This is your future, watch the episode in black mirror called nosedive for what it looks like.
Some well-informed people may be aware of China’s horrifying “Social Credit System” that was recently unveiled as a method of eradicating any dissent in the totalitarian state. Essentially freezing out anyone who does not conform to the state’s version of the ideal citizen, the SCS is perhaps the most frightening control system being rolled out today. That is, until you consider what is coming next.
Unbeknownst to most people, there appears to be a real attempt to create a system in which all citizens are rationed their “wages” digitally each month in place of a paycheck, including the ability to gain or lose money. This system would see any form of dissent resulting in the cut off of those credits and the ability to work, eat, or even exist in society. It would not only be the end of dissent but of any semblance of real individuality.
Here’s how the Social Credit System operates in China. First, however, for those who are unaware of the Social Credit System as it operates in China, we should briefly describe just what has taken place there. The Social Credit System in China isn’t merely a punishment for criticizing the state as is the case in most totalitarian regimes, the SCS can bring the hammer down for even the slightest infraction such as smoking in a non-smoking zone.
One summary of the SCS can be found in Business Insider’s article by Alexandra Ma entitled “China has started ranking citizens with a creepy ‘social credit’ system — here’s what you can do wrong, and the embarrassing, demeaning ways they can punish you,” where Ma writes,
Don’t understand the confusion people seem to be having regarding the recent announcement…no wonder people were doing the fudging conga to Vera Lynn with the neighbours after a few pimms on VE Day…I think a fair proportion of the population lack common sense…
It’s pretty simple…for now the only changes are;
▪️Work from home if you can. Construction workers can return to work if they’re able to adhere to social distancing while there. Avoid public transport to get there where at all possible.
▪️Stay at home apart from exercise (which is no longer restricted to 1 hour, once a day. It can now be done in parks and sports can be played with the family you live with) whilst observing social distancing rules.
▪️Depending on the response to these measures we may see more shops and businesses & primary schools opening from the start of June…all dependant on the figures.
▪️Potentially seeing hospitality begin to open at the start of July…all depandant on the figures.
It’s not rocket science!
Don’t twist words & overcomplicate the simple to hear what you want to hear…
STAY AT HOME unless you need to go out.
Only go to work if you can get there safely & CANNOT WORK FROM HOME & you are able to practice social distancing at work.
Exercising is unlimited WITH MEMBERS OF YOUR HOUSEHOLD.
Seriously though, how do you even make friends as an adult.
If only it was as simple as when I were a child, run up to someone and say hey want to play and then you would run around and within an afternoon they ere your best friend forever, or simply get chatting about what they have in their lunch box and then every lunchtime you would sit together no matter what.
People would think me mad if I walked up to someone in Costa and asked to sit and discuss their caffeine requirements and asked if they wanted to compare Candy crush levels, or invited them round for tea ad biscuits.
The friends I do have are amazing but obviously busy with their lives too, many have moved away and although we all make an effort to visit, it is only maybe once or twice a year.
I need a geographical friend, someone just up the road or a 10 minute drive away, someone just to chat crap with and whine about my partner, someone to rely on and them on me.
I miss laughing til wee runs down my leg, I miss commenting on others sense of style, and people commenting on mine, I need banter in my life, I want to chat about fanny farts and period pains, okay maybe this is one of the reasons I don’t have many friends.
I just don’t know how to connect with people any more, so tell me people of Mums advice how the hell do you make friends when you are a grown ass woman who still giggles at the sound of farts?
Life has been a bit not nice for me. I’ve not been the best bear I could be and things have been scary. My tummy bubbles have been very very big, my legs have done lots of running, my hands lots of hurting and my mouth saying not nice stuff.
It’s been the summer holidays. I like the holidays usually as I get to do lots and lots of fun stuff with Kim and the others. We have been doing nice stuff and I have had some fun but there’s been something else happening for me as well. Something not fun. Not nice. Something I didn’t know what to do with.
I still see mummy and my brothers. We have contact. Sometimes mummy doesn’t come and then I feel sad because I think she doesn’t like me anymore or she’s poorly – she used to get poorly a lot when she had her friends round and they did drinking and some other bad stuff and fighting. Mummy has been coming to contact in the summer and in the holidays we get to spend longer with her. We go to the family centre with the big garden. Sometimes me and mummy can talk by ourselves when the supervisor is on the other side of the garden.
We was playing football with my brothers. Then they wanted to go on the climbing frame. I was too hot so sat on the grass. Mummy sat with me. I thought it was going to be lovely to be with her but then she said it. Mummy said I was going to live back at home with her. She was going to court to get me back. She was going to tell them that the social
workers was telling lies. That I had been telling lies about the man in my room. And because I was a liar Kim didn’t want me living in her house so that’s the plan. I am going to live back with mummy as soon as the court says so BUT I mustn’t tell anyone because social will make up more lies.
All my happy went in that minute. Every thing changed for me. I’ve been living with Kim for a fair time now and really loved it there. I always felt safe there. I always had food and toys and clothes and my comfy bed. And I was a big enough bear now to know I didn’t get that at mummy’s. My world was like a big balloon that had just gone pop.
I went back to Kim’s from contact. It was Kims now, not home. Mummy’s was going to be home, a home I feared, a home full of noise and mess. A home without lights, cold, dirty. A home with no clean clothes, no nice comfy bed, no toys. The place I had come from. Somewhere I didn’t want to go back to. They’d told me I wouldn’t have to go back there. Kim. The court people. The social worker. Mummy was right. They had been telling lies. They said I wasn’t going home and mummy said I am when she’s been to court. I had to show them this little bear knew they were lying.
And show them I did. I was cross. I did everything I could think of to show them what happens when this little bear wasn’t happy. I ran away. I broke things. I kicked Kim. I tore my books up. I started to swear again. If they’d lied to me I’d lie back. I told them it wasn’t me that put the remote in the toilet. I told them it wasn’t me that wrote swear words on the wall. I told them I hated them. That was my biggest lie. Inside I didn’t hate them. I loved them but couldn’t understand why they’d lied to me and why I was having to go back to mummy’s house.
I carried on like this for a good while. I was going to take charge here and make them hate me like I hated them. My comfy bed was next. I cut my duvet. Cut my pillow. I wasn’t having a comfy bed at mummy’s house so I needed to remember what it was like not having one. I’d better get used to it. Kim caught me. Scissors in hand and cut pillow by my side. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
Did the shouting come? No. Did the beating come? No. Did the throwing things around the room come? No. Did the threat of no dinners come? No. Did the hitting of walls or door come? No. Did the being called all the horrid names on the planet start? No. Did the pushing and shoving start? No. No they didn’t. That’s what happens at mummy’s house not Kim’s.
Did I start to feel really scared? No. Did I wet myself in fear? No. Did I throw the scissors? No. Did I shout and swear? No. Did I try to run? No. Did I cower in the corner? No. They were things that happened in mummy’s house too. So now I’m really really confused. They want to take me away from my safe place to put me back in mummy’s house. How can that be an okay thing to do?
And do you know? I think Kim could see what I was feeling inside. I think she could see I was angry about things – she didn’t know what. But more so I think she could see that underneath this cross angry bear face who said he hated everyone, there was a little bear who felt so frightened, confused and lonely and in desperate need of a tight squeezy hug. A little bear who had so much to say but not the words to say it. A little bear whose world had drastically changed by those few words from his mummy’s mouth – you’re coming back home.
Kim sat next to me and took the scissors from my hand. I leant into her like I do when I need a hug and she cuddled me. She cuddled me so tight I knew I was safe. And then I cried. I cried and cried and cried. And then I told her what mummy said. And do you know as I was telling Kim I knew it was mummy that wasn’t telling me the right things. I’ve grown enough to know what happened at home wasn’t how little bears are meant to live. But after all I’d done these last few weeks maybe that was how I deserved to live?
Kim just held me and let me cry away. I talked and talked in my crying. I don’t know how Kim could understand me but she did. When I was all cried out Kim talked back to me. She told me that she felt mummy had got things a bit muddled. How Kim and the social workers hadn’t lied to me. That I wasn’t going to go back to live at mummy’s. Kim and the police and everyone knew I wasn’t lying about the man in my room. They’d all seen what mummy’s house was like. My brothers had all said the same thing and they did believe us. Kim does want me to live with her till I’m a grown up bear. She was sorry that mummy had made me so very scared and mummy was wrong to say such things. My social worker came out to see me and told me just the same as Kim. That helped calm my tummy bubbles big time! They are going to talk to mummy about it and how it made me feel. They said sometimes mummies will say these things to stop themselves feeling so bad but they don’t think how it makes the children feel. Mummy isn’t going to be in trouble which is good because I don’t want that, but they want mummy to think about what she says. Kim used to say that to me lots – I used to say unkind things but didn’t think how they made people feel, so I know what the social worker means.
I’m feeling safe again now. Happy and so so glad I’ve still got my comfy bed. Kim got me a new duvet and pillow but I did have to use some of my money to help buy it. I don’t mind. Because I know when I say home it’s where I live now and that’s just how I like it!
I hate my daughter and I really mean it, Kirsty is 14 years old and a bleeding nightmare, she was diagnosed with ADHD 8 years ago although I don’t believe it’s an actual medical condition it’s just her being a brat.
Kirsty and I live with my mother, Kirsty is a demon she punches, bites, swears like a drunken sailor and does nothing that she is asked to do, she constantly talks back, is rude and genuinely is not a nice person!
She skips school, smokes, drinks and is sexually active with any boy she can get her hands on, I can’t cope with her at all.
The school, social services and police are all involved and I’ve expressed that I don’t want her anymore yet my mum has now taken over legal responsibility for her, which means I still have to live with it!
I am actively looking for somewhere else to live but on my income it seems impossible, I can’t wait til Kirsty grows up and moves away, all the love I used to have for her has gone and just resentment, fear and pain remains.
This girl is not the child I loved all those years ago I am left with an ungrateful, nasty, disrespectful brat, my mum is just as bad to stand by her, she ultimately has chosen a nasty, manipulative, rude girl over her hard-working loving daughter.
Kirsty will never amount to anything she will either be pregnant young and waste her life or more than likely have it taken away from her, I would not be surprised if she ended up in prison, she is the type of person that I would cross the street to avoid she has no hope, just a life of disaster and pain is in her future.
Don’t tell me I’m an awful person to say this about my own daughter but you do not know her you do not see the pain she causes me, does anyone know a way to take the custody away from my mother or a way to have her removed from the house?
Emailed in by Destiny (surname is to remain anonymous)
Is it just me that finds this new tradition clearly invented by the male population, steak and blow job day really quite revolting and cringeworthy?
I’m sick of hearing about it, sick of seeing women degrade themselves over it on social media with stupid hash tags and awful photos of an over cooked piece of meat with some added emojis implying what will be happening later in the bedroom and equally as sick of men salivating over the prize they get to go home too which in reality will be a poorly cooked cheap Aldi own tough slice of beef and a wet willy and a choking woman who is wishing you would hurry up and cum so she can watch her soaps, she is not sucking you off because she loves you, she’s worried if she doesn’t you will find it else where.
Also I’m wondering when us woman get a special day like pick up and lick up, when men tidy up and then give us immense pleasure without us having to anything in return, this day will never happen, I say let’s all stop with this meat cooking and sucking and grow the hell up, and if you really feel the need to tenderise his meat joint keep it to yourself I really don’t want to hear about your lack of cooking skills and your poor gag reflex. Rant over
Written by Christine Joseph
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Kerry Blackaller is currently going through hell her little angel her only daughter has been removed from her care and she is fighting to get her back.
Blackaller said “Well since 8 this morning I’ve been trying to find the right words. This is the best I could do. 11 months ago today was the happiest day of my Life. You completed me finally after all these years. Some time passed in that time we passed I lost my battle to keep you with me. Please believe me it was not my fault I did everything in my power.
Unfortunately the system let me and you both down. Since you’ve been gone I still have fought for you every day. My days have been bad but this day has hit me like a ton of bricks. Every month you was a month older we always used to do something. This month we can’t 💔 furthermore I’m now realising its only one month away until your first birthday and I’m dreading that day coming.
Social Services Have Taken My Heart I Want My Baby Back
Lyla baby my life is just not the same without you here. I don’t want to get up in the mornings, The fight I have left in me is minimal, but of course for you I’m not giving up and still somehow going. You are the only reason right now that I breathe. What I would give to hear a silly little cry or a moan or the smell of a stinky nappy.
To just feel your presence and your arms around my neck, your head on my chest, your hands in mine, to hear the most amazing sound of all that beautiful laugh of yours, to feel your heart beat next to mine, to see the worlds most captivating smile, to feel the most beautiful skin I’ve ever felt, most of all the best sound I have ever heard in my life, you in the morning rocking the cot and calling MUM. I have deep trouble accepting the fact that your gone. How you’ll now call
Someone else mum, how I won’t get to see you flourish and grow anymore, your 1st day at nursery, then big girl school, to know if your hurt or sad, jobs, friends, boyfriends, prom, career, for the rest of my life this will eat me alive. But I promise as long as you ok and smiling I will deal with it and wait for
You to come and find me to make it up to you and show you all I done. I really hope you understand I done what I could. You have made me the happiest and proudest mum in the world. Every minute and second I spent with you was the best time of my Life.
While I sit and write this with tears streaming down my face there’s still this smile that is permanently stuck there to my face and heart because of you. For this I thank you and I will cherish it all until I see you again. I miss and love you so much it hurts, and makes my heart skip beats. There’s not a single day that goes by that I don’t hurt, or think about you and smile, that I don’t smell or hear your infectious laugh. Not a day that I can’t wait to have you back in my arms. Or a day I wish I could turn back time, most of all not a day goes by where I don’t pray to have you back and that your safe and happy.
Social Services Have Taken My Heart I Want My Baby Back
Please god keep my baby safe and happy. Let her grow into all she can be. Let her know I’m here not giving up. I promise mummy will think about u and cherish every moment of you every day. I promise I will always be here. You’ve given me feelings I never knew existed. Until we meet again.. I have to say bye and god only knows how I’m going to do that. I love you more than any words could ever comprehend. Not only because you’re my daughter but you was my best friend too. And Forever that will remain. My whole 🌎 my ❤️ beat. My baby 👶🏼 mummy’s 👸🏼 forever and always 👩👧 💜💕💔💔💔💔”.
if you are able to help Blackaller who is trying to raise funds for legal fees
