It is a disgrace the way we treat old people in this country, and how little we pay them to survive in this climate of austerity.
Even the NHS does not show them the courtesy and attention their age truly warrants. We hear disturbing and excruciating incidents of their being left unattended on hospital trolleys for as long as twenty-four hours, as if their welfare is of no paramount importance to the nation.
Maltreatment is not uncommon and it seems to occur in institutions and old age homes, where supposedly shelter is provided to shield them from the cruel world outside.
It is an irony of the worst kind that those whose task it is to protect them are the very people who sometimes abuse them. And the authorities do little to punish those responsible.
To make matters worse, our politicians are now falling over themselves in their quest to deprive the elderly of some of the benefits they have managed over the years to secure from the state. Cancel their free travel passes, they bellow. Abolish their entitlement to winter fuel, and a free television licence. And any supplementary benefits that can save the exchequer an astronomical sum of money, which they claim involves billions of pounds.
For what? may I ask.
Presumably, I guess, in order to finance the dreadful war in Afghanistan and in the process sacrifice the lives of our young soldiers, for no valid reason whatsoever. What a waste!
They even go as far as to discard the lessons of history to justify a useless and unwinnable conflict.
It is an outrage in a civilised society to have our priorities upside down, and bereft of any human consideration or compassion. Those who clamour to castigate old age pensioners from having a comfortable life after spending decades in hard work are themselves well provided for, and the majority born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They have never experienced want, and are therefore immune to the concept of poverty. To pull the Devil by the tail has never been a pattern of their lives.
Be that as it may, their rhetoric is indecent to say the least, and their overstretched gobs too ugly to behold or listen to. I despair.