Broken Borough Councils-Part 4

So, this steadily growing blood-sucking bureaucracy has deprived you of your democratic election and representation rights, given you a behemoth of expense you didn’t ask for, co-signed you to a debt that can’t possibly be paid, given you a bunch of services that you could care less about, and not delivered on many of the things that they are required to do… Do you really want a 40 year old white elephant of a theatre that no one goes to and loses £500K/year? Do you really want a clapped out recreation centre to be razed by them to be replaced by an equally clapped out dysfunctional recreation centre that you aren’t going to use? Just keep remembering, they know what is best for you more than you do… Right??? Maybe not…

Fifth thing wrong: this is simple pure Socialism, you didn’t vote that in…

Now the people doing this to you, are getting paid a lot of money by you to do all this to you. The CEO of Surrey Heath gets paid more than the Prime Minister, as do most of the Council CEOs in the country. And how does that happen? Well, because you let them.  The fix? Petitions to fix each part and demands to get it done by those people you elected to represent you. Otherwise, get used to it, and remember what George Orwell said: some pigs are more equal than others…

The Winner of the Biggest Shag of the Residents Award This Month: Viv Chapman

So, a couple of years ago, Councillors Vivienne Chapman and Leader Moria Gibson decided to fix one of the 6 Statutory Services that Surrey Heath has to provide. A service that wasn’t broken, so they “fixed it”. They just decided that we the residents needed to be served by a bunch of incompetent morons who can’t get anything right collecting the trash. You have to ask yourself, how hard could it be? And who is going to pay for this shagging? Yes, you guessed it, you and me…

Do they ever miss any pickups in the St. Paul’s Ward for her and Dan Adams? Of course not… So, if your trash isn’t collected, bring it to Viv’s house and have her sort it out for you, her address is on the web site…

YOU JUST NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU GET TO SAY YOUR LAST GOODBYE…

YOU JUST NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU GET TO SAY YOUR LAST GOODBYE…

You just never know what is going to happen… I’ll start at the end of the story and then move through the events…

Last night I had a large esophageal food bolus obstruction, which is a medical emergency caused by the obstruction of the esophagus by an ingested foreign body. It is usually associated with diseases that narrow the lumen of the esophagus. Normally it is excised in an endoscopic operation (30 mins), and just pushed down into the digestive system to be processed out.  So, 2.5 hours later, the consultant surgeon had removed a huge obstruction/tumour, all of it piece by piece. And of course the 30 minutes allowance of anaesthesia had to be changed mid-operation and  I had to be sent “deeply under”…

It’ll be a couple days to recover from the surgery, especially the “deeply under” part, but what a blessing they found it and dealt with it right there…

So, back up for a few hours…  On the non-stop Chicago to London flight yesterday, I developed terrible Angina chest pains and could not swallow… No matter what I tried, could not shift it. Started running my Cardiogram app, and my pulse was penduluming between 50 and 95 beats/min. The crew saw I was in distress, and slapped a blood pressure monitor on me, it was very high and all over the shop like my pulse… Both they and me thought there was most probably a heart attack, the Angina pain was extreme take-your-breath-away pain. They called ahead and got the doctors at one of the East Sussex hospitals on the line, and they walked them through what to do. There were no doctors on the plane, and they had their defibrillator down and unpacked for use… However, we were still in the middle of the Atlantic with the closest airport in the Azores a long way away, and even I know that you probably can’t keep someone alive with CPR for 2 hours…

You can’t imagine the personal horror of having (or thinking you are having…) a full on heart attack  In the middle of the Atlantic, 4 hours from London… Talk about helpless. I’d talked with Janet just before getting on the flight and she was excited about going out with new friends that night, the flight was on time and I would get there fresh for my meetings, or not… I am always optimistic and looking forward to tomorrow, except this was one of the first situations in a few decades where I could see there was a very good chance there would be no more tomorrows…

I wouldn’t get to tell Janet how much I loved her ever again, I would never get to see Sydney or tell her how much I loved her either, I would never get to see any of my Life.Church team or tell them how much I appreciate and love each of them, or my close friend Art who is in real trouble and I can’t help right now, or Mike and all his battles, or Greg & Pam and Mark & Aubin who I was so looking forward to seeing in America, or all the friends at Hillsong and In the UK. None of them, never, this was it… I deeply sobbed for all the family and people and friends who I have deeply loved and cared for and could only hope they all understood that. And this went on amidst my shattering Angina pain for a couple of hours. People around could see that I was really suffering, did anyone reach out to help? Not one.  The woman sitting next to me even asked to be moved to a different seat. I was completely and totally alone.

In the middle of what was spiralling into a deep depression, I heard a voice saying, “hey, shut up, you aren’t alone, I’m here…” I looked around, “H” is that you? You see I call the Holy Spirit “H”, sometimes “Father H”, because we talk so much, but usually it is just “H”. he said, I already told you to ask in Philippians 4, and you will have peace. So, I said, look H, if my heart is shagged, there isn’t a lot I can do. I thought I was being a pretty good steward on my physical health, but if that was to be it, then that was to be it. I didn’t ask for healing, I didn’t think I needed it, I needed peace, and I got it. Still in shocking pain, but in total peace. I know you are probably thinking, yeah some good that is going to do, you are going to be peacefully dead, but I didn’t care…

Norwegian Airlines got cleared through all the air traffic and went right into Gatwick where the Paramedics were waiting. They came right on the plane and while everyone was getting off, hooked me up to the latest and greatest portable EKG Machines. Then they announce that there is no heart problem, but some thing had gone very wrong food-wise.  they did it a couple more times to be sure, and that was that.

I then got sent home, and got on with things I had to do, still in great pain… Went straight over to see Nell, whom I am renting a room from whilst the house is being refurbished and sold, who is a GP and who got me connected to the hospital and seen right away.  We got in and they, with Nell’s help quickly figured out what this was, got my into the hospital, and operated through the night to get the thing taken out. It was so big that it had to be cut away one bit at a time, which took all that time…

So, sorry for my longest blog ever, wanted to give everyone the blow-by-blow. But I have a question for you? What if this happened to you? Have you told everyone that you love today, just how much you love them? Could you have peace knowing there is a +90% chance you are going to die right there? You need to go on to http://www.live.life,church and watch this new series: “At the movies”.  Or, call/email/test/message me, love to talk about how you too can find peace…

It’s Official, The Torys are Shagged…

So, here’s the results from the European Elections posted last night. Whilst we thought Farage and friends would do pretty well, not a total decimation of the Conservative Party…

Who would have imagined even a year ago that the Conservative Leafy suburbs of Surrey would totally turn their backs on decades of Conservative rule? And they didn’t just lose, they were thrashed. Farage and Co. got 3 times as many votes, and the Lib Dems got twice as many as them. And this is the district of Michael Gove? He who would be Prime Minister? Time for the door…

Vindication By The Truth…

So, the results are in and the truth is now told, here as well as everywhere cross the UK, the Conservatives have taken a thrashing, apparently bigger than at any time since World War II.

This was a well-earned thrashing, and here as in many places, not just the conservatives, but labour were also thrashed, but they only got a spanking compared to the conservatives who were obliterated by the Liberal Democrats and a handful of independents. In the end they maintained a 1 seat majority on the Council, which is actually worse than losing. Worse because a mayor needs to come out of that lot, and then there will be an even split.

The Conservatives have ruled unilaterally and harshly for over 25 years here. So much so, that whilst I am a capital “C” Conservative, I resigned from the party 2 years ago. Reasons?
1-in 2017, their calendars would not work or open to any date past 2007. They had no capacity to grasp the fact that life and technology had moved on, they were sure the internet and ecommerce would “never be anything”
2-many of the leadership were shockingly crooked, and had no regard for the voters. They were only there to enrich themselves and the voter expense
3-they tolerated, accepted, and endorsed shockingly incompetent behaviour from the CEO and the Chief Legal officer, the CEO is under investigation criminally as we speak for the “Leisure Leagues” debacle
4-they preferred borrowing and wasting shocking amounts of money (£160M) which will enslave the electorate to the tune of £2,000 for every man, woman, and child in Surrey Heath
5-they “eat their young”… The Tory party has brought contempt and disregard for human decency to a new low level, lower than I thought imaginable. If you do not toe the party line on all matters, even criminal, you are to be destroyed…

So, my stand, and walking away, has been vindicated…

Bizarrely, on that last point, it is probably the single biggest thing locally that contributed to the big wins on Thursday. The outgoing mayor, Dan Adams, is a council tax-cheat and was convicted of fraud who has done time in prison for it; and his sidekick, Paul Deach is just an uneducated thug from the wrong side of Manchester. They engaged in so much shocking behaviour that it caused a lot of the popluation to get up in arms about it. They are of course blaming it all on Brexit, but the only person to blame is the person they see in the mirror in the bathroom… So, bless you Paul and Dan…