The public sector are also to blame as anybody who has tried to look after their folks will know. The so called chief executive - with no shareholders or and a job for life - of West Dorset is totally responsible for the death of my parents and at least one other in Lyme Regis. Corby councillors also have blood on their hands, and I suspect this is true of all councils if one looks close enough. These parasites can and will do what they like because there is nothing that we can do short of withholding council tax.
With a modern legal system that wasn't based on precedent (the earth goes around the sun shysters) many councillors/freemasons would be in jail. If this was China some Lyme Regis councillors would be executed!

The conservatives have signed their own death warrant when they say we are all in it together, while the public can see barley educated councillors pulling in up to 200k pa. Good way to start a riot!

Sadly, cruelty is not an occasional throwback to some remote Dickensian past.
Things like this happen, at least in part because work in the care sector has a low status and wherever it is performed it is usually low on resources. I'm sorry to say that abuse has always happened and will continue to do so.

In 1975 and briefly, I worked in a local authority run mental hospital on one of the 'low grade' adult male wards. Nursing staff were qualified and unionised. Pay and conditions, though not brilliant, comparable with other nursing work. 'Low grade' (a terrible term, which hopefully is no longer used) patients can be difficult and it can be an area where improvements or progress can be extremely small, but I was shocked at what I saw on the ward I worked on.

One patient had the greatest difficulty walking. Several of the staff thought he used this to get others to do things for him. On one day, as an afternoon shift staff nurse walked onto the ward to begin his shift, the patient was walking with great difficulty across the dayroom. The staff nurse ran to him, performed a flying drop kick, and the patient fell crying onto the floor. Staff cheered and the patient remained on the floor for several minutes until one of the more civilised nurses helped him up.

Another time, I had to bath a patient, a young man who spent his day in a wheelchair. I had been told he was mute and in my four months on that ward, I had never seen him talking. As I bathed patients, I spoke to them. Even if they couldn't reply, it seemed the only thing to do, and it helped my sanity. On this particular day, I said something to him and ended my sentence with the words, 'didn't you, John?'. I was utterly shocked when he replied, 'yes!'

Another patient, a young man who was physically fit and active used to wander onto the dormitory and chew the furniture. Incidentally, and lest we forget, he was one of the several on that and other wards who was freely acknowledged onto be a victim of the whooping cough vaccine. I was always saddened when elderly parents would arrive during weekend visiting hours. Having destroyed several items of furniture, the staff requested that the patient have his teeth removed. The psychologist, whose cooperation was required for this to be approved naturally refused to condone this, but in all the time I worked there, he was never called in to recommend programs that might help patients.

I learned an awful lot in that job, but was happy to leave and return to college. The expectations of those patients were extremely low. Not all staff were brutes; some were lovely and caring people, but even the caring staff, with so little time for anything other than the basic care were unable to supply the real interaction that might have helped the patients grow in some way.

Things move on. The hospital I worked in is long closed and those patients who survive have moved into the community. But over the same time, Britain has continued its not so genteel decline and in the successive years, the sort of in service training that, it might be hoped, would help improve those patients' lot has fallen as a priority.

I know there are communities that care for individuals that have high care needs. In some, individuals who would have been institutionalised are treated as the individuals they still are. But such places do what they do at very high cost- something that neither public nor private sector have. What right have we have to wring our hands or to expect that such things should remain in a Dickensian past?

The connection between the profit motive and the abuse is surely very clear.

Employing anyone you can get at the lowest possible rate you can get away with and having half hearted management structures doesn't cause abuse in itself, but surely makes it more likely.

On the other hand, paying a decent wage, taking time and care with recruitment and supporting staff properly costs money and reduces profits. Guess why it doesn't happen?

When I ran a care home I filled the staff vacancies with unqualified people, shipped in workers for my own profit and did not care about the patients, and approved if the the patients starved slowly, as long as it helped my profit margin, as are a multimillionaire whom needs incentives to remain fleecing Britain before I go back home to my country, and the frustrated staff I employed well they done alright and many would be on par with the Jimmy SoVile health care whilst living and dead policy and often took out the fact I kept them on low wages by abusing the patients, as it was the patients faults for being there, and was keeping the staff off the dole and out of psychiatric units for abuse of the vulnerable.

I soon look forward to the Cameron-Clegg initiative where they seek to help the elderly by freezing them to death - those that are younger will be in the new form of workhouse, called a death camp. I will do my best to buy dark satanic factories and then train the workforce to sleep five hours a day, have one meal and work seven days a week and will let them sleep in a room as have not an home to go to at the end of shift, those that cannot work any longer then can go in the furnace and keep the cost of importing fuel down for me.

Idi Amin : The Bunker Berlin.