How much longer?

I look to the mainstream media for some honest reporting and perspective – Ha!

I look to the Opposition for some counter-arguments, some persuasive alternatives – Ha!

And I look to the Government – yeah, that body of representatives whose wages we pay to manage our common affairs and interests on our behalf. That bunch of cretins who fought tooth and nail for the chance to be in charge and will no doubt convince themselves to try again in 2015. Ha!

For how much longer do the good people of this country have to bang on about the need for repairs and new infrastructure? I shan’t patronise with a list, for it is endless – and the number of people ready, willing and able to participate in such large and essential projects is also becoming endless. But you don’t need me to explain about the scourge of unemployment, the reasons for underemployment, the plight of our untrained and despondent youth, the complete and utter waste of brain and brawn…

How many times do the good citizens of this country need to suggest the lowering of house prices – both for sale and rent? How many times do we need to explain that the landlords are the rentiers; that the surveyors and mortgage companies determine what a property is worth?

How many people need to be made homeless before it’s acknowledged that there are not enough affordable houses? How much longer will the Government get away with this bedroom tax abomination, given that for many, that bedroom is not an extra room at all and in light of there being no alternative housing for those who would be happy to downsize?

For how much longer are the lucky employers of this country going to have their wages bill subsidised by the government in the form of tax credits? For how much longer will the taxpayers put up with their hard-earned contributions going to this curious and very uncapitalist subsidisation of wages?

When is someone going to say that paying some poor sop a pittance to look after someone else’s kid so the parent can go and work for another pittance is just plain crazy and mostly serves a cold and futile ideology? Where on earth did this obsession come from that every single adult must work in some governmentally recognised capacity for it to even be considered a worthwhile occupation?

When is someone going to tell that Iain Dontcare Smith that a few disabled people aren’t going to save the economy by being made to work at some meaningless job which still requires loads of government subsidy because employers tend to have to be blackmailed into employing them? Whose needs is IDS serving?

When is someone going to ram this empty but plainly loaded “make work pay” phrase up the ivory towers of these disingenuous MPs? We all know it’s not about getting a wage you can live on, but about reducing benefits to a level on which you obviously can’t. Given the magnificent economic incompetence of this Coalition, this is a nasty attitude at best.

But then, when is the good British public going to tell this government that all their welfare reforms are cruel, given the economic climate? That if you want to weed out the genuinely feckless or lazy, you have to provide a climate in which they become self-evident rather than merely accused as such by carping government ministers and high-horsed media stenographers. Apparently “welfare’ shouldn’t be a lifestyle choice” but who is in charge and who hasn’t provided any real alternatives? When will the public ask whose “choice” it actually is?

When will the good people remind this government and media that Brits are perfectly happy to do the jobs immigrants do, that it’s not the nature of the job but the deliberately low wages these jobs come with? When will the public realise that it’s only possible to live on such poor wages when you’re single and prepared to share your accommodation with 20 other people because you imagine and hope that this will be temporary? When will government and media acknowledge that it is policy and slack stewardship which create the climate possible for both immigrants and British citizens to be exploited and undercut in their wages, working conditions and accommodation?

And when, oh when will the good people of this country stop blaming immigrants and Europe for all the ills which plague this nation? When will it realise that Europe doesn’t just hand down some edict which can’t be questioned or modified – that governments are largely free to interpret most EU guidelines in their own ways and that that is exactly what they do. It’s called expedient political gaming when a government claims its hands are tied by Europe.

When are the good people going to tell this government that they know who makes the rules by which HMRC must operate? The likes of Amazon and Google are doing what any business would be sensible to do: maximising their profits and paying out as little in tax and other overheads as they can get away with. Who sets the rules? Who decides what ‘evasion’ is and what is ‘avoidance’?

When are the good people of this country going to rail at the government for its bigotry and ineptitude? When are the rational citizens going to declare war on short-sighted, ignorant, crass and divisive policies?

I’m not looking for answers here. This is just a rant. Like you, I already know what I want most of the solutions to look like.

The ‘Conviction Politician’

The ‘conviction politician’ doesn’t mess with compromise

Though the lies are still forthcoming when they see the chance

Of running is at risk of unbecoming

Should they then be called upon

To elaborate on detail and thus see their grand idea fail

And the path on which they travel subsequently would unravel

Thus they spin upon the pin of dogma’s song.

 

The conviction politician has no given to be wise

As the blind support of dumb accord is riven by the distance

From reality’s insistence,

Demonstrated by repeat:

That a powerful belief cannot guarantee relief by the virtue

Of its certainty – deludeds have them too

And it’s what the despots do.

 

The conviction politician isn’t missing or passé, but careers

Get in the way and their courage is reduced as their principles

Come loose and like puppets acquiesce to the panic

And the flavour of the day. They are afraid

To use persuasion and reveal their motivation

So conspire to subvert the faith of those they should convert

So that nobody is served and,

Anyway…

Anyone can have conviction, be they hero, fool or villain

It’s the merit that needs testing, I would say.

 

So give us your convictions, please,

Without the filter – unrefined. Align us

Through integrity; with intellect

And passion, unapologetic for

The merit of the rationale – and by the How. So

Honour and respect both concept and electorate.

State Shoots Liberty

Just as a golem wrecks at its own pace

And self-indulgent power learns to thrive;

There at ground level Mercy yearns to drive

Humanity upon a wheel of Grace

And Tyranny’s obsessions to displace

Unto eternity. From lack derives

A paranoia willed; Fear kept alive

By misery as great as ever faced.

Swap Honour for dogmatic spin as slick

As oil. Give us your lies, your metaphors,

Your huddled, clichéd, empty rhetoric,

The grasping garbage of your scheming jaws.

Bring on the vague but weighted wordsome tricks,

And skim the Truth beyond the darkened shore.

 

Based on ‘The New Colossus’ by American poet Emma Lazarus (1849–87), a sonnet written in 1883. “In 1903, the poem was engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the lower level of the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Colossus

I’m tired of this myth of ‘choice’

I’m tired of this myth of ‘choice’ that says

We have to voice our preference for a school

Or shop around for fuel to heat our homes

And cook our meals. And I don’t want to deal with

Competition, guile and clout or frustration fed on doubt

For my children’s education or well-being. I just

Want my nearest school to be as good as all the rest

For no child to be betrayed nor any parent left bereft

Because they can’t afford to buy a private ‘best’.

And you can ditch that empty pitch of ‘switching’

As the glitch of penalties inhibits changes

Of supplier -

And the competition bit you hail:

Your holy grail,

Propels the billing ever higher.

Surely for the Common Good,

There are some services that should be owned

By everyone and deemed as assets to have pride in

Not on loan to profiteers. Lord, when you think of all

The years, the wasted money and resources and

Imagine how much better off we’d be now if

The stinking troughs of Thatcher and the PFIs of Blatcher

Had just never been begun…

Where We Are

Bedrooms: taxed.

Benefits: capped.

NHS: privatised.

Legal Aid: capsized.

Rights? Being scrapped.

 

Tramping down.

Clamping down.

Liars seeding,

Feeding

Lies to lies.

Trap and tap the populace,

So easily despised.

 

Thank the finest boys of Eton

For the food stamps you are needing.

 

Growth?

Offshore.

Investment opportunities galore!

If you are rich…

‘Ain’t life a bitch -

Getting tax cuts -

Profiteering from the poor?

 

Oh… and war.

 

Children homogenised.

Processed fate.

State-groomed serfdom -

Ripening hate.

 

Confidence: none.

Hope…

Nope.

Still…

 

Some things are new, under this sun:

Survival is living;

Taking is giving;

Judgement means caring;

And inequality?

Well, that’s for sharing.

Playing With Rights

Picking and choosing

To shore up your stance

Be it ECHR

Or a domestic chance

To do over some section

Of Society,

Be they poor or disabled,

Low-incomed – you see

As expendable our laws

And rights when it suits you -

You boot them aside

Beyond Scrutiny’s sight.

And the world watches on

Split by shock and delight

At the cynical way

You subtract as you like

With no honour,

The codes of a civilised life.

You diminish our name

And you shame -

How you shame us!

Farewell to ‘good form’ and

Fair play in exchange for

Some fancy more fitting of

Dictatorship taking every

Advantage of all disadvantage

Imprisoned in your vice-like grip.

General Election

We submit our objection

To your misdirection

And ripping apart of our seams.

We demand some correction by General Election

To save us from your crazy schemes.

We’ve made our inspection

Of your poor protection

And find it is wanting in deed.

We insist on reflection and General Election

With growing impatience and need.

We suffer infection

By your faux perfections

Induced by your ideals and creeds.

To avoid insurrection give General Election

As purge of your tumorous weeds.

We condemn your erection

Of onanist sections

That waste what you’ve given away.

We demand re-collection by General Election:

Redress to appalling decay.

We announce our rejection

Of moral confections

And doublespeak easy forays.

We instruct new selection by General Election:

The way and the day for our say.