My Political stance
A person once said to me that I sit on the sidelines and don’t stand by any statements at all. I think I do. I think I do that very well since it’s mostly me that you will find defending my stance on my Facebook wall, in debating groups that I’m in or anywhere else. But. I’d like to give you my opinion on the whole Political fiasco. Here is my take.
My Political stance is that I am left wing. I would classify myself as a social justice warrior and stick up for the little guy. Those that are being repeatedly stamped upon by the outright general noise of things. Any culture, any race, and religion, social standing, sex, whatever. If you’re a minority chances are you’ll find me fighting for your cause somewhere in the quaint little corners of the internet.
I believe that everyone everywhere has the right to a quality of life. I don’t think I’m better than anyone else, and certainly don’t think I’m entitled to anything more than my neighbour is. We’re all born equal, or at least that’s what every holy book ever made has told us. I believe that. We were. When it becomes muddied is those few moments of coming out of your mother’s womb and into the arms of your parents.
You parents might not be rich, or one of them may be missing, addictions may run in your family, your family may live in an area with troublesome people, access to education, food or even something as simple as fresh, running water may be a hindrance to attaining equality. To say that everyone can obtain the “American Dream” or be “A Millionaire” or your current countries colloquialisms for achieving ultimate life goals is absolute bullshit.
I had a friend, an ex-friend. That told me I didn’t work or try hard enough, which is why I was always poor. Yet he couldn’t see that because of his parents, and solely because of his parents he was now a house owner and a business owner. Had he been as unlucky as me and had an absent alcoholic Dad, and a skint Mum that lives 400 miles away, perhaps he wouldn’t be as lucky. Not that I’m jealous. Good for him that he has all those things. As I say, I want everyone to have a happy life however they achieve it. But his experiences has shaped how the world fit into his narrow-minded narrative. And because he had those things he expected if I worked hard enough I would too.
At least his mindset came from a good place. I do appreciate that.
But it doesn’t help.
The whole Political narrative doesn’t sit well with me. It just doesn’t. These are people that have mostly never had to worry when the next bill is coming through or if they will have to forgo food for the next day so that their children can eat. They’ve never had to rely on foodbanks, or even desperately check their bank account. And when I hear these people talk down to us, you, them as if we think the world owes us a favour, I get angry.
I’ve never thought the world owed me a favour. I come from a Mum that battered it into my head that you need to work to eat. She always worked. And when I haven’t been working I’ve volunteered. And when I haven’t volunteered I’ve done something constructive with my time until something suitable comes along. And it’s not just me because the world doesn’t revolve around me. I’ve watched literally hundreds of people that desperately wanted to find jobs, but couldn’t, because of some sort of barrier get tossed aside like they were wasters. Hard working families relying on food banks. There is no end to this poverty and hardship right now.
So when someone shouts, “Get a job” – I think it’s more about them than it is me. I laugh inwardly when someone that’s been lucky enough and worked most of their life scrutinise the less fortunate.
Oh yee of high moral standing
I’m a community person. I think of my world as a community and I don’t like to see nastiness. If I see someone on the ground I pick them up. If I see someone struggling I help them, and if I see someone in trouble I come to their aid. I just can’t stand by and see the world go to shit when I’m in control of myself enough to help. I can’t see why anyone would view another human being as different to them. Yes, perhaps thousands of years ago when we lived in caves and ran in small communities perhaps, but we’re supposed to be so much more advanced than this separation are we not?
Which brings me to the next point. Why do people hate? Why do people hate from afar? Why do people sit on their computers and put the worlds to right whilst not knowing anything about the situation themselves? I like to be informed during a conversation. I can’t sit there and have an opinion about something I’ve never experienced before. Perhaps I can have an opinion on it but I wouldn’t go around stating it as hard fact.
I’m just sick of it all. I can’t remember anything being like this 10 years ago. People were happy. People were being paid enough. And now? All we do is blame. Blame and hate. Whatever happened to the community spirit that we had? Whatever happened to good old fashioned loving your neighbour. Love your neighbour. Isn’t that what the Bible teaches? Jesus was middle-eastern. What happened to that?
So much hate.
Why not try and be nice for a change? Help the girl struggling with her pram, walk an old lady across the street, give without return. Be kind.
Anger solved nothing and never will.
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