300 not out

So my 300th post is here, having taken a year's sabbatical and come back with a bang in the last post, I finally have got some direction. 2016 is going to be the year I say it as it is, like it or not. I spent a long time reviewing from afar and internally ranting at what some one people think it's socially acceptable to do.

From body shaming to public witch hunting, my view on society at the present moment can be only described in the following words, despair, infuriating and complete anger.  Harsh words I know, but my relief at the moment is I have no children to raise into this world we live! That said I no feel no less responsible for the example we set the future generations.

What's worse is it doesn't seem to stop there, we have people in power who seem to have studied Victoria society and decided that's a good template to run the country by. I am waiting to hear that work houses are making a come back. As for my thoughts for the poor people flooded over the Christmas season, I am surprised that you can't hear me yelling at the news from down here.

Seriously as an individual and a weakened one at that, I know there is little I can achieve, accept perhaps get my voice and opinions heard. What I can snow ball from that, I don't know, but let's give it a try.lets see if via blogging and social media,, I and hopefully others like me can get the reinstatement of common sense and social standards.

I am not looking to move mountains here, but let's flatten a few mole hills. Now I gave up on new years resolutions a few years back, but there is a time for change and I for one think and believe that time starts now. It can start with the little things for us all, from thinking before we speak to how we react in front of other people and on social media.

There is a reason why newspapers in our house are called kitty litter liners, and doubt I need to spell it out. But that's how much we rate a lot of tabloid journalism here. Don get me wrong, I am new junkie, but the key word is news, I have little respect for stories about sexual encounters of glamour models, shopping sprees of pop stars or what a celebrities teenage child is wearing. There are far more worthy matters to concern ourselves about.

For this reason I have found that I have resorted to having the news channels as background noise nowadays. My inclination towards fashion has dwindled to a back ground rumble, As my feelings towards social examples is stronger. How can I set any kind of standard if I spend every spare moment finding faults with my own image that I can do little about with out a complete body transplant and a bank balance of a small country. Sure I still like make up and clothes and my hair colour is as variable as the British weather, but sounding off about it is going be as constructive as a sand castle, looks pretty for a while till a wave washes it away and leaves a soggy mess.

Words are a tool by which we can carve better society,  the right words to the right people can be inspirational, they can become the fuel to the growth of greater things. They can cut like a knife, create a lifetime wound, or become the light in a darkened tunnel. So this year I am using mine to speak up and hopefully inspire others. If little else I hope they can provide support to others, knowing I have invested the main gift I have , time to share.