Lladd Amser

Mae'r Super Duper Carchar newydd wedi agor yn Wrecsam, H.M.P Berwyn. Her Majesty's Prison. Mae gen i syniad, rhowch her bloody Majesty mewn i garchar Wrecsam a rhowch y carcharwyr i mewn i Buckingham Palace oherwydd roedd trigolion y Rhos yn Gynulleidfa 'Pawb a'i Farn' wythnos diwethaf yn credu bydd y carchar newydd yma fel gwesty ac mi fydd o yn fwrn ar drethdalwyr yr ardal. Heddiw rydym yn clywed ar y cyfryngau cwestiynau megis 'Pa fydd economaidd fydd y carchar yn dod i'r ardal? faint o swyddi i bobol leol fydd y carchar yn cyflawni? Does 'na ddim son am y carcharorion. Fel hen lag fy hunan sydd wedi gwario pedwar mis mewn carchar ar y cyfandir oherwydd collais fy meddwl a mynd yn wallgof, allai ddeud wrth rheina sydd yn ofni bydd y dynion yma yn cael bywyd moethus, aur y byd a pherlau man, does gyda chi ddim syniad o'r teimlad pan mae drws y gell yna'n cae arnoch am y noson.  Adferiad/Rehabilitation yd'r buzzword dwi'n clywed yn dod fel mission statement y lle yma. Allai weud yn blwmp ac yn blaen i chi'r trethdalwyr bach, cyfyng Gymraeg fod Carchar ddim yn gweithio. Ble mae'r 'rehabilitation' yn rhoi dynion ar 23hr lockdown oherwydd diffyg staff? Ble mae'r 'rehabilitation' pan mae'r awdurdodau yn caniatáu 'gyfraith y jwngl' pan bod bwlio ag ymosodiadau yn rhemp. Os rydych am dretio dynion fel anifeiliaid mewn cage a chell, peidiwch â synnu pan fod y dynion yma yn ymddwyn fel anifeiliaid. 'Hothousing' dwi'n galw'r system carcharu Victorianaidd sydd gyda ni. Mae awyrgylch carchar fel yr hen pressure cookers ers llawer dydd. Yn slo bach yn ddyddiol mae'r tensiwn yn codi ac wedyn mae yna dwrw a stŵr. Yn Ne ddwyrain Lloegr mae Liz Truss yn teimlo fod taflu £5,000 arall at swyddogion carchar yn mynd i ateb y galw. Iawn i mi feirniadu ond beth faswn ni yn wneud i wella sefyllfa carchar? Well yn gyntaf faswn ni yn stopio anfon pobol i'r carchar oherwydd os ydych wedi creu lle i 2000 o ddynion fydd rhaid llenwi'r celloedd yma. Gwagu nhw rydym eisiau gwneud dim ei llenwi nhw.Peidiwch â rhoi mewn i garchar bobol sydd wedi dwyn pethau. Peidiwch â rhoi mewn i garchar rheina sydd yn dioddef afiechyd meddwl. Peidiwch â rhoi mewn i garchar rheina sydd yn gaeth i gyffuriau. Dim ond i rheina sydd wedi lladd a dwyn bywyd rhywun arall dylai carchar fod. Rheina sydd wir yn beryg i bobol eraill. Dim rheina sydd yn fygythiad i gyfalafiaeth fel twyllwyr a scams yswiriant.Yn ôl y son mae carchardai'r Iseldiroedd ble roeddwn ni yn wystl yn gwagu. Ydy hwn oherwydd bod y gymdeithas yn fwy gwaraidd na chymdeithas y Deyrnas Unedig? Mae 'na fwrlwm gan rhai yn dweud bydd rhai carcharorion yn siarad Cymraeg. Cadw'r Cymry Cymraeg allan o'r carchar rydym ni eisiau gwneud. Dydy o ddim yn fathodyn o anrhydedd. Yr unig Gymry dyle fod ym Merwyn ydy'r rhai sydd yn brwydro ac yn ymladd dros yr Iaith ag annibyniaeth i Gymru. Fasa Berwyn yn gallu bod fel oedd Frongoch i Weriniaethwyr Gwyddelig megis Michael Collins ag Eammon De Valera ond ble mae arweinwyr y Cymry sydd yn debyg i rain? Mae H.M.P Berwyn yn debyg i Castelli Edward I. Maen nhw wedi rhoi fo yng Nghymru i atgoffa ni'r werin datws na nhw sydd yn rhedeg y sioe sef 'Her Majesty'. Faswn ni ddim yn synnu ar ôl llenwi'r carchar yma fod nhw yn ei breifateiddio fo i drosglwyddo'r cyfrifoldeb i gyfalafiaeth ag i broffid. Os hwnna fydd ei thynged pa fath o wers 'rehabilitation' ydy hwn i westeion y gwesty yma tybed?   

 

God spoke English you know!

God spoke English you know

for how else would he speak to his flock?

God spoke English you know

but scientists still can't work out 

whether he was Geordie or  

Cockney Sparrow

God spoke English you know

cos a sign from heaven told me so.

It was a sign written all in Welsh.

I thought he's talking in tongues 

and he wants me to work out 

what we must do as humans

God spoke English you know

for how else could he go with the flow

and pretend that he was a bit of a bro

although his brother Allah 

did not speak English you know

Allah had turned his back on all that monoglot crap

so you can imagine at the family re-union

things were not as smooth as they should have been

Humanists & Atheists were all at the windows

pointing their fingers and other such gestures

God and Allah were both in fine dress

and a little voice piped up

"have a game of chess,

that'll decide it once and for all"

so under a glittering disco ball

God and Allah went at it 

There was no sound, no language

It was a brutal affair and at one point

God called for a bandage  

All the followers dressed as sheep

were pawns in this game

and God and Allah

refused to take the blame.

Sweat poured as rain from each others brow

but neither one would take a bow

Checkmate

Stalemate

And they all carried on as before!

Hwyl Fawr Mrs & Mr Chips

"Cadwa dy blydi Chips"

William Jones gan T.Rowland Hughes

Mae'r awydd ag awen i sgrifennu yn Gymraeg yn dod yn fwy rheolaidd erbyn hyn dwi'n falch o ddeud. Mae'r sefyllfa wleidyddol bresennol yn gresynu dyn. Mae'n edrych fel ein bod yn mynd nôl i'r oes Victorianaidd yn y Deyrnas Unedig bondigrybwyll. Mae Theresa May gyda'i golwg ar hard brexit, yn eistedd ar stepiau'r Tŷ’r Arglwyddi i wneud yn siŵr fod yr Arglwyddi yn bihafio ac yn pleidleisio ar ôl ei dymuniadau hi. Yn wir y mwy dwi'n gweld o'r ddynes y mwy mae hi'n atgoffa fi o Brifathrawes Ysgol, Ysgol Gramadeg efallai. Yn lle Malory Towers, UK Towers. Mae 'na nodweddion caredig am ei phersonoliaeth ond teswch chi yn gwisgo'r kit anghywir i 'games' mi fydd hi yn cadw chi yn 'detention' ar ôl ysgol. OK mae'r awydd ag awen i sgrifennu yn Wenglish chwerthinllyd yn dod yn fwy rheolaidd. Yma yng Nghymru mae gynnon ni 'CJ' fel Prif Weinidog ac i ddefnyddio'r trosiad yn tebygu'r sefyllfa i'r system addysg, 'CJ' yw'r athro anobeithiol yna sydd jest yn aros allan ei amser cyn cael ymddeol. Ei bwnc? Efallai daearyddiaeth oherwydd bod o'n hoff iawn o Norwy a Trefforest. Yr athro cas, mileinig ydy Neil Hamilton, yr athro fuasai’n cymryd delight yn rhoi'r 'Welsh Not' o gwmpas gyddfau plant. Be ddiawl sydd wedi digwydd i ein system ddemocrataidd sydd yn caniatáu i 7 o aelod UKIP tynnu £60,000 yr un o arian drethdalwyr ble roedd 'na ddim un o blaen. Dim dim ond yng nghefn gwlad mae'r mewn llifiad yn digwydd ac mae'r Brifddinas a bleidleisiodd yn erbyn y Senedd nawr yn paratoi'r 'big guns' Brydeinig yng nghanol y ddinas i wneud yn siŵr fydd Caerdydd fel Caernarfon yn nyddiau Edward I. Mi fydd Undeb Rygbi Cymru yn gwneud yn siwr fydd y disgyblion yn gwisgo'r iwnifform gywir gyda plyfiaid y Prince ar Principality dros ei chalonnau. Rydym ni yn slo bach wedi cael ein boddi ac ein gorchfygu gan y diwylliant Eingl Americanaidd a ddechreuodd gyda'r Gwrthryfel Diwydiannol. Yn anffodus dwi ddim yn bersonol yn gweld unrhyw ffordd yn nol i De Cymru i fod yn rhan o Gymru Rydd neu Free Wales. Wrth Gwrs fydd bobol yn siarad Cymraeg yng Nghaerdydd ond rhywbeth artificial fydd o, rhywbeth clinigol fydd y BBC wedi rhoi trwy'r sensor i wneud yn siwr fod o ddim yn ypsetio rheina sydd ddim yn hoffi Cenedlaetholdeb Cymraeg. Tan i ni gael gwared a Mr & Mrs Chips, sef ein Prifathrawon, dwi ddim yn gweld y sefyllfa yn newid anytime soon, innit!    


Principality from David Williams on Vimeo.

Civil Unrest

You will take this post with the pinch of salt that you take all my other posts but here I am going to be proposing civil unrest. Civil unrest in the UK against the Right Wing and Fascism. We have been sleepwalking into Trump and Brexit and the longer and harder we enter their corridors and domains the harder it will be to extricate ourselves so the Shark Fisherman of Wales is advocating a rumble, a bit of mindless hooliganism or rather 'mindful opposition' The Tory toffs and the upper echelons of class ridden Britain have had centuries to work on how to keep the plebs down since the days of the Barons, almost as long as Islamic State has had to work out how to bring the hedonistic, Christian West to its knees so it can chop our heads off. The French Revolution and the Bolshevik Revolution got rid of injustice and I'm afraid giving us a choice every four years to elect left wing, right wing, liberal, green or nationalist numpties is not going to cut the mustard old chap. Obviously we don't want to upset the wheels of Capitalism because where the hell would we be without the Free Market Economy. Non-Cooperation might be a start. Refuse to pay your Council Tax and your Income Tax and we'll soon see things grind to a halt. Don't pay your TV licence, don't pay anything because it is only going towards the rewiring of Buckingham Palace which would make a bloody good Homeless Centre by the way. You know that we have started to enter a period of free fall. We are not far from chaos. It is inevitable.  

         

Gwobrau amgen Dewi Sant

Bu rhaid i'r Pysgotwr Siarcod cyfadde’ fod e braidd yn siomedig ei fod ddim wedi ei rhestru fel un a chyfle i ennill Gwobr Dewi Sant. Gwobrau Dewi Sant yw gwobrau cenedlaethol Cymru. Maent yn cydnabod gorchestion a chyfraniadau gwych pobl o bob cefndir. Dywedodd y Prif Weinidog 'CJ' "Nod Gwobrau Dewi Sant, sydd bellach yn eu pedwaredd flwyddyn, yw dathlu pobl sydd wedi mynd yr ail filltir i wneud gwahaniaeth i fywyd rhywun arall, sydd wedi goresgyn anawsterau neu wedi cyflawni rhywbeth ysbrydoledig". Well, faswn ni yn meddwl fod rhedeg a golygu'r rhacsyn blog yma am y pum mlynedd diwethaf neu fy 'Wenglish chwerthinllyd' yn cael ei ystyried ond na fe. Mewn ysbryd chwerwder a wenwynig dyma fi yn rhestru fy rhestr Gwobrau amgen Dewi Sant.

Yn gyntaf bu rhaid cynnwys yr ysgrifennydd gwladol y blaid Dorïaidd Alun 'Greasy Wop' Cairns. Y dyn sydd yn ysgrifennydd gwladol oherwydd ei fod yn siarad Cymraeg a'i fod yn Dori. Dyma'r dyn a aeth yn fyw ar BBC Question Time a honnodd fod aelodau o Blaid Cymru yn gwybod ble roedd y cyrff wedi ei chladdu, nudge nudge, wink wink. 

Yn ail ac un sydd yn ffefryn i gael gwobr trwyn coch a revolving bow tie Dewi Sant ydy'r blaggard 'Neil Hamilton'. Dyn sydd yn rhedeg ar batteries ac sydd yn cael ei weithio'n 'remote control' gan ei wraig Christine Hamilton o'i phalas yn Wiltshire. Hi sydd yn arwain o dros y bont yn ei Range Rover ac i lawr i Langennech i fod yn rhan picket lein y 'Welsh Not'.    

Yn drydydd yr Arglwydd annibynnol dros Fetws y Coed a Swallow Falls, yr ysgolhaig a diddanwr Merched y Wawr, Dafydd El. Dafydd diddums a gafodd ei anghofio gan weddill y blaid genedlaethol a oedd yn rhy brysur yn brwydro dros annibyniaeth i Gymru i gofio fod rhaid iddynt ei thrin o fel Arglwydd.

Yn bedwerydd yr anghynnes Alun Davies, y Llafurwr o Dredegar sydd wedi cael y top job gan CJ i wneud yn siŵr fod 'na miliwn o bobol yn gallu siarad y Gymraeg erbyn 2050. Well neb gwell i fwlio a bygwth pobol i ddysgu iaith. Pwy a ŵyr gyda’i sgiliau llithrig efallai fydd hyd yn oed o yn perswadio Jeremy Corbyn i siarad Cymraeg. Gair o gyngor i 'CJ' gan y Pysgotwr Siarcod gyda hwn fuasa 'Beware the Ides of March' gwboi.

Y pumed ac yr olaf ar fy rhestr wobrau amgen Dewi Sant fasa'r caws mawr ei hun 'CJ' boss ar yr hen Reggie Perrin. "I didn't get where I am today....... Mae Carwyn wedi bod yn Brif Weinidog arnom ni, y taeog Cymry ers.....Yawn! Mi fydd o yn seremoni rhyfedd achos mi fydd rhaid iddo dal fyny drych i gael rhoi bathodyn bach Dewi Sant ar ei lapel neu well fyth fydd rhaid i Alun 'anghynnes' Davies dal fyny'r drych iddo ef! "Mi rydych yn edrych yn swper CJ"

Os oes gyda chi enwebiadau am wobrau amgen Dewi Sant rhowch nhw lawr yn y blwch 'sylwadau' os gwelwch yn dda!   

Beggars & Buskers

I don't get out much and for me to make a cross country journey on my own without carers or assistance was quite an achievement ( I jest) I was heartily sick of Wales and therefore had decided that I was going to leave for a long weekend because I knew that the men with the Prince of Wales feathers were going to be beaten by the men with the Red Roses. It was close by all account but I didn't want to be in a Country or Capital City that laid its hat on this one result so I went to become a red dragon over the white cliffs of Dover. Wrexham FC, my childhood team were playing, and I hadn't seen them live for a good few seasons. For me to get there, I had to go through that there London. By a strange quirk of fate I had made a decision before leaving that I would use any small change that I had and I would use it to give to buskers and beggars. As it turned out I only saw one beggar who was actively asking and I was ready to give. I have a flat tray at home, which was made specifically for the purpose of holding small change by a Design Technology teacher that I worked with when I was a Teacher in South East London. Once I have amassed an amount I go looking for a charity box to put it in. This is not a manifesto for giving because I'm sure everyone does their bit but I was aware that I had become a bit of a miser and a bit of a skinflint. If someone was going to entertain me on the underground or out and about I was going to remunerate them. Dover was a disappointment. It's a rough old town and not what you would expect of a South Coast resort. It's actually a Port but I was expecting a Dame Vera Lynn lookalike to be serenading us as we got off the train. It reminded me of Rhyl or Barry! You see, you take Wales with you everywhere you go. There were many different languages on the streets and the economic migrants mixed uneasily with the white working class and the charity shops. I knew that Hastings was rough but Dover as well? It doesn't seem right that London with all its wealth is but an hour away. High Speed trains take you from the opulence of St Pancras International to the classic 'Brief Encounter' station of 1950s England. It is easy to understand how British Nationalism can take a hold in places like this. A 1-1 draw and it was back to that there London and a mode of transport that is guaranteed to suck the life and joy out of the most optimistic and extrovert of individuals so you can imagine what it does to a depressive. That there Londoners are probably used to on-board entertainment but I was delighted when two guys entered the carriage deep underground at King's Cross and entertained us with 'Hit the Road Jack' with a trumpet and a saxophone. They had accompanying music hidden in a pull trolley affair which  I thought showed great initiative. I was delighted to see them and was all grins as I tapped my feet and reached for the money that I had put to one side for just such an occurrence. They hadn't even been round yet with the paper mug. The looks on the other personages fizzogs led me to believe that 'they were not amused'. After a cold, miserable afternoon in Dover, these two characters, a travelling troupe of minstrels made my day. You are a prisoner of tunnels and other peoples' stares on the London Underground and boy can some people stare, so any diversion or distraction is well worth having in my opinion. At another station, a songstress was serenading the travellers with a very appropriate cover version of Zombie by the Cranberries  She was good. 'Spontaneity' and 'Pay what you can' are frowned upon. Instead it is pay what we tell you! Commercial London has got it all sewn up. Tourists are herded and fleeced and two very different Londons operate cheek by jowl. The 'haves and the 'have nots'. From what I saw, the 'haves' were not really in to giving. 

Come on down to the Sycophant Special

Those of a certain vintage will remember the television programme 'Summertime Special'. Saturday nights had families across the Kingdom humming along to the theme song and introduced by Diddy David Hamilton who is now the public address announcer at Craven Cottage. The eponymous Ken Dodd, a real family favourite and his diddy men! Is this a blog about diddy things? No it's a post about a radio station that I find that I cannot stop listening to cos I like a bit of chat, a bit of banter. There is no radio station that caters to my musical tastes so I like to listen to people droning on in the background. Recently the radio station in question has given the leader of the purple meanies, the man that lies to you in the European Parliament his own show. While his best mate goes up and down in a golden lift trumping all over the place he has been reduced to an hour a night where a clutch of sycophants are lined up to say "Yes Sir Niggles, you are our Savior".  I have noticed that since the Referendum vote in June 2016, that they have moved further to the right and they are really into Corbyn and Abbott bashing. The New Left does not appeal to their protectionist taste at all. They are owned by Global Radio, a British Company which in 2013 had a revenue of  £219.5 million and an operating income of £37.1 million for the same year so hardly a company that you would think had Socialism as one of its core values. That this company can actually afford to pay Sir Niggles and Dame Hatey Hopkins on a Sunday says something about their budget and war chest. Since they started to broadcast to the whole of the Kingdom in 2014, their callers have directed a lot of their chagrin and criticism against anything that might threaten the royal family, namely the SNP and Corbyn Labour. The party that Sir Niggles used to be a leader of had a core support in the seaside resorts beloved of Great British Families in the seventies and eighties. There is a huge irony in that protectionist, sovereignty right wingers, Brexit pushing, "I've worked hard for my money" broadcasters get to inveigle their way like tape worms into the digestive systems of the populace. A populace that since the days of Upstairs Downstairs know exactly where their place is.   

Psychic Healer & Empath

Diversification is the name of the game and I want to play the game with you. As a fifty year old, slightly chubby, thug life looking individual, it feels a little bit strange to be writing this but I feel that despite my lack of formal qualifications that I have the insight and lived experience to be able to help others.The difference between me and counsellors/therapists is that I wont be charging a fee. I am Anti-Capitalist after all and it would be rather odd for me to put a price on my service. I will be offering an offshore email service to begin with from davidredbutton@googlemail.com and I will be providing some insights to your questions and problems. Despite being an incorrigible gossip, confidentiality is assured with this and your emails will be deleted immediately upon a satisfactory response. If you feel that you would benefit from a personal one to one session then this can be arranged depending on location. My living CV is five years of this blog. You can go back through the posts and see my unique outlook on the world. It hasn't got me very far in the conditioned, materialistic world but spending 114 days in a prison cell afforded me an experience not given to many apart from ascetic monks in their cloisters. Here I read bits of the Bible, half of the Koran and the Living part of the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. I am what you might call a 'Spiritual Potchiwr' the Wenglish there revealing my tendency to dabble. I will not sign on the dotted line for any religion or faith as I believe that they all have something to offer. My reservation is that like much of life they have become institutionalised and their wish to put us in boxes is oppressive. I have spoken recently on radio and television about my madness, my labelled mental health condition and ten years on I am hurtling to my grave without being of service to others. What I can offer is an empathetic understanding of your paranoia, your intrusive thoughts, your addictions and your battles with substance abuse. I can offer understanding to your struggle with being in a world that appears only to value status and competition. I can listen to your sense of hopelessness and to your firm conviction that life will not get any better. I can tie them up to you as the unique valuable individual that you are with your experience within the nuclear family. I can share with you my struggles that might shine light on your own. As my psychiatrist said "If only the people who came to see me realised what they had in common". If after email consultation that you feel that you have been helped then a donation of your choosing would be appreciated. This donation will go towards my work with http://redbuttontheatre.co.uk  You will perhaps be aware that it is my contention that 'Mental Illness' is political. Our natural, normal suffering as human beings has been compartmentalised and we have been labelled as other because we have been brave enough to bring our struggles out into the open. I don't have all the answers in fact I will not be able to assist you with Relationship or Marriage Guidance as I self identify as being pants at both. If this blog post has triggered your interest then don't be swil/shy. Drop me an email and I'll see if I can be of service. If you don't like what you read or hear back then my donations' box will remain empty. I would particularly encourage correspondence in Welsh or Wenglish as it will allow me to practice writing in my indigenous tongue. Diolch yn Fawr fellow Shark Fisher Persons. I hope that I will be of some assistance to you.