Monday, 25 June 2012

'Hear that?'

‘That’s the sound of your career going down the toilet.’

This very charming threat came from bully-boy Gideon Osborne way back in 2010, when a highly controversial vote was approaching and the ‘top’ Tories in the new Coalition government were worried that certain of its MPs would vote against it. Gideon called in any potentially independently-minded MPs one by one, and made the nasty threat repeated above.

Morally repugnant, moi? Gideon and friend
Happy days.

In the real world there is no poetic justice, the shit-bags get away with murder, chickens do not come home to roost and miscreants are not hoist by their own petard (whatever that is).

But sometimes, just sometimes …

It is hard to decide, after a week – or a month actually – like the one we’ve just experienced, just who is the most blindingly incompetent politician of all. Would it be Cleggy, who pathetically flexed his puny muscles in Rio with the protective Atlantic between him and eternal damnation/electoral oblivion? Would it be Camoron, closeted with his taxman, railing against single mothers with no hint of irony about his friendship with 'baby-daddy' Boris, quaffing four glasses of wine with Sunday lunch then snoozing all afternoon while SamCam looks after his children (all 1, 2, oops of them)? Would it be Osborne, would it be Gove?

So many to choose from in the continuing omnishambolic state of the government.

I asked a comrade in arms (a well-known blogger) last week, what they would like me to chalk on Gove’s pavement, given that he lives near me (it’s ok I wouldn’t really). They said – surprisingly but rather stylishly I thought given Gove's fondness for the bible – ‘The Beatitudes’.

For anyone who might wish to draw parallels with our situation in Kensington and Chelsea, a microcosm in the worst possible way of all that is unjust in the world our current government is creating, you are welcome to do so.

I would never wish to see reflected in K&C anything like the arrogance, idiocy, short-sightedness, parsimony for some and indulgence for others, selfishness and plain cruelty that characterises our government. I would never wish to … but I do.

Listening to Camoron on Radio 4 this morning you just had to think, here is someone coming to the end of their useless career; the toilet is calling, can you hear it?

Sunday, 3 June 2012

'There is no future in England's dreaming'

When I looked around for some lateral thoughts on the Jubilee, I found a very powerful piece of poetry, as devastating today as when it was written 25 years ago.

In our topsy-turvy world the Coalition government is run by back to front thinkers. A Surrey Councillor said that chronically ill people should be moved into areas where the local health services put those suffering ‘self-inflicted’ illness to the back of the queue. So who would judge whether illness was ‘self-inflicted’ or not? – did you look both ways before you walked into the traffic, eaten too much red meat that could cause your cancer? Depressed? Bin the Prozac, pull yourself together, snap out of it!

This theme of punishing the vulnerable is prevalent throughout ConDem government thinking. They withdraw benefits from disabled people who can’t work, those with chronic pain or terminal illness. To punish people who can only afford to live in social housing, they cut the benefits. To force the unemployed to apply for work they are not qualified for, they threaten to take their homes. They are throwing a whole generation on the scrapheap.

Then they say, ‘we are all getting older …’. No we aren’t. You and I might live longer, but my next door neighbour might earn less than the London Living Wage, have had a lifetime of malnutrition and a rotten education, leading to a life expectancy of just 62, which is the average in some communities in North Kensington.


Some of us may never live long enough to draw a reduced subsistence pension. Some of us will literally have to work – if we can find work – until we drop.

The ConDems protect bankers’ bonuses and nurture top earners through tax breaks, while the 99% suffer creeping austerity, punitive attitudes to vulnerable people, and tolerance of intolerance. To add insult to injury the government has overseen the expenditure of £150m to mark the country’s subjugation by an archaic system that determines leadership by a DNA lottery. We’re all right Jack.

We are subjects ruled by Princes and run by PLANKS, plausible knaves, sophists, deceivers. All those swaggering, garrulous, domineering, sneering, bullying public schoolboys and others who emulate them know nothing, not even the price of milk, what LOL means, what a pasty tastes like, or just how much it costs to give dignified care to a dementia sufferer.  

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