it. Who am I to tell them that they are wrong and I am right? Who am I to argue with that ‘person’ and destroy their perception of the world? Perhaps they are right, perhaps not.It is only once you have travelled my forest, field and road you could possibly perceive my point of view and I certainly wouldn’t wish that path for anybody.

It is because I cannot claim that I am right that I don’t accept or reject anything except perhaps pretty much everything. I do not ever throw that knowledge away, however to see where I come from you need to strip down everything you know, unlearn everything and realise that what we live is a preconditioned societal construct.

I have tried to extrapolate certain preconditioning words from my vocabulary. I’m not perfect at this and fall down the ‘I need’ and ‘I want’ path all too often, before correcting myself. One word I do disenfranchise with great vigour is the word, ‘beLIEve’. It does you see have the word LIE in it, and for very good reason. As soon as one accepts that belief, they begin to reject all other arguments. This limits perception. Disenfranchises opinions that are equally as important as your own; In short I’m unlearning everything. Hey opinions are like arseholes, everybody’s got one!

So it leads to the next step, that of original thought and original opinion. Thinking for your selves without being boxed in by some age-old academic opinion. In my honest way of thinking all the great philosophers did this;

  1. Somebody who studies philosophy, somebody who seeks to understand and explain the principles of existence and reality
  2. Thinking person a thinker who deeply and seriously considers human affairs and life in general
  3. Calm and rational person somebody who reacts calmly and rationally to events, especially adversity
    Encarta Dictionary English (U.K.) philosopher (noun)

I would also add to this it is someone who is able to create that original thought from which the foundations of an idea originates. If you get a degree in philosophy however, you are expected to use other philosophers to back your argument up. This is where academia chokes original thought. Where it chokes the individual of creativity for it does not allow you to think. It is also important to know that a philosopher and philosophy have very different meanings.
Well, if you need any clarification why not comment 🙂 Original thought begets original thought, and this is a tough concept to tackle!

So what has happened to me?
The blogs been running a few years now,things have gotten better for me but worse for any chance of opportunity, frankly things have gotten insane!
JOB: I did till i got my flat :/ I moved too far away. i see my kids now loads none of it is on my terms in any way  though really i have to bite my tongue and be walked over, because its far more important to see my kids than it is to worry about starving myself through the week. Yes i suffer but to think of the complete bottom i had hit when they were absent from my life, makes it all worth it. its just a shame ive tried so hard to get a job but nothing is out there, so rather than look at the intrinsic problem of the state of the economy, it is easier to just call me a scrounger…seriously?

Fuck you mr  politician, you’re the biggest fucking scroungers out there. With your expenses bills of luxury breakfasts, multiple houses, spouses taken on as secretaries, back handers from lobbyists able to set the agenda: which usually involves some form of government contract. Who the fuck are you to call poor people scroungers? People have been so segregated so hopelessly tied up in this stupid debt based economy that its easier to look down than it is up. Its easier to think those less fortunate are getting some kind of easy ride. David cameron said we’re all in this together, he wasnt talking about digging in deep with us, he was talking about how him and his croneys were going to rob all the money off the people and asset strip the country. Yeah everyone these days seem to be a fucking hypocrite, because i speak my mind and wont fall into the conformities expected of me i can probably be stereotyped 30 times over, in a manner that will suit them..not me. My government aint no god , they are self serving back slapping  money screwing  Lizards with no morals and no right over me; Listen to Larken Rose:

So anyway I figure to myself you know what im gonna start my own business up. That was back in march. i wanted to go self employed as a writer. Releasing chapters monthly begging and borrowing but not stealing, i dont like to steal. This is where the problems really lay. For someone like me with an ounce of creativity, a spark of an idea I would need thousands to start up. It should be simple really great idea go self employed..go for it.

When i do this i get told ‘computer says No!’, and why? Because its way more important to fill shelves in fucking tesco, far more fulfilling doing some generic 9-5 than writing, or anything which is self satisfying. In the meantime we are sent on the most inanely boring jobsearches taken away from our real life and cast in stone as sheep. Not anymore!

With food prices rocketing and actual living wage staying stagnant it is now impossible to get by week by week without. whether you work or not. Just the day to day expenditure we are needing just to get through swallows any of our promissory note right up. The vultures of government have in just 3 years removed all reasons for me to have a government..so now i say kindly fuck off, and leave us alone!

The poor man’s Paradigm

When two Tribes go to war

The whole of Britain is today celebrating as The houses of parliament fell into ruin following a Frankie goes to Hollywood ‘Two Tribes’ styled battle took place between every member of parliament.

The whole scenario took place during prime ministers question time when someone in the public viewing gallery threw an apple at the back of David Cameron’s head and shouted to Nick Clegg that ‘Davey just called you a useless little turd’ to which Nick Clegg responded ‘That’s all I can stand, and I can’t stand no more’. He then launched himself at Cameron in a fantastic rugby styled tackle, sweeping Cameron off his feet.  Then everyone else in the commons joined in.

This was typified by the site of Ed balls climbing up the side of one of the aisles and leaping onto George Osborne wrapping his legs around his neck whilst pounding him in the ears screaming ‘YOU BELLIGERENT CUNT, I HATE YOU’. George Osborne was seen crying again.

Pandemonium ensued when Iain Duncan smith decided to take it upon himself to rip his shirt off revealing his S.S uniform underneath ‘Es ist die Zeit für die wahre Herrenrasse; die Welt zu nehmen, Heil Mich! ‘ Roughly translating to,‘ It is the time for the true master race to take over the world, Heil me!‘ At that point chaos transcended as at least 40 000 people watching in their homes, closely enough to get to him  went for the twat, who quickly realised that noone actually liked him; he was last seen floating off into the north sea, lets hope he never comes back!

Finally as the dust settled the few remaining MPS were dragged away by the police when it was quickly realised that they didnt work for elites but were policing only by consent. With this accepted, and a quick realisation by the masses that actually they are far better at governing themselves: a quick rational decision was made to remove all Big banks, corporations and land ownership. ‚NO MORE PROBLEMS!‘ Said a spokesman for the people.

This quickly spread to europe and the rest of the world with governments and elites quickly surrendering their power or facing guillotine for being sociopaths.

The final resolution occurred when a huge spaceship landed, Colonel Zog of the Intergalactic worlds federation spoke telepathically to the people of Earth; ’Finally with the breakdown of corporate and elite interests, the human race can finally evolve into its true potential‘ with that all the missing answers to life the universe and everything was transferred into every human mind.

Noone knows for sure what the future will hold but one thing is for certain, its better than the shit we have been going through!

Tim mattock

Operation Bilderberg

Off to Watford today for the 2013 Bilderberg meeting. This is where the top corporate whores meet with banking corporate whores, Royal whores and generally elite motherfuckers all come to meet and discuss how theyare gonna fuck up the world just that little bit more…
Of course i wont be able to get in there, in fact ill be camping outside on a field and shouting at them. Thats my therapy, quite often ive been found guilty of wanting to go to such an event but last minute having to back out due to the usual constraints in life..however Those constraints will have to do without me.
If anyone reads thats going pop by and say hi 😀