It's the new Bogeyman, being mistreated in the care home which is costing you your life's savings. You worked all those years, just to be tortured to death by a poorly-paid, body-pierced, Polish lesbian working for a firm of healthcare cunts and
probably owned, from a safe distance, by a Tory MP and his wife.
Government doesn't give a fuck, they'd prefer you dead; the cops don't give a fuck, they don't give a fuck about anything, worthless, lazy bastards; the CPS doesn't give a fuck, they don't want to prosecute corporations, they want to work for them; your relations don't give a fuck, you bred vile, selfish, money-grubbing consumeristas, they want you dead while you've still got some money to leave them; how dare you have had a house, how dare you have had some savings, you are the fucking enemy within, you fucking old bastard, it's people like you that's been keeping bright young people down. You don't deserve a drink of water. What? Clean you up, you dirty old git? I'm a graduate, I don't do shit.
The Filth-O-Graph, today, reveals, as if it needed revealing, that a thousand people have been thirsted to death in so-called care homes. You have to laugh. Don't you?
I wonder how many of them, bleating, now, like sheep in the abbatoir, voted for Whisky Maggie's orgy of privatisation, maybe copped a few grand for themselves; how many of them voted for the Tony&Cherie Blair Retirement Fund wars?
Now they, themselves, their clamouring memories; their quivering frailties and multiple vulnerabilities; their bright shiny loves and their dark, dirty lusts; their withering stalks and their dusty blooms; their entire beings, the precious distillation of their three-score and ten years; all the matters and opinions and experiences to which they amount are no more than irritating figures on a corporate balance sheet; their lives' gold transmuted to base metal by the spiv alchemy of the pinstripe Market;
where have all the flowers gone?
Mrs ishmael's daughter stays now and again and one of the first things she does is refresh the dogblokes' water bowls, she just does it, in passing, automatically; she was never asked to do it, it was never her duty, it's just something she does.
Makes you weep with rage that employees paid to care for old people cannot or do not even manage to ensure them a glass of water; they and their employers should have all their property confiscated and be set to hard labour, they're good for fuck all else.