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Friday, 23 April 2021

Till No 13 please!



Right, I'm using this particular blog post to let off a bit of steam. I was cursing and swearing this morning at the Post Office and the Royal Mail. The story about the sub post masters, some who went to prison, some who went bankrupt, some now deceased because their Horizon computer system had a glitch that pointed the cursor to fraudulent activity.  All those years we were led to believe that you could do everything at the post office from Tax your Car to Banking, to Travellers' Cheques and stamps that shot up in price. Last time I remember them pre privatisation they were 28 pence.  We, the customer thought that we were being looked after by Post Office Counters while they were treating their own staff like shit off a shoe. What really got me was the Gestapo tactic of telling them that they were the only ones being investigated.  

I hate these big bastard organisations like HMRC, DWP, Post Office, Royal Mail, The Police, the Banks that at a moment's notice can change your life forever. They can accuse you of fraud and wrong doing. They can stamp your forehead like they used to frank parcels and letters with the word 'Guilty' and then the onus is on you to prove your innocence.

I am awaiting a decision from a HM Government Tribunal regarding the decision of the Department of Work and Pensions for Universal Credit over payment of £4646.82.  It's gone to appeal but I am not very optimistic that the custodians of tax payers money, your money by the way, will be lenient with me. The only income I receive in this world is £67.25 a week Carers Allowance and they expect me to pay back the above amount from that. The Secretary of State wants his pound of flesh. If the appeal does not go in my favour, I might point out that their computer system must have had a glitch in it and that the DWP staff who awarded me the Universal Credit should go to prison.

Hats off to all the sub postmasters for fighting the Post Office but why does justice take so long in this country? It wasn't even justice today. It was only having their criminal convictions quashed. CRIMINAL CONVICTIONS? Let's see your employer treating you like that. Let me know how you get on.

These Leviathan organisations are immovable objects. One size fits all, sledge hammer to crack a nut. Peoples' lives and reputations have been destroyed and they are being destroyed everyday by Capitalism. They are being destroyed by people and machines who only see their worth in terms of profit and loss. If we deem that you are not profitable then we will dispense with you.  

I for one are glad that the banks are getting their glass windows put in by Extinction Rebellion and I curse every letter and word of the replies that say "Do you know how much energy it takes to create a replacement pane of glass?" That's not the frigging point you Capitalist enablers. It is symbolic action.

The Post Office took symbolic action with the sub post masters to teach them a lesson, to show them whose boss.  Every time I have ever had to visit a Post Office I have always left feeling diminished as a human being. Whether it was queuing for ages, waiting for your number to come up. Whether it was the long winded explanation of what you wanted. Whether it was the fact that you knew that you were not getting value for money. Whatever it was, I realise now that the poor bastard the other side of the perspex glass was under as much scrutiny as the customer.

The Classic Kick in the Balls of Capitalism and its Justice System is that they think that the matter is sorted by paying compensation. Paying money, that is printed in Llantrisant with the Queen's head on it to buy your silence, to settle out of court. Damages? These organisations have no comprehension of the damage that they are doing to people and they really don't care because they will be operating again tomorrow.

"Till No 13 please"      


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