Back in the 1970s, if something was made from plastic, it was good quality and made from the same materials that space ships would be made from. That was exciting and we wanted lots of it! There were things made from expensive, high quality plastics that revolutionised the world. There was to be the single use plastics too, that changed the world in ways we couldn't have imagined. Imagine healthcare without single use plastic supplies and PPE. Imagine HIV/AIDS had we not had materials to make single use condoms so cheaply available. But there was also literal mountains of cheap, flimsy plastic toys, household goods and even parts for cars, airplanes and space craft, that rapidly found itself condemned to landfill.
The EPA (Environmental Protection Agency) have stated that basically 100% of all plastics ever created are still in existence.
The fact is that much plastic can be recycled, but that process itself is one that uses large amounts of energy, creates dangerous gases and therefore may not be any better than the landfill option.
There's more to landfill than meets the eye. Having grown up around the first landfill sites within residential areas of the UK, seeing the effects on the people and the various responses and proposals, this is how I came to accept the solution of "zero waste" and decided it to be the most immediate, urgent and positive thing we can all work towards, in order to try and save something for our children and grandchildren'.
How we lived 50 years ago.
Before we decided to cram the Earth with several layers of rubbish, fill the deserts and oceans with rubbish and even outer space, repurposing was actually a really big thing. Everything was just more expensive so nothing was wasted...not even packaging. Food, household goods, clothes..whatever... everything is so much more plentiful now. If something came in a plastic tub, that would NOT have been thrown away. I remember the wood effect Sainsbury's golden syrup tub that accompanied our family through several decades of bathtimes, washing parents, children's and the dogs hair. Many people will remember taking sandwiches to school in an ice cream tub like this one.
Pop bottles were made of glass and the top had a deposit of between 1/2p-5p, which kept the streets clear of used bottles and kept kids from pestering neighbours for odd jobs and parents for pocket money. Unless they were accidentally broken or used in some dastardly plot (H&S in the 70s, or rather the lack of it, is a whole other story for another day), they all went back to be reused. I somehow doubt kids today would be torn away from their iPhones to scavenge bottles and return them to the shop for sweets, comics and ciggies.
All of a sudden there was so much more rubbish. Throwaway culture had arrived. Disposable nappies. Throwing a nappy away after one use was unthinkable to us. Understandable though, with the demands on time of the dual income family, that the convenience of disposables would be popular. But when you consider 2.5 billion nappies go to landfill in the UK every year...eek!! In the far East, it's uncommon for children to wear nappies and I will confess to having used this technique with my own kids. In China it's common to see young children wearing clothes with a slit in the bottom area. Parents, or more frequently grandparents, hold them by the legs with their back against their own body and they do what they do, ideally into the drains. I would hold them either over a toilet or a drain, depending where we were and I see that this is a practice starting to catch on in the West now. With the economy as it is, no doubt that's a hefty saving on horrible plastic that gives your child a painful rash and is a huge part of the rubbish clogging up the Earth. It's surprising how smoothly toilet training goes using this technique too.
Our traveling rubbish.
The thing is, these plastics are estimated to take about 500-1,000 years before they begin to break down. Obviously that can only be an educated guess as nobody has been around long enough to find out. But it doesn't take a genius to figure out why we are rapidly running out of space to put this stuff. Not to mention the effects on the environment and those who have to live in it! I have an haunting and nightmarish image in my mind, that haunts me when I close my eyes at night. We will find ourselves digging graves for our loved ones and trying to grow food, but there's no soil. It's just heaps and heaps of plastic.
I do some voluntary litter picking and the amount of plastic bottles always amazes me. Litter begets litter. Where it's lying around on the floor, others will have no second thoughts about dropping more. But what litterbugs don't seem to be able to grasp is how rubbish doesn't stay where it's dropped. National Geographic scientists found plastic coming from Russia, the United States, Europe, South America, Japan and China on Henderson island. That's an uninhabited, isolated atoll, halfway between Chile and New Zealand. Then there's all the rubbish we actively ship overseas, because it's economically more viable to ship it around the planet, than dealing with it here. If you've not seen the rubbish barges shipping the discarded evidence of privelige away, here's one just for you.
It makes its way into waterways and flows downstream, finding it's way to the sea. Eventually it gets picked up by rotating ocean currents called "gyres". In this way it can be transported to literally anywhere in the world. About 8-10 million metric tons of plastic ends up in the ocean each year, making up 80% of all marine pollution. Researchers estimate that by 2050, plastic will likely outweigh all fish in the sea.
Many people choose to ignore the scale of the problem. Obviously it's a huge threat to the global ecosystem as a whole. 17% of the species affected by the presence of plastic in the ocean are on the International Union for Conservation of Nature's red list of threatened species. How long before the unavailability of these creatures affects the food web to a point where it directly threatens our existence? Breaking down into microplastics, it's already been detected in drinking water, salt, beer and the soil in which our food grows. They can cause a whole catalogue of disturbing health complaints and are known to be carcinogenic.
What doesn't break down into microplastics, floats around until it forms vast garbage patches. The biggest is the great Pacific garbage patch, between Hawaii and California. It has an estimated surface area of 1.6 million square kilometres. That's twice the size of Texas, or three times the size of France.
A number of charitable concerns are dedicated to cleaning up the ocean. It's a momentous task, for sure and will cost a pretty penny, even with non profits, charities and volunteers doing the bulk of the work. Instead of buying more weapons and missiles, how about saving the planet and our species with a bit of that budget?
Ghost Fishing is one example of such an operation. The fishing industry inevitably leads to a build up of lost and abandoned nets, pots and lines. It continues to trap marine life, which in turn act as bait for bigger predators. Then there's the damage caused to fragile and vulnerable reefs and no doubt you can imagine the scenario when a ton of floating rubbish meandering around the world from sea to sea, encounters all this. They manage an army of volunteer divers, train more divers, collect crucial data and collect the "ghost gear", doing their bit for your future.
This is all another reminder of just how out of control our pollution of the world has become. There truly is nowhere left to put more of this particular rubbish, that given its durability, we might as well regard as a material that never goes away.
The Zero waste movement.
This is why the zero waste movement has arisen.
People often ask what they should buy to help. This is the first and biggest mistake. The ideal is to reuse, repurpose and upcycle items we already own. Instead of throwing out items we don't need, want or use, we should pass them on to family, friends, neighbours and second hand/thrift shops. Online apps such as OLIO, FREECYCLE, SCRAP and REPURPOSE are a few of the growing number of ways to rescue food, household items, furniture, clothes and just about anything else.
Nobody is expected to change everything overnight, but if we all make a few simple, small changes, collectively, the benefits will be substantial.
The villain of the zero waste movement is single use plastics, such as plastic food packaging. We need to be demanding supermarkets and food manufacturers phase out the use of this and seek alternatives.
There will still be a certain amount of unavoidable such waste. Particularly medical waste, but such an amount can be recycled, whereas it's simply not financially viable to recycle the quantity we are currently producing. "Scoop shops" are a big part of a zero waster's life. Here you can take your own containers and buy food, cleaning products, liquids, pet food and all manner of increasingly varied goods without packaging.
There are companies that deliver specially designed products direct to the customers doorstep. For example, SMOL are one of a new generation of companies supplying household cleaning products, including compostable cloths, vegan, cruelty free, plastic free laundry pods in recycled/recyclable packaging, laundry softener in bottles that the customer returns for refilling and cleaning sprays which are just effervescent tablets, that are dropped into spray bottles of warm water for use.
Gradually governments are either introducing charges for plastic bags, or outlawing them entirely. This has been one of the most positive changes made at a national level.
Items like feminine hygiene products have evolved, rendering disposable paper products redundant. Many people are moving away from wasteful toilet paper and employing wipes (just small squares of material, coloured/patterned for each individual householder), that go into the washing machine after use. There's been a welcome return of the bidet to British bathrooms. Superior in terms of hygiene, gentle on our surroundings and jolly useful for so many purposes, you will thank yourself for giving it a try. Composting has become far easier with nifty receptacles suited to a smaller garden.
The goal is to achieve "zero waste", where we no longer send rubbish to landfill. It's just a matter of finding alternatives that suit your lifestyle and replacing those which caused you to generate rubbish previously. Little by little, it's absolutely achievable.
Without a doubt, the biggest factor is the altered mindset. Instead of that throwaway culture, when offered that mobile upgrade, we have to ask ourselves whether the one we already have isn't quite adequate for our needs. As we stop filling the Earth, air and water with rubbish, we will also slow the rate at which we ravage the meagre remaining resources. within our planet. If we are to survive as a species, this is an imperative. It's time we all took a step back and check our personal use of valuable resources. Now is the time to take advantage of the advances in technology, marketing and environmental awareness, so there will be a liveable place for future generations to live.
Science denial at the top.
We have been held back from making vital changes to our buying habits, because rather than accept responsibility and take action instead of just spouting hot air and platitudes, the people we elected to protect our interests adopted the terrifying practice of science denial. All during a global pandemic, during which one of the most contagious diseases known to man ran rampant, reaping souls in the most remote corners of society. Such behaviour from a body with so much authority is almost inconceivable.
It's clear we can't depend on those in the hallways of power, to safeguard the future. So it's down to each one of us. Like people have done in acts of revolution throughout history, the public... the people who have only the power of their role as a consumer... will have to work together. We have to show the idiots who care only for war, that we can move mountains when we refuse to let them divide us and instead United for the purposes of the greater good. Bear in mind how their illegal invasion of Iraq left 400 tons of depleted uranium for the Iraqis to deal with. So as if the vast number of civilian deaths due to signature strikes (based on pure profiling), personal strikes (actually targeting a mobile device which are frequently swapped or just positioned with the intention of misleading) and double taps (coming back to hit anyone coming to assist, such as first responders and even at the funeral service of the initial strike), a generation of children (frequently traumatized or orphaned) are born with no brain, horrific deformities and Cancers. Don't forget the many US veterans who have died because of inhaling toxic fumes from burn pits. This is how the American government shows how it deals with protecting the environment.
Early landfill experiences.
Back to those early days of landfill when I was young and hadn't yet come to realise just what we were living with. My friends family has bought a new build home, located on top of a landfill site that had not long ago been filled. The houses went up seemingly overnight and sold quickly. It was in quite a nice little town in Central England. I remember thinking how lucky they were to have this new house.
The thing is, the site wasn't flat. It was on a steady, but not overly steep hill, overlooked by an aquaduct on one side, the town centre (three streets of mixed shops) on another and a station on another. You can probably have a good guess at what was going to happen. Within about 9-12 months, the houses were on the move, sliding slowly down towards the bottom of the hill. They would have eventually, tumbled into a mess of bricks, fitted kitchens, bathrooms and broken dreams down there, but the construction company had the foresight to compensate their customers and demolish the houses. It's a pity they didn't have the foresight to figure out what happens as rubbish continues decomposing, especially on an incline.
Meanwhile, my grandparents lived opposite a much bigger site, having a diameter of over a mile. It was surrounded by high fences so you couldn't see the activity in there, but as it turned out, you didn't need to. They had sectioned off the area and were filling one part before moving on to the next. You could see the stream of rubbish trucks going in and out day and night. With the exception of a couple of bottle banks at the local tip, there was no recycling as of yet. The many giant bulldozers could be heard endlessly shoving the mountains of festering waste from here to there and back again. Occasionally something exciting would be discovered, even a stray corpse from time to time. But the main way to gauge the progress of the site was from the constant swarms of huge flies and bluebottles. You might imagine the smell could become a problem for local residents, but there's no way anyone could have a window or door open at any time, for long enough to get a whiff. Not unless they wanted to share a house with clouds of buzzing diseases with wings and ultimately their larval offspring.
As so often is the case when you're young, it's hard to judge how long they lived like this. But I know it was several lengthy, hot, stifling summers. This must be when one of lifes enduring mysteries came to me. These insects have huge eyes that can see panoramically. For a creature that can see so much, they sure do fly into some apparent obstacles, notably the windows (hard enough to cause them to drop onto the window ledge/floor as if dead) and my open mouth. Although despite persistently guiding them to safety, the brainless things cannot find an open window when they're stuck in the house. My other grandparents who lived about a mile away were spared this particular delight. However, it's a busy road that serves the city centre, so lots of lives were affected.
As each area was completed, tall, slender chimneys would appear, towering high above the fence, with a flame protruding from the tip, like a row of sentinel lit matches. This is to vent the gases produced during the deposition process, high into the sky (even then it was clear this was not something people should be inhaling.
But there's no way all the gas from these immense stacks of rubbish could be directed into these structures. A good amount of gas and liquid (stuff you can guarantee is anything but healthy) escapes into the surrounding earth and subsequently the local water table. We discovered the extent of this seepage when garages, garden sheds, outhouses and other outbuildings that weren't frequently ventilated started exploding. A mile away, my other grandmother was somewhat shaken when the house behind hers exploded, sending the roof shooting into the sky. Residents weren't compensated in any way for the plague of buzzing, winged dirtbags. I don't know if there was reparation for the victims of the exploding buildings. My grandparents would probably have been regarded as "adequately warned" which would have deterred any thought of liability back then. Compensation culture hadn't yet taken hold and the attitude was very much that "accidents" were exactly that..accidental. Children who had accidents (the token broken arm incurred when falling from a scaled tree, firework mishaps, being hot by a car while playing football or riding bikes in the road), were a result of carelessness or a child not listening to grown ups. We were always encouraged to take full responsibility for our actions and any unfortunate consequences. This is something I would definitely regard as a positive I'm terms of social and community alliances.
Well, eventually the areas of bulldozer activity could be heard making its way towards the near end of the site. Behind the fences, ranks of chimneys stood to attention, venting the deadly gases. But gradually it was landscaped (of a fashion) and a large supermarket occupies one corner. People come from mike's around to this, one of Britain's first true superstores. The fences still stand.
According to a news article from 2014, the site was an unusually deep one and the nature of the terrain means it will take many years for the volatile gases to dissipate. It had been pinpointed as an ideal site to house a solar farm, but the article (now 8 years old), said building there would be banned for at least another 20 years. It had originally been cleared for the purposes of landfill in 1972. I noticed it's frequently still described as a "landfill site" in local descriptions, which gives the idea that the activity might still be continuing somewhere on the huge no-go zone. It's ironically described as a "nature reserve" despite the fact that it requires a constant security presence to keep members of the public out and fire breaks have to be made.
This gives Some idea of just how toxic these places are once filled with our rubbish. It's something to keep in mind when looking at that smartphone upgrade you don't really need.
There's a phenomenon called the "Illusory truth effect". It's the tendency to believe false information to be correct following repeated exposure to it.
Most notably used in election campaigns, advertising, news media and political propoganda, we can see this in other areas of life.
When a controlling person repeatedly attacks the self esteem of someone they have a relationship with, they will soon start to believe that falsehood. Children especially but adults too, when repeatedly told they are stupid or unattractive will take on those ideas as their own.
We have all witnessed the effect of mass medical misinformation and how that takes hold and spreads like wildfire, despite it being clearly disproven.
But there's a positive use for this concept, if we know how. Its powers can be harnessed and used to a positive effect. Now I bet that's got you wondering.
On a number of occasions, I have, for the purposes of my health among other reasons, convinced myself to believe something that I know to be untrue, by repeatedly telling myself and those around me that I believe the lie.
For example, I wanted to quit eating chocolate (I was eating far more than is healthy in anyone's world). So I told myself every time I saw it, was offered it, saw it in a book, magazine or anywhere, that "I don't like chocolate". I told anyone who would listen "I don't like chocolate". Pretty soon, I was really believing my own lie!!
The problem arises when you actually try it again and realise you were as wrong as is possible. Which suggests it's more of a delusion than a "lie". But it's worked for a number of things.
There's the possibility this could be some psychotic or narcissistic personality trait, or possibly just the sign of a compulsive liar. But I promise, I am using this power only for good.
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I spotted a discussion about feta cheese, which reminded me, I promised to write a book about this seemingly little known phenomenon.
Years ago, before upcycling and repurposing, I lived in this remote little Greek village. There wasn't much to call entertainment, but one thing that always provided amazement and surprise was the many versatile uses for an old feta cheese tin.
It comes in these big square tins and I can't remember ever seeing one thrown away.. they seem to go on forever.
I've seen street cleaning done with a broom and a feta tin on a stick, builders fill a tin with plaster and get his grandma to carry it up ladders to be applied, farmers with them strapped to the back of a motorbike to collect stray goats, used to make a grate for a fireplace, beach parasols have their pole planted in a tin of concrete to stop them blowing away, as bins next to the toilet that can't manage a poop let alone anything else so you chuck everything in there, for restaurants to collect waste for the pigs, involved in a multitude of children's games along with a stick/boiled egg/rock/what looks like someone's homework, as some kind of cockroach trap/competition to see if you can guess how many are in it, for the totally soul destroying job of picking olives/ emptying ashtrays in the bars/ collecting water from the tap in the square (because it's only on in homes for a few hours a day)/ dispensing church bread (we label it "choke you to death bread"....you get the idea.
The subterranean world is a whole other secret place that few people are privy to. You never quite know what could be unearthed. People walk around everyday for years, never realising the hidden secrets in a place where time has stood still.. frozen in time. With no accrued dust or materials degrading (the result of water ingress/exposure to sunlight), it frequently appears as though the occupants of these uncanny scenes have momentarily stepped out of the room, then failed to return.
I reckon it's a great option for those of us looking for some peace and privacy.
Takes a little getting used to because sounds travel in a certain way. Once you get used to it, nobody can creep up on you and if someone didn't want to be found, it would be just the place. Anyone trying to find them but not used to it, would be totally lost because it's hard to know exactly where a sound is coming from or how near it is. Also, it's easy to lose a sense of direction.
Best to take a map and a compass if you go exploring. Many places are closed off, but there's usually an outlet somewhere and you can get in that way.
An excellent book.
Some years ago, I lived in Bilston (near Wolverhampton) where there was a particular pub, that is widely reported as being h h H Haunted!👻 Woo!! Once upon a time, it had marked the halfway point, along that lengthy and treacherous journey heading southwards, transporting detainees betwixt the Northerly Scottish borders and Ye Olde London Town, where England's highest court of law, The Old Bailey was (and still is) situated. These individuals would have been facing severe punishment, potentially the dreaded hangman's noose.
The Old White Rose Tavern
Prisoners being transported to the city would be locked in the cellar/ dungeon beneath this tavern/inn/hostelry overnight, alongside the horses. Meanwhile upstairs, those tasked with delivering them to the capital enjoying some famous Black Country hospitality.
Popular belief acknowledges that the place is haunted. The Mysterious Britain website (23/12/18) relates this story:
The Olde White Rose is a 16th century building with extensive cellars. It was in the cellar system early one morning that landlord John Denston clearly witnessed an apparition. At the end of a long disused cellar was a drop which was convenient for lifting empty barrels up to ground level.
Early one morning in 1998 John clearly saw a figure exit the drop and stand at the end of the cellar. He was wearing old fashioned and quite scruffy clothes. After standing stock still for a few moments staring at his upturned palms the swarthy and unkempt looking man disappeared into a side tunnel. By this time John realised it was an apparition he had seen as the side tunnel actually went nowhere. It was securely bricked up at the end.
Idid my share of haunting that bar and their excellent veggie carvery.
There's tons of subway that's either disused or never got used. Old sewers and a mass of not-so-secret secret subterranean weapons bases. Tons of bomb shelters from various times and various shapes and sizes are all still there. When Catholicism was rejected but Catholics had their own ideas about it, wealthier people would have a priest come to perform mass at their home. "priest holes" are all over those old houses...places to shove your forbidden clergy, but some actually have escape tunnels too.
There's loads I haven't had a chance to look at. There must be other people into exploring this hidden world with knowledge of ways in. We don't get earth quakes so they're pretty safe.
If we could establish an alternative underground community, maybe we could evolve into "mole people".
I don't fancy those sewers still in use though. It's not the potential of rats, ninja turtles, alligators or even monster poos. It's the dreaded fatburg!!!!
***Update***She's gone!!! Will things be better? Only time will tell. But it's a tough act to follow, as you may already know...or not ~ it's not the first time so be mindful should she return to Britain's political leadership.
"PrettyNastyPatel". That's what her friend's call the astonishingly racist and hateful former secretary for state. The ever increasing catalogue of stories about her heartless, inhumane and evil policies and the tragedies resulting from them, reflects how successfully she modelled her image around her Thatcherite aspirations.
Indeed, when she finally resigned, after being rumbled having secret meetings with various government and military interests in Israel, lying to the prime minister about it, maintaining these were "personal friends" and using her position to propose granting aid to Israeli military field hospitals, echoes of Thatcher's downfall abounded as a chorus of "Ding Dong, the witch is dead" rung out.
The bizarre irony is that she would never have even been "British" had her own evil policies existed when her parents arrived in the country with her in tow, fleeing the insane bloodthirstiness of Idi Amin.
Britain's earliest refugees,
Ugandan Indo asians were admitted to the U.K. in the 1960s as most held British passports (being the children of workers who Britain brought to Uganda when it was under British rule).
Hey Priti!...put your money where your mouth is. There's still time for you to deport your mom and dad. Maybe she could put them on one of her planned deportation flights to Rwanda.
Mirroring her idol; She's supposedly female... when it suits her. Comparing her "Women for Britain" campaign for anti EU women to that of Emaline Pankhurst and the Suffragettes, she was cut down by Pankhurst's great granddaughter Helen Pankhurst.
Similarly she will defend her racist policies such as holding asylum seekers offshore, suggesting Ascension Island as a viable option (despite it's location, more than 4,000 miles from our shores) which shadow cabinet members condemned as "inhumane, impractical and wildly expensive", using her ethnicity as a shield is not beyond her self-vindication tactics . Where were her Hindu principles when she opposed European restrictions on tobacco (in the pocket of British and American Tobacco), or defending drug dealing (alcohol causes more harm and crime than any of her "illegal" drugs) polishing her talents in the art of "spin" cooking up PR for multinational Alcohol giant DIAGEO.
If you're thinking it sounds as if she plays both sides, those who know her are with you on that matter. She's been pronounced guilty multiple times, of harassing, bullying and belittling staff in the workplace.
Officials who witnessed her behaviour in the department for International development confirmed that staff had "really suffered", that "she had a reputation for being a bully" and that many had been "traumatised". However, they point out it's not her intention, but simply her personality...who she is. Well, that must be a great comfort to her victims.
Red flag!!! You may have heard this before. Such behaviour as a character trait is indicative of a psychopathic personality disorder. As is the fact that those same people explain her being "the most charming person. People can be drawn to her" is a further confirmation of this fact.
Another characteristic of the psychopath is their tendency to be drawn to participate in criminal activities. The discovery of her breaking the ministerial code of conduct should have marked the end of her career in politics. Fortunately (for Pritti) crazy (poor man's Donald Trump) Boris Johnson, appointed her into her current role, where she can truly relish in the misery she causes to the most desperate and vulnerable Britain has to offer. How perfectly this exemplifies her heartlessness. But for Boris and his obscure hair-brained ideas, maybe we would have been rid of her already.
She'd already entered the employ of an American telecommunications company as an advisor, taking home a whopping £5,000 a month for only 5 measly hours of work. Perhaps she would be more comfortable in the US, where the most damning of the numerous revelations concerning her psychopathy- her delightful utter lack of any regard for the value of human life as illustrated in her support for capital punishment - would fit the bill to a tee. Funnily enough, her initial loss against the labour opposition for her locally assigned seat, was conveniently changed to one in which the borders could be carefully manouvred, assuring her ongoing success (this is called "gerrymandering", kids).
Her "nationality and borders bill" was condemned by Amnesty International. But however much she's cited; This is Britain and as such, it's the British people that get to enjoy the fallout from her self-hatred. "The UK government has ripped up the refugee convention - a longstanding international agreement", Steve Valdez-Symonds, Amnesty International UK’s Refugee and Migrant Rights Director said.
Do we really want to follow America's example of trampling over International conventions as they did when they illegally invaded Iraq? Ask yourself this.. "Which country presents the greatest and most immediate threat to world peace?" "America" is the answer given by an overwhelming majority. This includes 70% of the American population who rightly, don't want to send their young people to virtually certain death or if they're lucky, permanent disability and lifelong psychological trauma. All for nothing but, adding yet one more enemy nation to the growing list of those with a legitimate grievance against the failing empire. The only people who don't want peace are in Washington and those who support them. War profiteers do love wars when they remain safe in their ivory towers.
Having amounted a body count numbering 30million since the end of WW2, there's plenty of people out there harbouring a grudge. How long before they all join forces and decide it's their turn to start fires? You can't go round punching everybody in the face without expecting someone to eventually turn around and knock you onto your arse.
Scientists have revealed how power effects the brain in the same way that cocaine does, releasing the pleasure giving neuroreceptor, dopamine that floods the brain. Like a drug addict, those same actions that fuel the drive for omnipotence, become beyond their control, increasing in frequency and severity. One study explains how, "Ethical standards of entire organisations can be badly damaged if a corporate psychopath is in charge."
Calls for Patel's dismissal from her position are abundant. UK employment legislation cites as grounds for fair dismissal "Bad behaviour, poor discipline, theft, or dishonesty." Taking £11million of taxpayer money and pouring it into shopping malls, 5 star hotels and restaurants in Pakistan surely meets these criteria. All money intended for humanitarian aid, that she used to line the pockets of selected rich businessmen. Unfortunately, such malfeasance has become part and parcel of being a member of the British Conservative party. Given the Wikileaks exposure of countless American atrocities, poor Julian Assange didn't really ever stand a chance. The truth is becoming increasingly distorted and thin on the ground . None more than in such case where their version of truth flavours how the world perceives us personally, even if it is the product of sick and disturbed thinking.
But....how long before her extreme directives disqualify Priti for leave to reside??
A good solicitor with a silver tongue, a taste for a challenge and a sense of moral gravity might just be capable of saving us from the curse of Priti.