The only rational interpretation is that destroying Labour for generations must be part of the strategy.
After all, who said that the strategy had to be Labour's?
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Can of Captain Morganβs spiced rum and Pepsi Cola on Isobelβs boat roof with the turnover bridge in the sunny background.
Todayβs beverage. βοΈπποΈ
Isobelβs delightful new kettle on the stove top. It is cream coloured, with a picture of flowers and a butterfly, and has a nice wooden handle.
My delightful new kettle! ππ€
I wouldn't be here without DIY, and I don't care if that sounds hyperbolic.
The NHS almost killed me. For no reason other than the prejudice of hateful people who shouldn't be anywhere near anyone's healthcare.
If Streeting doesn't end up jailed, future generations are going to look at everything he did and ask why didn't he.
Literally the first thing that should have been considered is the stark difference in suicide ideation between those who get HRT and those who don't.
No doubt about it. Streeting has made a decision intended to make a trans body pile, and not for the first time.
He's a killer. Lock him up.
EVERYBODY should sit up, take notice, and get shouting about this. Everybody. Yes. You!
Nobody is safe in a country that bans life saving healthcare with no evidence, just because some people dislike a demographic.
What Streeting has done is disgusting and murderous. He should be jailed for this.
Probably what he thought taking the boat on. "Ah yes. This is a great project."
Soon that became: "Fuck this. I'll be in my 80s by the time it's finished." π
Somebody's living on it, and it's for sale. It's not abandoned.
There's far scruffier boats on the permanent moorings here!
Sunny early morning view of the canal from Isobel's roof hatch showing a moored boat, the turnover bridge, and trees just starting to come into leaf under a blue cloudy sky.
It's a sunny start here. πβ Ollie and Seren got me up at 7. They know it's going to be a nice day.
A stroll to the shop is my only plan. I might buy a few ciders. ππΊππ
Bore da, Georgie! π΄σ §σ ’σ ·σ ¬σ ³σ Ώπππ» Happy Tuesday!
Ollie and Seren, Isobelβs collies, touching noses on the canal towpath.
Isobelβs new kettle that will arrive today. Itβs white with a nice wooden handle and a pretty picture of flowers and butterflies.
A much less busy week begins. βοΈπ₯±
Today is as full on as this week will hopefully get. Sainsburyβs Man is bringing my shopping later this morning, and this afternoon my new kettle will be at the post office.
My main task this week is to restart writing The Great Transgender Werewolf Massacre. πΊππ³οΈββ§οΈπ€βπ»
Absolute scum.
I would have that.
With extra chillies.
Thing is, she's been there all along.
There's no realistic way back for any of them in my eyes. Saying that to a Welsh paper, or whatever it is, isn't doing anything about anything. It's an attempt to wash her hands. No more than that.
Actually, they've had more than enough opportunity. What's gone on under their noses with no pushback is unforgivable.
Nobody in that party deserves any benefit of the doubt at this stage. I don't care what they say as individuals.
They all stink at this point.
Will she even say it to him?
Labour MPs say this stuff from time to time to get a cheer, but they simply aren't standing up in the commons saying to the government: "This is wrong and we shouldn't be doing this shit to a vulnerable minority."
Until they do, properly, all of them are complicit.
9.
I rarely go out and socialise now.
Well. I wouldnβt want a big chopper.
Gah! I need to up my game!
Isobel in the woods holding an axe.
Isobelβs gay bag full of logs and a log in the middle of being chopped.
Scary Isobel raising her axe as if to attack.
If you go down to the woods today,
Watch out for the axe wielding tranβ¦
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Iβm good at sleeping. π΄βοΈ
Morning, Julie. πππΌ
Good morning to you, Julie. πππ»
Morning, Em. πππ» It was a false start. I went back to bed. π
Early morning view of the canal from Isobel's roof hatch showing moored boats on the rippled water beneath a cloudy blue sky with the rising sun just beginning to be visible and reflecting on the side of a narrowboat.
A massive week (for me) begins.
Ollie and Seren got me up at 3:40. I took them out and went back to sleep. Now I'm up again and on my game! πͺπ»π³π₯βππ»ββοΈ
Early tomorrow we set off on another great voyage. β΅ππ§ There is much work and preparation to do today! π©π»βπ§
Never known anything else. Half a century.
Cheers, Stephanie! πππΌ
Early morning view of the canal from Isobelβs roof hatch towards the turnover bridge showing bare trees and a moored boat under a grey sky.
Itβs St Davidβs Day π₯³π΄σ §σ ’σ ·σ ¬σ ³σ Ώπͺπ» and I was woken up at 4 by two Welsh Collies who wanted to go out walking in the rainy darkness.
So I took them out and then slept in until far too late. π₯±βοΈ Iβm now racing against time to get my boat jobs done in time for a very important week! ππ»ββοΈπ©π»βπ§β΅οΈ
Moore is a horrible, horrible piece of work.
Iβm 50 and have lived with being trans every day of my life.
People like this, motivated by nothing but hatred, should have absolutely no business commenting on our lives.
