Thank you for pointing out many of the things I missed, your views are most welcome in this never ending fairy tale.
I forgot to mention what life was like for the workers in this make believe, pre-leaving the EU, once upon a time, land very near…
Mummy and Daddy were sitting down for dinner discussing how everyone’s day had been.
Mummy and daddy had a little girl, Sarah, and a little boy, James.
“Daddy, Mummy why aren’t you eating, where is your food?” asked little Sarah, with a puzzled look on her face.
“Because we ate earlier” Daddy replied, and he watched tenderly as his children ate.
Mummy and Daddy didn’t have the heart to tell the little ones that although they had both worked 50 hours each that week, and every week, after paying their bills there was not enough food for everyone. Daddy had heard the news from the BBC that day, saying employment was up, the economy was doing well, but Daddy couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this wasn’t true. He had heard this day after day, but a visit to the local food bank to collect their food yesterday made him question what he was hearing. Why were all the shops boarded up? Why were there so many people sleeping on the streets? He even saw an old friend of his who used to run the factory floor, in rags, begging. The factory had closed many months ago. He also saw another friend, a full time nurse in the queue for food.
The foodbank was an interesting place. The BBC “informed” people that food banks were for the homeless and vulnerable. The government even announced in 2018 that they would be sending employment support “officers” to the food banks to help people back into work. Daddy wondered why most people he saw at the food bank were in fact in full time work, but not actually “full time” so to speak, it was now called zero hours contracts.
As daddy became lost in his thoughts, little James stated quite proudly:
“I am now a girl. You must call me Janet and let me wear girls clothes from now on!”
Mummy and Daddy were confused. Deep down they knew the state had determined children MUST be allowed to pick their own gender. The state had sent transvestites into the classrooms across the land to tell the children about how it was OK to be who you want to be. Little James had brought back a book from school, one of many which his class was reading called “A tale of two Daddies”.
Little Sarah, having finished her dinner, put down her knife and fork, pointed at little James and said:
“But you are a boy! Boys aren’t girls!”
“No I’m not, from now on I’m a girl. My teacher was very happy. Some of my friends are becoming girls too! So there!”
Little Sarah looked at her father sadly, “Daddy, I’m 6, do I have to become a boy when I’m James’s age?. I don’t want to be a boy!”
Mummy decided to take charge of the conversation, “Look, the teachers are right, if a boy wants to be a girl, or a girl wants to be a boy, it’s fine. The government encourage it and we must go along with what is happening. Now, James and Sarah, you can both leave the table.”
Mummy told Daddy sternly “You know that if we don’t agree, social services will get involved and we could be investigated for child abuse. We must let the children be guided by the government and the teachers!”.
Daddy, was in turmoil. The government had said that the economy was fine, but he knew it wasn’t. The government had said that homelessness and hunger were because of drugs and people too lazy to work, but he knew this wasn’t true. He had to make a trip to the food bank every week just to provide food for his children...and they were both working and could possibly be homeless themselves soon. Now the government was allowing teachers to teach young vulnerable children that they could be whatever gender they wished to be, but Daddy knew this was also a lie. A child should be brought up firmly and with guidance until they are old enough and responsible enough to make their own decisions.
Daddy cast his mind back to the news he had read everyday on the BBC website, even they ran one piece everyday on their website front page about LGBT. Was the BBC saying what the government wanted it too? All the programs he watched on the TV always had an element of at least one character who was gay. He walked out of the kitchen, sat down in his favourite armchair, stared at the ceiling and pondered. Could no-one see what was happening to their children? Couldn’t no-one see why people were going hungry? Was the UN correct in saying that our government was out of touch with the people, and in denial that child poverty and destitution was at a record high in our Country? Was the BBC correct in saying that Brexit was a bad thing and would cause poverty and chaos? What was he to do?
Where had this all come from, Daddy questioned. Who was telling the government what to tell the people? When he was a boy, there was no “A tale of two Daddies”, it was “The farmer wants a wife”. Where did it all go wrong? Maybe if he questioned too much, he would be labelled a racist, fascist or some other “be silent and don’t question” term. Daddy had voted to leave the EU, hoping that it might bring about change. He thought that maybe the UK was following a narrative fed by Brussels, as he had heard the same thing about children picking their own genders was being taught in schools throughout the EU.
For now though, Daddy had made up his mind. His children were going to stay the same gender they already are until they finished school, they were too young to know what they wanted and must be nurtured. The EU, UK government, and teachers were very wrong and Daddy was going to fight back. Daddy looked at his laptop...”I wonder what the internet has to say about all this? I wonder if Brexit is also being controlled?..."he whispered to himself. He typed in slowly, not using google, but a Virtual Private Network...”Alternative media”
Part II of this fairy tale coming soon….”The peasants revolt in a land very near"