Two Plus Two = Five
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The final analogy of Thatcher is the novel 1984. I too was taken away until I believed 2 plus 2 = 5. And like the uprising in Tianamen Square, China, I too was crushed in a free country, yes the undemocratic country that was supposed to be controlled by the unions. I now no longer know if it is a free country or not. Only my sore eyes remain to plague me and my addition that makes 2 plus 2 = 5. The 1983 Mental Health Acts do this. They are able to do almost anything. Margaret Thatcher ranted and raved for so long about the need to protect freedom and democracy that I fell for her narrations and orations. In fact you could say I was brainwashed and made to feel like a member of that weirdo cult of Charlie Manson. I now ask what is freedom and democracy. It must be to mess around outside the castle gates along with the rest of the lads. Certainly, Margaret Thatcher has not shown me the meaning of freedom and democracy. We need freedom and democracy to guarantee freedom and democracy, that has been outlawed by sleepy, idle unions. But what you observe on the street corners today is that there are more " gobs " per unit area of pavement than ever before. More people drinking Tenants Lager in the street than ever before. More people homeless than ever before. More people involved in crime than ever before. And lastly, more people out of work than ever before. It bugs me that we entertain more shops than ever before and we import more Japanese goods than ever before. I do not understand the machinations of economics but surely politics has something to do with all this. What is it that eludes me? What appears to be doing well is the mass production of toy gorillas. But what knowledge of economics do you need to sell toy gorillas? Surely, even though I went to one of the best universities in the country, I do not need a PhD in economic theory to work this out? And how can it be that such a race of people who destroyed the nazi vermin of World War 11 be reduced to a nation that messes about on street corners? Can it be that these brave freedom fighters who successfullly defended freedom and democracy in the Second World War, preventing the greatest evil of all time, be so lazy and idle? Or did we really lose and it is all a giant cover up and conspiracy? What do politicians really want out of life? Toy gorillas? As I develop an illness known as madness trying to solve the complex economic equation, the head scarfed figure climbs back into her giant machine. With the warning lights flashing away, it looks like a terminator about to commence operations. It is a nightmare. A phantasmogoricalised dream that portends the final harbinger of Thatcher's policies.Vehicles like these full of terminator death squads. They would patrol the streets searching out the dreaded doley. The dregs. The floatsam. It is like observing a scene out of the film Blade Runner of 21st century New York., where after curfew time, I have strayed out of my limits. I have dared to see the other side of the wall. If the Terminator sees me I will be killed. A twinge of pain arises in my biology, as my silicon implant tells me to move away.
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About the Book
The book is a sometimes funny insight into the machinations of the mind during a typical day in 1994 from five in the morning till eleven at night. It describes just how the author gets through a day when actively seeking employment, preferably employment which is permanent as it was temporary work that was usually on offer in post that cherite Britain. A Britain that was paranoid about “union loving lefties ". Any hint that a person might be of left wing persuasion and there was no chance of a careerist position. You may, after reading think the writer is actually paranoid but his thoughts are really quite revealing about “benefits Britain ". The book was in fact an attempt to prove that the author was not mad but just a typical victim (one of millions) who ended up described as mentally ill by an uncaring government. Governments that would sooner pay people to wallow on benefits than partake in something useful. Governments that simply did not understand what it is like to be out of work and to look for work or what to be out of work did on the physical and mental health of a person. Also, it is a look at how education is dismissed as worthless, even though governments constantly harp on about the need to get education. Hopefully the book will show that we are all individuals, unique beings that do not all live for the profit motive of big business. That some people are quite happy doing relatively non-pressurized jobs in manual work or as clerks. There is no edict that states a graduate must further qualify as a chartered accountant with the hundreds of hours of learning to pass yet more examinations. A person has a right to do what work he thinks he is capable of. The books conclusion is really quite sad.
About the Author
William Morton was born in 1958 in a town called Clitheroe, near Manchester, England and after grammar school went to Warwick University where he successfully studied for a degree in Environmental Sciences (1980). Because he took so many exams at University he decided to “take it easy “after leaving university, travelling through Europe by Interail and eventually working on a Kibbutz in Israel. Returning to England, he did work as a fruit picker, and returns clerk ending up in London. Here he learned about the great British benefits system which dominates so much of life in Britain both in the eighties, nineties and today. He met many types of travelers from all over the world all, it seems, bent on claiming benefits. He did, whilst working in Soho, London as a road sweeper,(1987 ) decide to use his education and apply for secure long term employment, but was unsuccessful. He returned to the North of England where he was eventually diagnosed with the mental malady schizophrenia. He was sectioned to a hospital for 6 weeks (1989) and defying all the doctors diagnostics found work afterwards as a temporary telesales clerk! The doctors had told him he that he was mentally ill for working as a road sweeper when he had a degree, even though the job was only temporary ( and paid well ).To prove the doctors wrong he wrote a book about the thoughts he had during one day in his life in 1994. It was rejected by many publishers and once again (1997) he was sectioned. He has been on benefits ever since.