EDIT: Here's the petition, please sign and spread it about any other sites you use...
https://you.38degrees.org.uk/petitions/nhs-contaminated-blood-scandal?bucket&source=facebook-share-button&time=1434816581I swerved starting a topic on this, as it involves meself. But I've just met with a lovely fella, really nice lad. He's also one of the victims of this...
http://www.cbcuk.org.uk/People really should have a look at what's happened and what's going on. Here's another website
http://www.taintedblood.info/index.php You can download some victims stories there. I wouldn't really recommend it though. It's not the most cheerful of reading.
Firstly, if anyone that reads this, had blood products or blood transfusions in the 70's and 80's, I can't warn you strongly enough... get to your doctor and get checked out for Hepatitis.
I'd add HIV. But the people that got it are long dead, most when AIDS was still the "Gay Plague" only suffered by "Fags and Junkies." And who gave a toss about them. (For the PC Brigade, that's SARCASM). But if you fancy doing your own head in, you can read about the suffering in the books. But once again, I wouldn't recommend it as it's shocking heartbreaking stuff... babies dying of AIDS, victims being practically stoned and treated like Lepers were in the middle ages, awful stuff. I can only sympathise with what all HIV infected people endured on top of their illness... and still do to this day.
But here's where it concerns everybody... To add insult to injury to suffering, our Health Minister and the Guardian of our health and health service is not only conspiring to sell your NHS to the huge Pharmacutical Corporations that knowingly infected millions of people globally, that's the same corporations that deny all knowledge of us and won't pay compensation, and yep that liar, Jeremy C*nt, is now blaming the victims of this scandal for the long waiting times and inferior front line service that people are enduring in our hospitals and doctors surgeries.
It's the aul ploy... divided and rule. Well, something had to be done as the victims were starting to get acknowledged and the public were starting to show sign of support.
I couldn't make it up. It's not some conspiracy theory. It's fact, indisputable fact. Jeremy C*nt is now blaming shoddy front line NHS service on the compensation paid to the victims of this tragedy/scandal. The really hilarious thing, nobody has been compensated.
Some victims, or survivors as most like to be known, have recieved means tested payments from charities. But the people who've recieved this pittance are the illest of all the victims. And way beyond working, they have their benefits stopped/sanctioned when they get alms from the charities.
I've seen people, really ill people, hoping to get sicker because even ATOS "Doctors," or whatever other Corporate Conspirators, won't be able to declare them fit for work, nor sanction the pittance they are forced to live on. You know the sort, they're never off the telly, the work shy, feigning to be ill, them Bloody Scroungers that make Ian Duncan Cut Up Credit Card Smith's "Blood Boil!"
There's far too much for me to remember or write in here. But I could go on and on and on. Well, I ramble worse than Mrs Doyle now anyway. And I can't think straight. I get confused. I forget things, like where I am, what I'm doing, saying and so on. I repeat myself, a lot. So I apologise for the bad spelling, grammar, rambling and all that malarkey. But I suffer what is quaintly known as "Brain Fog." But to be honest, there's fuck all quaint about suddenly not knowing where you are or what you're doing, especially on a motorway.
In fact, I'm now going to give up driving, as I'm a Father and a Grandfather. So, I can't cope with the thought of, well, you get my drift... But I've already been told I've lost at least 10 years off me own life. I'm not after sympathy. I know where to find that in the Dictionary. Besides, I could do with the rest anyway. I'm knackered. But I'm fucked if I'm meekly leaving my Grandchildren to the "Care" of the corporations and politicians that gave this to me and won't do a thing for me, except turn people against me and use me as a "Junkie, Alkie, Sexcase," patsy to sell our NHS. Fuck them. I'll fight the bastards till I drop.
I apologise for the bad language. I'm a working class lad, an I've got a bit of a cob on. But I haven't even began to tell why and there's no way I can get through it all here. But here's something I'd like to say...
The man I met this morning, and a couple of thousand like him, were actually used as guinea pigs by the Pharmicutical Corporations. Yep. It's fact. And, after meeting the fella and learning what I've learned through my own illness over the last 12 months, if anyone starts telling me about tinfoil hats, I'll be more than glad to get banned off here for my answer.
Being thought of as a promiscous, intraveinous drunkard, for having HepatisC , Chirosis and manky blood, is bad enough. I won't wear the conspiracy crackpot accusations. It's checkable fact, even though it's been hidden by succsesive governments for over 30 years. And they're going to string it out for as long as they can, as at least one of us dies every month.
Maybe that shouldn't concern me, as I got infected through blood transfusions in America. So I won't get a meg. From what I first read about it I thought I'd have to sue the Big Pharma corporations. And I thought I already knew the result of that, and what it would cost me... Wrong. A group of American victims/survivors sued, and won. But the American Government blocked the result and any payments... Too Big To Fail and all that.
So, nothing do with me, nah, I cannot warn you strongly enough... do all you can to stop TTIP. Well, if somebody doesn't, you and your kids health care will be at the mercy of the corporations that done this, and the politicians that aided and abbetted them.
Oh well, I'm off down the soup kitchen now. Thankfully, not to eat, not just yet, anyway. I'm going to talk to a few people, and try to do the little I can to fight these bastards before I'm too ill. And I will be really ill soon as I see my Liver Doctors in a couple of weeks. And they won't be able to give me the new medicines because the corporations that done this to me, are charging the NHS 45k per treatment and most victims need at least 2 courses of the new "Miracle Cure."
Cure my arse. It doesn't cure anything. There is no cure. The new medicines halt the virus in it's tracks and stop the damage it's already done from progressing. But I'd settle for that, as the old meds aren't guaranteed to work. And they make the sufferer even sicker than the disease. But I'm not that arsed about loosing all me teeth and hair as most have gone in the last 18 months anyway. But I have to do what I can now, before the pains, fatigue and illness stops me.
Sorry to be going on about me, me, me. But I'm only starting to learn about all this and I only really have myself to use as a reference. But as I said, better that than my Grandchildren and yours.
PS... I bet Doctor Beaker, maybe Maggie May, or defo John Mac, if he sees it, are the first to call me David Ike.