You are talking nonsense. Complete rubbish. There are no jobs of that kind available to people in the circumstances described by Urbanblues and it is insulting to suggest that there are. When asked to cite examples you have studiously avoided doing so.
Perhaps the only way to get long term unemployed, who've developed mental illneses or psycho sematic conditions is boot camp style training, to break this parasitical mindset.
Perhaps the only way to get long term unemployed, who've developed mental illneses or psycho sematic conditions is boot camp style training, to break this parasitical mindset.
You put down that you wanted me to help you find work or training, which I was happy to help you with. Then you start getting paranoid and insulting me.
You’ve a track record of threatening disabled people Nigel. What’s up mate; did you walk in on your mum giving Long John Silver a blowjob; or, did your missus confess to having anal with Quasimodo?
Unlike your missus, eh?
Perhaps the only way to get long term unemployed, who've developed mental illneses or psycho sematic conditions is boot camp style training, to break this parasitical mindset.
I'm sure you do.Nigel, could you please send me a threatening PM, as I'm beginning to feel smugly safe.
Do you concede that there are disabled people, like me, whose conditions are so chronic and variable as to make it almost impossible to match us to even the most flexible of jobs? Do you concede that when someone, like me, tells you I’m not living in poverty, nor am I socially excluded, that maybe remaining on benefits is a legitimate choice? Or, are you sticking the view that all disabled people should be forced into some activity in order to make them accountable to you and your Middle England ilk?
No, but you stated I could get a job as a fundraiser; yet I have no experience in this field. You also suggested I take a job as a disability advisor; even though I’m not qualified for such a position; and, have difficulties making myself understood on a telephone – see quote below.
As do able-bodied people; yet, in both groups, the majority of people are not in “...very well paid jobs.”
Nothing like, and I reserve my right to insult anyone who calls themselves a socialist and then spouts the views you have.
Probably the only men he feels he has a chance of beating.
Oh dear, he gets very tearful and abusive if you insult his family, he'll probably PM you demanding that you remove the insults or he'll be round to bump you off.What’s up mate; did you walk in on your mum giving Long John Silver a blowjob; or, did your missus confess to having anal with Dr Strangelove?
Unlike your missus, eh?
Nigel, you’re confusing me with someone who gives a fuck.
No, I was responding to tbaldwin who is under the impression that my disability is not a barrier to my finding work, whether it is paid or voluntary. The fact is, I’m not looking for work or training; as I find life difficult enough coping with chronic pain, fatigue and a plethora of other disabilities.
I don’t live in poverty. My physical health is relatively good, despite the impact of disabilities; as is my mental health, despite bouts of mild depression. I’m not lonely; nor in any way socially excluded. Therefore, I do not fit the bill of poverty stricken disabled person excluded from society.
If I was compelled to work or undertake training; I would within a very short period become both impoverished and socially excluded. First, I’d lose my job quickly – as, no employer would be able to take on someone with such an erratic condition. If I’m dismissed for bad timekeeping; I’ll be viewed as contributing to my own dismissal by the DWP, and will not qualify for benefits. This would have a knock-on effect with my care plan; and, I could lose my PAs. If this happened; my situation would decline rapidly.
If I can’t get out of bed; the bed becomes my toilet. I won’t be able to shower or dress. I couldn’t get to the ships to buy food; but then, I wouldn’t need to, as I wouldn’t be able to cook what I purchased, if I did get to the shops.
By this time, warning letters from the Council, gas, electric, telephone, etc would all be mounting up in the post box outside my front door; the one I couldn’t access. Before long Barry bailiff (probably one of your pals Nigel; if not you yourself – cos, you come across as a bailiffy kinda cunt) would be forcing entry into my flat – the good thing would be, they’d be throwing-up their breakfasts when my perfume hits their olfactory senses.
By then, I’d be homeless, sick, destitute and by any recognisable definition of the term, pretty much socially excluded. But, it will have been worth it in order to prove to the authorities I wasn’t malingering.
*sighs*
