Sorry that I have not posted in some time. My mother was being killed by the NHS and my attention was rather diverted by that.
How do they do this? A couple of consultants decide that your aged relatives are a burden to you and pass this down the line, whereupon a team of nurses will tell you that they are professional and acting in your parent’s best interests as they then precede to feed them crap to ensure that the pharmaceutical drugs they are using destroy every nutrient in their body until they die of infection.
Be warned, this is very likely to happen to you. I have seen it done to three people now, and there is no escape.
In the event that you wish to enjoy your full lifespan, I suggest that you avoid the NHS.
My alter ego, the serious academic type who fell in totally uncharacteristic love with Wolfe some years ago is now going to take on the NHS, the pharmaceutical industry and the social engineering system they have been perfecting since the first phase of their eugenics system, WW1 and 2, and demonstrate exactly how this works and how education has changed even in my lifetime to reduce your status as an economic unit to the point that there is little possibility of escape from a system that tells you what to eat, what to wear, what to worry about and when to die.
Merry Christmas, enjoy whatever someone else told you to enjoy, and I will return in a more cheerful state when I have more fully recovered from this latest case of institutional murder.
My mother was a much loved, much misunderstood, mischievous lady who deserved better. Better from her other children, better from the NHS, a better final chapter.