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tiredofsatansbullshit · 1 year

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Bruce: There’s my little babies!! Do you guys want some cookies?? I love you all so so much!!

Bruce’s children, covered in blood and all holding multiple weapons that are also covered in blood: Yeah!

#idk what this is #here you go #the product of my sleep #deprivation #is this coherent??#does it even make sense??#idk #anyways #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #batman #batfam #batfamily shitpost

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mapsontheweb · 2 months

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Deprivation rate among young people in Europe

#maps #deprivation #europe #2022

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d4xis · 6 months

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inspired by original art - HIROYUKI OZAKI

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blackrosesandwhump · 6 months

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Oooh, ooh, I just had a whump idea:

Force your whumpee into a deprivation tank for hours at a time. Surround them with empty silence until they can't take it anymore.

Deprivation always has interesting effects on whumpees...

#whump idea #whump thoughts #whump prompt #deprivation #sensory deprivation #deprivation tank

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awesomecooperlove · 4 months

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👿👿👿ONE OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER IS TRANSHUMANISM👾👾👾

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writerystuff · 9 months

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POETS, TAKE NOTE

"I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any — after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think? Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

[A poem] "represents the mastering, even if just for a moment, of the pessimism and the melancholy, and enables you, you the poet, and you, the reader, to go on."

– Philip Larkin

#poets #poetry #writing poetry #unhappiness #deprivation #Philip Larkin #endurance #pessimism #melancholy

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dog-house-riley · 1 month

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#Damilola Taylor #RIP #good coming from bad #London #deprivation #poverty

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damien-wolfram-art · 7 months

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A Little Parting Gift

Menma had never really gotten along with Sasuke. Sasuke was all the things Menma wasn’t. He was charming, amiable, popular, and naturally gifted. Furthermore, Sasuke had the support of his family. That was what got to Menma the most, because no matter how hard Menma worked, no matter what jutsus he mastered, no matter how much control over his Nine Tailed Fox he demonstrated, he could never be more than a precious child.

Everyone in the damned Hidden Leaf Village treated him like he had no place as a shinobi. He was deprived of his dignity, but it would all end soon. He scratched his scalp; it was itchy from the dye he used to change his appearance. He always liked the look of black on himself. The new color, outfit change, and fox mask he got from a matsuri a while back would make him unrecognizable. He took one final glance back at his empty living room; his mother and father were away on a mission. Then, he left it like he intended to leave it all.

If only it were so easy. It was near midnight and most of the village was asleep. He was mere steps from the border at the A-Un gate when he heard him, “Awfully late for someone to be lurking about. You wouldn’t be up to no good, would you? Sorry to pry, but I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Are you passing through?”

It just had to be him, Sasuke Uchiha. His very presence made his skin crawl. Sasuke’s usual posse of girls wasn’t with him. This made him wary. What was he doing up then? Curiosity got the better of him. He donned his mask and then turned to face his rival. The wind caught in his black fur collared blue cloak.

“Ominous,” Sasuke hummed. “I’ll have you know my father runs the police force around here and my brother is in the Akatsuki. I’d think twice about causing trouble.”

Menma laughed, focusing on keeping the pitch of his voice lowered, “Oh yeah?” It occurred to him that Sasuke might be useful for once so his aura suddenly became heavy and his shadow style chakra flared. “Y’know what? I don’t see either of them here.” He spread his arms wide and approached Sasuke. “In fact, all I see is an Uchiha runt– one who doesn’t even possess the mangekyo sharingan.”

“You sure seem to know a lot about me,” said Sasuke, feigning confidence. “But who exactly are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Know your enemy, right?”

“It won’t matter soon enough. I’ve found a use for you.”

“Wait, what?”

The masked man levitated from the ground a bit and then, with blinding speed comparable to the Leaf’s Yellow Flash, he nearly teleported behind Sasuke. Before Sasuke could even think, “He’s fast!” Menma delivered a swift blow to the back of his neck, incapacitating him.

Sasuke woke to the clattering of gears and a blaring headache. He was tied to a post with some sort of sealing jutsu. He groaned, drawing the attention of this captor who was only a few meters away. “So, you’re finally awake?” Asked the masked man.

Sasuke now realized how serious this was. He tugged at his restraints, but they did not budge. “What’s going on? Where did you bring me?” He asked.

“This is The Training Cave. The very place Lord Jiraiya taught Minato Namikaze, The Yellow Flash,” Menma explained. Soon it would be his lair– a testament to how he would prove his worth and surpass his father. “It is also the place where I will gather up kekkei genkai. Just. Like. Yours.” With each word, he closed the distance between himself and Sasuke until he was crouched before him.

Eye to eye with this masked man, Sasuke felt fear creeping in on him, but stronger still, he sensed something. He knew him. He just needed more time to figure out who he was. “I thought my sharingan was worthless to you,” he prodded.

The masked man laughed again. Beneath his facade squeaked a slight falsetto, “That is true, but only if they remain as they are,” his tone darkened. “However, if I were to force you to awaken your mangekyo sharingan… heh you might be useful after all. I think I’d like one.”

Sasuke recoiled and croaked, “F-Force?” His eyes were wide in disbelief. To force the awakening of an Uchiha’s sharingan to any degree meant serious emotional and/or physical distress.

“Yes,” uttered the masked man, poised to inflict his harm.

Sasuke winced, but when his kidnapper made no move, he gazed at him in confusion. There was nothing moral stopping Menma, but it occurred to him that he had his rival completely and utterly at his mercy for the first time. He wanted to do something extravagant.

Catching his fist in his hand, Menma decided. “You…… you like women, don’t you?” He asked.

Sasuke was even more confused by this. Of course he did. He surrounded himself with them for a reason. It was fun to talk to them and to feel like he was valued, but why would this masked man ask about that? “Uh yeah?” He answered weakly.

“Perfect,” Menma growled. Finally, there was something he could take from Sasuke for all those times he made him feel like all his efforts were for naught. “Then, I will be your partner. I will make you come for me.”

“What?” Sasuke gasped, but the masked man did not hesitate. In mere moments, he was perched on Sasuke’s lap. His gloved hands made quick work brushing aside Sasuke’s purple button up and reaching under his black V-neck to grab a hold of his nipples. Rubbing them between his fingers made Sasuke let out a breathy moan.

This was not the only effect Menma had on Sasuke. He could feel his captive stiffening beneath him, so he rolled his hips hard on top of him. “Already? Sas-uke-kun?”

Sasuke grimaced uncomfortably and moaned again– this time, shamefully. How could he allow a man to make him feel such things? He shut his eyes tight and held his breath. If he could just block the masked man out, then maybe he could pull through.

Menma was never one to quit though. Seeing what his rival intended to do, he acted quickly. Putting himself between Sasuke’s legs, he groped at the bulge in his forest green pants. When Sasuke didn’t react, Menma got more aggressive. He undid his pants, reached into his boxers, and pulled out his member, scoffing in annoyance. Of course, Sasuke was longer than he was. What didn’t he beat him at?

Menma pushed the vexing thought aside. He would beat him now. That much was certain. He began to stroke him– at first gently with fingers. Sasuke’s plan wasn’t working. If anything, the sensory and breath deprivation was only pushing him further into ecstasy. When he panted to catch his breath, he hardened more and Menma moved quicker.

Sasuke began to squirm. His legs squeezed around Menma’s and when he felt him slow down occasionally, he throbbed to meet his unrelenting fingertips. Menma leaned the mouth of his mask close to Sasuke’s ear. “You have no idea how good it feels to finally beat you. I am so sick of being underestimated. And when I’m done with you, it’ll be the rest of that damned Leaf Village. My father… The Kage… And in time, the world will know the power of my amassed kekkei genkai. You can try to deny me, but like all the others who will try to stop me, you too will fail. They will come to acknowledge me. And you, Sasuke, will come for me!” His whisper worked up to a shrill yell and his hand from gentle stroking to pounding.

The voice was too familiar. “M-Menma?” Sasuke gasped, opening his eyes to see if he was right, but he couldn’t take it any longer. The tightness in his lower belly gathered and many of his muscles began to involuntarily contract. He came all over Menma’s glove and the belts that wrapped it.

Menma would’ve relished in this moment of Sasuke thrusting into his hand and the star pattern in his eyes if he hadn’t just been correctly identified. He sucked his teeth and stood up, grumbling, “You just had to stick your nose into a place it didn’t belong didn’t you…”

He would’ve killed him right then and taken his eyes if it weren’t for what Sasuke said next, “I’m so sorry, Menma. I-I didn’t know…”

He really was annoying.

Instead, Menma clasped his hands together with the index and middle fingers raised to form the sign of the tiger and channel his chakra. “Just shuddup! I don’t need any of your stupid apologies!” He screamed, making no attempt to mask his voice anymore and slamming his open right hand onto the ground. A bit of Sasuke’s seed spread from the site of impact and an eight-pronged seal continued further still until it encompassed Sasuke.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Suppress,” Menma choked out and Sasuke’s head fell limp. He carried him back to The Leaf and left him on a bench. He would wake up and remember nothing.

Menma had never really gotten along with Sasuke. Sasuke was all the things Menma wasn’t, but Sasuke had shown him empathy. For that, Menma would let him live. He would find his sharingan elsewhere.

@narutokinktober

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snowfolly · 3 months

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for the WIP ask game- those titles are all great and have me intrigued, but if I have to pick just one: All Things Devour

Thanks so much for the ask! I got the title of this one from a song that I do love, and I don’t have a ton written on it but here’s a bit of it!

“It had seemed to Astarion that all he had ever known was hunger. Before his death he had only been peckish though, rising in the ranks of Baldurian society he had gathered a taste for riches and glamour.

He had sampled the gilded crumbs of debauchery amongst the elite and he had found them quite to his liking. He had enrobed himself in silks and diamonds, had sipped wine from gold and crystal goblets, both of which cost more than most peasants would ever see in a lifetime. He had indulged in carnal pursuits used to grandstand and garnish attention and ultimately he had become a glutton for power, power which led to his famine.

Astarion had never known true hunger like the ever unsatiated, unnatural emptiness that had taken over every shred of his being after his untimely death. He was voracious, animalistic, violently craving the blood of sentient creatures every single second of his pathetic undead existence.

But he had been denied that abundance every single second.

He had been starved to the brink of madness for nearly two hundred years.

But he hadn’t been broken.”

#thank you for the ask!#astarion #wip #astarion fic #tw hunger #hunger #deprivation #tw deprivation

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heart-songs · 1 month

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*after Snigdha Koirala

I starved made a habit of wanting nothing I keep starving, I starve myself into the depths of delusion so hungry my hunger shakes the fruit from these limbs so hungry I eat my own heart out.

- Cora Finch

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girlsdressingrooms · 1 year

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Juno Calypso, “The Fantasy Suite”

#art #design #fantasy #bathroom #bathtub #heart-shaped #juno calypso #mirrors #deprivation #sensory #pink #motel

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socks-pawn · 1 year

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Given the rendoc rival thing happening rn, idk which I enjoy more: spoiled dog being put in his place, or roaring beast being tamed

On one hand: ren is power hungry, and pushing everyone too far, there’s a line in the sand and he crossed it. And there’s only one person who can properly put the king in his place and teach him a lesson.

Perhaps it’s an event of itself. Remind the king his power comes from the people. He is only king because the hermits want him to be. Social contract and all that… so, why not let the Hermits decide when ren gets to finish.

Ren, naked on the floor in his own throne room, clawing desperately on the stone floor, barely making sense and he begs. Doc has already came inside him, impulse on his face, grian and gem down his throat, etc. And when the hermits need a break, a toy is rocked in and out of ren.

He doesn’t know how long he’s like that, but it feels like forever.

I’m sure there’s one point when whoever is behind ren at that point, probably doc, since he’s in charge here, grabs him by the hair, and forces him to look at his audience. His cheeks are soaked, crown having fallen off hours ago, lips bruised. He hiccups around a wail as Doc nails his prostate again, and doc tells him if he wants to finish, he’s gotta convince the hermits. And so ren starts babbling, begging, in between the broken noises of getting railed. And gem just giggles at his efforts and calls him cute, grian scoffs and rolls his eyes, and impulse coos and says he can go one more round.

And ren is helpless. A mutt like him is probably collared and leased. Left to desperately rut at the stone floor for any kind of stimulation to his dick, as if it’ll do anything against the metal cock cage. But instincts and desperation are all he has now.

And finally, finally, the group takes pity on him and doc unlocks the cage. It takes a handful of orgasms to calm ren down fully, and by the end, he can barely keep his eyes open. But he’ll be damned if he forgets who has the real power ever again.

(The bath and gentle kisses and massage he gets afterwards help remind him too)

On the other hand!! The Rens royal court showing up to the perimeter. Doc has consistently refused to recognize the crown and their authority, and it’s time to wrangle him.

He doesn’t go down easy, but between cleo and scar, they manage to get him tied up. And then ren decides they’re gonna have a “nice chat.” The entire time ren gives his big speech officially declaring the perimeter under the ownership of the crown, yada yada, he runs his hands over docs sensitive horns.

At the end, doc is gritting his teeth to keep from making a noise, and ren looks down at him and says “now, are you going to yield the easy way, or the hard way,” and when doc bares his teeth it’s pretty clear which one is about to happen

They decide to do it right there, in docs home, since, bdubs reasons, it’ll be way more impressive that ren tamed the beast than just captured him! From there they make quick work tying doc to his own bed, and then adding chains just to be safe. And then the teasing really begins… Hands on docs nipples, nails caressing his horns, kitty licks on his dick, teeth on his thighs. He cannot physically lean into every touch, but his body sure wants to. His resolve is strong though.

What tips him over, is when one of them, god knows which one, finds the off switch for his eye. The switching of it makes him thrash for just a moment, but then one of them laughs. A moment later, his other eye is covered by some kind of cloth. He cannot see at all, and it’s such a strange sensation. Or rather, depravation.

No longer can be prepare for any of their touches, and it’s not long after that, one particularly rough bite on his neck makes him keens. All movement pauses, and he whimpers, and fuck he knows they’re all snickering and grinning. But without his sight he cannot brace for the way they all immediately continue at double speed. And half caught up in the moment, half vindictively, he doesn’t warn them before he finishes. There’s a soft gasp from one of them, he doesn’t even try to identify who.

When he manages to come fully back to reality, there’s someone nudging at his entrance. He distantly remembers fingers there only a bit ago. At this point, it’s all hazy and he doesn’t care much. The slide inside is easy, and he’s so full, his dick twitches. Now he knows the chuckle above him is ren. Even more so when he feels the brief caress of fur as sharp canines sink into his neck. And then his hips start up, and doc desperately tugs at the chains. He wants to touch, to hold, it’s driving him insane.

And he gets right to the brink. He’s so close. And ren stops, and demands he ask his king for permission. Perhaps a couple hours ago, doc would’ve spat at him. But now, all he does is swallow his ego and begin to beg quietly. His voice is rough, raspy, but he can feel ren twitch inside him anyway. And when he finishes talking? Ren begins to move again, and the praise begins. And oh, Oh.

(The next couple hours are a haze of gentle hands, whispered praises, and lots of cuddling)

Holy shit, thank you ‘nonnie for these two amazing scenarios. Fucking *chef kiss* gonna be thinking bout these all day ….. alfjfaksdasgkgkaafsl

#anon ask #dcm #rndg #restraints mention #overstim kink #deprivation

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blackrosesandwhump · 2 years

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Whump Concept: Deprivation Mask

Here's an idea: a deprivation mask, an all-in-one device made to deprive your whumpee of sight, sound, taste, speech, and air, all at the same time!

Imagine this:

No light. The eye piece locks over your whumpee's eyes, acting as a solid blindfold, blocking out their sense of sight as long as the device is worn.

No sound. Their hearing is blocked by ear flaps that, like the eye piece, secure over their ears and remain in place until the mask is completely removed.

No taste or speech. The mask forces your whumpee's mouth shut, removing their ability to speak or cry out or make any sound that involves opening their mouth.

Limited air flow. Holes placed where your whumpee's nose will be allows them to continue breathing, but only through their nose, and with a decreased amount of oxygen. Your whumpee may experience lightheadedness during their imprisonment.

Imagine how useful this device could be for punishment, torture, revenge, or just because. And of course, the deprivation effect can always be intensified by restraining your whumpee while they wear this delightful accessory.

Feel free to reblog with additions or thoughts!

#whump #whump concept #whump idea #whump inspiration #deprivation #sensory deprivation #oxygen deprivation #blindfolded #punishment #torture #torture whump #captivity #captivity whump #imprisonment #whumpblr #this is actually based on a daydream i had while half asleep

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bshocommons · 1 year

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It doesn’t take long for children to teach themselves not to want what they’ve already learned they won’t have.

Ashley C. Ford, Somebody's Daughter

#commonplace book #ashley c ford #somebody's daughter #deprivation #childhood

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much-ado-about-whumping · 1 year

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For @haro-whumps - thanks for voting!!! Here's a teeny tiny snippet about a new homebrewed blorbo of mine.

Prompt: whumpee thinks caretaker is their new whumper

CWs: blood mention, captivity whump, referenced noncon, deprivation, referenced manipulation

Óscar doesn't know how long it's been.

The Captain usually visits him nightly, but Óscar is sure it's been more than a day since the last time he made his presence known.

At first, he was relieved to have what seemed a luxurious amount of time to rest, to heal. The Captain had been growing increasingly cruel of late, his rage and frustration stamped across Óscar's brown skin in patches of blues and purples, his self-importance streaking red down Óscar's thighs. For a time, the extra hours left unmolested had felt like a blessing.

But the time ticked by, and Óscar has grown hungry, thirsty, cold. It's pitch-dark in the cell since the last torch burned out, and he hears nothing but his own soft, frightened breathing. He's thought about calling out, but he thinks this must be a test. His Captain has tested him before.

It feels like a long time that he's alone in the darkness, in the cold, before he hears something else. There are voices, three of them, soft. There's a clatter of footfalls. There's a soft rush of air as a torch catches alight. And finally, finally, there's the creak of a heavy, iron-braced cell door opening.

"Lady of Mercy," someone says softly. The torchlight hurts his eyes. Óscar doesn't mean to be disobedient - really, he doesn't - but he flinches away, hides his face.

Don't hide yourself from me, slut, says the Captain in his head, and he winces and raises his face to the light, forcing his eyes open. Christ, his head aches.

The torchlight reflects back upon a man's face. Óscar thinks with a pang that he's sorry this man will be hurting him - his eyes look like they should belong to someone kind.

#captivity whump #implied or referenced noncon #blood mention #deprivation #emotional manipulation #haro-whumps #voting ficlet challenge #rescue #ps óscar doesn't know this yet but his new buddy's name is yves #óscar and yves #bel's ocs #bel's writing

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eaglesnick · 1 year

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The Moral and Mathematical Consequences Of Sunak’s Socio-Economic Policies.

One of the few new policies announced by Rishi Sunak is the drive to improve mathematical literacy.

“Right now, just half of all 16–19-year-olds study any maths at all. Yet in a world where data is everywhere and statistics underpin every job, our children’s jobs will require more analytical skills than ever before.

And letting our children out into the world without those skills, is letting our children down”. (Rishi Sunak: 04/01/23)

I couldn’t agree more. So, taking Sunak’s advice I am going to investigate poverty by looking at and analysing the various data banks looking at UK poverty and its consequences.

My first set of data comes from the Health Foundation and their investigation into deprivation and excess deaths. Dividing the population into deciles (10 groups) according to the amount of deprivation experienced, they found that:

“If the five worst off deciles experienced the mortality rates of the better off half of areas, in 2018 there would have been around 77,000 fewer deaths overall: 35,000 among women and 42,000 among men. If we reduced the inequality further, so that all areas experienced the mortality of the 10% of least deprived areas, there would have been 107,000 fewer deaths.” (The Health Foundation: Deprivation and excess deaths)

Conclusion: poverty = premature death

According to a study of 2019 figures by Loughborough University:

“…working-age adults (are) twice as likely to die below the poverty line as pensioners…”More than a quarter (28%) of adults of working age who died were estimated to have been in poverty, compared with 13% of those who died having reached pension age. (itvx: 12/05/22)

Conclusion: poverty = premature death of working age adults.

It is not only adults of working age who are more likely to die prematurely if they are living in poverty. A study by the National Child Mortality Database, delivered by the University of Bristol, using the government’s own ten deciles of deprivation, found that:

“Child mortality increased as deprivation increased. More specifically, on average, there was a 10% increase in the risk of death between each decile of increasing deprivation.” (NCDB: 13/05/21)

Conclusion: poverty = premature death of children.

These studies, and many like them, including data from the government’s own Office of National Statistics all tell the same story: POVERTY KILLS. At a time when the rich are becoming richer and the poor even poorer this means poverty-induced premature deaths among both adults and children in the UK is continuing to increase.

Meanwhile, multi-millionaires Sunak and Jeremy Hunt, are relentless in their determination to stop public sector workers receiving inflation matching pay awards. Instead, they expect these workers and their families to take yet another cut in their disposable income. In short, they are pushing economic policies that are deliberately increasing the number of UK families in poverty and the life-threatening consequences associated with increased deprivation.

Sunak and Hunt are both mathematically competent and can analyse the data connecting poverty and premature deaths themselves. But what good is an analytical mind if the connections between the data, their policies, increasing poverty, and premature deaths are deliberately ignored?

According to a study by the NHS about 700 child deaths a year could be avoided by reducing rates of deprivation. So, yes Mr Sunak, we are "letting our children down”, but not because they are lacking in data skills but because those with these skills choose to ignore the evidence that the data exposes.

Using the data provided above, it can be seen that Tory policies are responsible for the premature death of tens of thousands of British citizens of all ages, and that this figure is rising year on year.

You may be mathematically competent Mr Sunak but you are morally illiterate.

#rishi sunak.#premature death #deprivation #poverty #child deaths #millionaires #the poor #morality #mathematics

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