My Mother Said She Might Vote UKIP

UKIP2So, there’s a lot going on in my life, and a lot going on in the world and as a human being it’s hard to concentrate on one thing and impossible to take on everything. In my life it’s a little easier, right now I work and I sleep and I do whatever my wife tells me. I suffer from anxiety and fight my depression and try and drink a lot of water (I’ve been getting a lot of headaches recently).

What I did want to tackle is UKIP. And Britain First. And well, actually, everything. My nephew is being bullied and feminism is becoming a dirty word and I have serious trouble making eye-contact with customers at work but there’s not much I can do about all the things, all at once. I’m seeing the faces of my dead friends in videos games and dreaming about the friends I miss at night and dammit society should not be breaking down in front of my eyes.

My mother said she was going to vote UKIP.

I think it’s the worst thing she’s said to me since I was 19.

And it’s because she reads The Daily Mail. Which may be the worst thing my mother has done since she married my dad. And granted, if that the worst of it in forty years then she’s a pretty good mum but after a while reading it for the gardening section doesn’t quite cut it any more. Not when she thinks we should leave the EU and that immigration is our biggest problem and to top it off – UKIP should be the ones to deal with it.

I love you mum, but really?

When we spoke about it, I realised she hadn’t thought it through because while immigration is an important issue in any country, and so is the Europe and the economy, that’s not the be all and end all of UKIP. Plus their ideas about immigration don’t quite line up with reality.

But that doesn’t matter to people because they’re not even thinking about the reality of a UKIP run country. They’re being regarded as some sort of saviour of the British people, the English people. They’re gaining support from the British working class because they want to take the country back from a bunch of people who don’t actually have without realising one very important thing:

UKIP don’t care about the working class person. White, black, or Asian, they don’t care.

They care about people like themselves, just like most politicians. White, male, rich, straight, Christian. Those are the people they are, those are the people they care about. Those will be the people they will care about if they get into power. Everyone else will suffer. I will suffer. My mother will suffer. Every working class person who votes for them would suffer under a UKIP government.

It has nothing to do with immigration and nothing to do with the EU and nothing to do with politics but a lot to do with people in power looking after themselves like they always have done. Whatever they say now is not what will happen. It’s never what will happen, and people are deluded to think if any party will look after them and the country it will be UKIP. I always feel like voting is more about who will do the least worst job not who do will do the best job.

UKIP are a right wing party. people like me and my mum do not do well under right wing politics. We lose our rights, we lose our equality, we lose out ability to live any sort of semi-comfortable life. We’re both struggling enough to support ourselves, and this isn’t something that won’t get easier under UKIP. I lose my rights as a woman, a disabled person, a queer person.

So does my mum.

So does most of my family.

So does your daughter, your sister, you.

So does most of the country.

Under right wing politics we suffer and I’m not saying lefties have it all right either, but at least that side of thinking takes into account more than the rich straight able bodied white man. The tories are a right wing party, on a scale of extremism it goes Britain First >BNP > UKIP >Tory. The conservatives are the party of the rich white man and we got the bedroom tax. UKIP is made up of people whose politics are too right wing for the conservatives. Too right wing for the party that gave us Margaret Thatcher.

It won’t be all doom and gloom under UKIP like part of me thinks. The day after they got in power if that ever happened I’m not gonna automatically lose my DLA and my wife and a fucking leg but if you really think that it’s going to be any better than the government we have now, then there is no help for you.

It scares me though, the sensible people who think they are the answer. Think UKIP are going to save the country with tough immigration and leaving the EU when that’s not even the problem. It scares me that my own mother would think that.

It also makes me wonder if she’s either on too much medication or not enough, but that’s for another day.

Don’t vote UKIP, don’t share Britain First posts, don’t assume the media is telling you the whole story. Don’t assume anyone is telling you the whole story.

Including me.

OctPoWriMo – Day Thirty-One – String

String yourself together
see how well you hold up
against reality.
Might be long enough to matter.

r.l.w


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OctPoWriMo – Day Thirty – Collapse

I watched a star collapse
and the world disintegrate
into dust, atoms washing over the universe
the sky breaking up into time.

What’s left is just heart
holding onto the last bits of life
stars that circle into the infinity
pulling us apart forever.

We don’t really see it
but we certainly feel,
torn and tumbling to the end of existence.
where only the emptiness will remember us.

r.l.w

OctPoWriMo – Day 30

OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Nine – The A487 Is The Road To Everywhere Here

Home

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The A487 Is The Road To Everywhere Here

In the darkness between llannau
there is sudden realisation –
I could be anywhere.
The wrong side of my village,
the wrong side of the world
where there are less lights
and few stars to be seen
through the clouds that cover
the acres of valleys and hills
that envelope us in what we hope is safety.
I could be anywhere
could be outside my comfort zone
too far from home, too far from anywhere I know
The headlights show me little,
grey tarmac I can find anywhere
that tells me so little
and until those faint white lights come into view
I could be anywhere
even if there is no where else to go.

r.l.w

Llannau is a Welsh word, for church or village, and is usually a prefix in village names i.e Llanon the church of Non etc.

OctPoWriMo – Day 29

OctpoWriMo – Day Twenty – Eight – Sorry

Some days I don’t have it in me.
All those words pile up behind my eyes
inside my mind
and I don’t have enough in me to get them out
put them down
share them around.

Sorry.

OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Seven

I am not afraid of you.
Why should I be?
I stand tall with weapons I have crafted from words.
I will always have judgement
and higher ground
from the moment those words leave your mouth.

I have little to fear
because I know I am honest and beautiful in my reality.
I take steps to determine my soul is clean
for whatever comes when I’m gone.
For whatever comes before then.

Perhaps I will see you soon,
you know where I will be, I am honest and free.

I win every time
regardless of the outcome.

r.l.w

Half inspired by Gamer Gate and this the last words of this Iranian woman – Reyhaneh Jabbari. Her last words will be more profound than any poetry.

OctPoWriMo – Day 27.

OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Six – Our World

Anxiety and exhilaration
mix into something I can’t quite
work out well enough to breathe properly.
A soft skin around a softer soul
and I’ve really made my way home
Life’s no breeze and I can’t quite handle the storms.
It’s supposed to be easy,
supposed to be beautiful
and it is, it is, but
why the hell do I feel so bad
with every passing moment
without you in my bed.
I can’t face the harsh realities of the world without you.
I can only live in our world.

r.l.w

OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Four

What I write
and what I live
are separate promises I can’t keep.
Never mind
that I’m in too deep
and wrapped around both worlds
like a chrysalis.
This is not for you though.

r.l.w

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OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Three – RIP

R.I.P

Give a little more with your grief.
Or perhaps step back and stay away.
This isn’t your moment you know,
you’re still standing and no one’s missing you.
But someone, someone somewhere is gone,
you don’t need to stay a word
like they don’t need to breathe.
It’s not enough, to say the usual.
It can be enough to say nothing.

r.l.w

Inspired by this article.

OctPoWriMo – Day 23