To Mr David Cameron

Mr David Cameron,

Or should I call you ‘Dave’? Whatever. Like many in this land, I’ve got a ton of appropriate pseudonyms for you. But it is ‘Prime Minister’ – that leader label that I find wholly inappropriate. You wear it like a size twelve dress on a broomstick and, even if it did fit you better, it still wouldn’t suit you. No tailoring, no shaping belt, nor accessorizing scarf is going to hide that you are unsuitable for the responsibility of high office.

You are a vessel of utter neglect and incompetence.

I find the way you run the country to be so ridiculously inept as to be obscene. I’m looking at all the false economy; the division you are sowing; the forced decline in living standards; the outrageous arrogance of your ministers; your insultingly simplistic mindset; your superficial value-system and arbitrary beliefs; your ignorance that rides roughshod over nuance; your selective memory; your determination to preserve the neoconservative status quo; your obsession with growth and competition; your fixation with privatising everything. Your disingenuous attempts to dress up an entropic laissez-faire as liberty and choice while ensuring our national impoverishment are an affront to our intelligence.

You practise malfeasance on such an extraordinarily wide scale that I wonder: are you really that relentlessly useless or are you actually wicked? Either way, Call-me-Dave, you must know that you are abusing high office and serving us bunch of crap. I think historians and the social commentariat will be debating it for decades. What a legacy, eh, Dave?

Whichever it is; whether you are choreographing or surrendering, it’s grotesque. You and your party are becoming an unbearable burden on the citizens of this country. It will take an unfathomably high velocity to escape the damage you are wreaking with your ludicrous policies.

Your maladministration is toe-curling and, given your insistence on strutting your same rude, crude, feudal guff on the world stage, it is also excruciatingly embarrassing. Even would-be demigod, Tony Blair, managed to hide the full weight of his messiah-for-hire part until after he’d left office! You seem to have no such patience – nor even the sense! You’re a bloody fool and, whether you mean to be or not, a bloody dangerous fool.

If you go now, quickly and quietly, with at least an attempt at a graceful exit, perhaps the contempt, the scorn, the disrespect, the intense dislike, growing in the hearts and minds of the population: that may yet be diluted.

I suggest you leave, Mr Cameron; that you lead your neoliberal self and your party, towards your last hope at some honour and dignity. That way, Britain and her souls may recover some of theirs.

Regards, Juli

Friend or Foe?

It goes friend or foe –
Although..:

A friend in need is a friend
Indeed and never more so
Than a new-made frenemy
That shares his foes as a
Mutual enemy. For then that
Friend is a supersede and a
Friend in deed is expedient
Weaponry

Pleasantries done and the
Friend is spun. It’s a fair
Exchange then, to rearrange
Where the parties fit on the hit
Shit list. For birds of a feather
Must stick together, through
Thick and thin – when they’re
In, they’re out; when they’re
Out, they’re in.

So bury the hatchet and marry
The sin until nobody knows
Where the enemy ends and
The friend begins. It’s a perfect
Blend for a fair-weather trend –
Ever friend and foe, whether toe-
To-toe or a shoulder to cry on –
It’s the lie that The Powers That
Be most rely on.

As the idiom goes, either high
Or lower: keep your friends close
And your enemies closer for
There’s no love lost and there’s
No hate gained when the BFFs
Share the same bedbugs and
The rest of the world bears the
Gilded cost.

The world is built with no shred
Of guilt by false devils and gods
Who depend on true heresies
Extending supremacy and one
Must ask: if the emperor is naked
And the mask has dropped: then,
With friends like these, just who is
The enemy and don’t you think it is
Time this stopped?

The whole world wrought

What are we?
Who are we?
What have we become?
What have we done but
That we strut and curse
With Human ignorance
And hubris?

We sew pockets of hell on Earth
And fret when it’s too late
And still yet tell ourselves
That any fiction is infinitely better
Than to fess up; than to face our
Reaping

Wide,
The World weeps bloody tears
And suffocates under fractious clouds
That wreck and reek to retching

Sick, the planet heaves,
Clamouring for more glamour
And belief’s cold sweats

Adrenaline free-falling out of
Disconnect

Selective fear and fury
Horror
Paranoia
Stalks the Psyche;
Trammels
Into frozen thought and feeling

The whole world is reeling;
Dancing to discordant tunes

Tectonic Titans crunching
Crushing
Scraping scraps with blades

All is percussion
Gluttonous
And crashing

World made glass and straw
And poisoned shores
In hearts and thoughts
Polluting souls

The whole world wrought
To overwrought and overwhelm
And all for nought.

Lord Almighty, Cameron!

Lord Almighty, Cameron!

You’re a bloody joke!
It isn’t funny
It’s a farce
The sooner
You’re knocked
On your
Clumsy
Chumsy
Very pampered arse
The better.
You’re pathetic, man!

What, call yourself a leader?
Give me strength!

The lengths you’ve been to
To dispel all credibility is
Utterly outstanding.
Even poor old Gordon lacked
So much ability –
And that is no mean feat, now,
Is it?

You are just not fit
To grace the seat you’ve cheated,
Lied and spun
To take and keep
For it was never truly won
And what small right you had has
Gone

Vacate!
Vacate!
Evacuate our precious governmental space!

Go take your facile head out of
Our Face, you bleeding imbecile!
You sad disgrace!
It’s clear: you couldn’t steer
A guided missile and we’ve had it

Up to here

The only ‘British Value’ you supply is
Our acute embarrassment.
Now take your farty party and piss off
So that the rest of us can build a
Proper government.

But you were a great time, NHS

For the love of an institution
Cameron ablutes
Grooms by insincere oblations

Prowling with his airbrush

Lothario
Claims his muse
With effusive art
His heart
All sweeping proclamations
Of flattering attention

No mention
The fleeting passion of gratuitous gain
And one-way satisfaction stains
But you were a great time, NHS
He’s recommended you as game
To all his lusty friends who queue
In quest to love you just the same

Can we sue the Government?

Can we sue our government? I don’t know how feasible this is. There is no research in this post. This is because, not only am I no expert – not on anything actually (though I think I have more inkling than I’m allowing in this post) – but I am sensible enough to know that I could research until the cows come home and it will still come down to the will and authoritative arguments of those who are actually qualified – and maybe a jury. This is just a layperson putting an idea out and into the ether.

Unless one lives on another planet, is one of the deliberately deaf and blind Alright-Jacks or the I’ll-only-pay-for-mine Brigade, one can’t fail to register the growing inequality of treatment, wealth/prosperity and opportunity perpetuated by this Government. For those with eyes to see, the march towards a fascistic system is clearly in view. With mass subjugation by serfdom, corporate control and media-politico doublethink, many woken people have been rightly growing increasingly concerned for some time. And angry. So very angry. And so justifiably so.

We have no mechanism as a citizenry, to hold our governments officially to account, aside from elections. They fixed parliamentary terms with no counter-balance to get rid of an administration before a General Election and tell us they think an election every five years is sufficient, as though we should think ourselves lucky to get that. They don’t even think we need a proper power of recall when it comes to individual MPs! It’s just not good enough, is it?

Can’t We, the People, bring a class action against an entire government? Here, through our own British Justice system. Obviously I have this government in my mind, specifically but, absent the parliamentary will to write such a vehicle into Law as would rebalance our power, I’d also like us to try and set a precedent. Let’s face it: this Coalition is not the first and, unfortunately, probably won’t be the last to abuse us through abuse of office. Can’t we sue them for:

Breach of contract/merchantable quality
Reckless endangerment
Negligence/Malpractice
Extortion/Slavery
Fraud/Insider trading/Accepting bribes
Fiduciary incompetence
Oppression of legal, human rights

Obviously we can’t sue them just because we don’t like government policy, albeit that we don’t like government policy. It has to be grounded in more than mere opposition to political colour or the failed aspirations of a manifesto, particularly when the respondents are a Coalition. As I said, I’m no lawyer or constitutional expert but surely there must be at least one valid charge on that list, (whether or not they are all correct legal terms) or a charge I haven’t thought of, that entitles us to seek criminal or civil justice within our own legal system. Scare the pants off ’em I say! The whole damned lot of them! Surely there is a range of ‘expert witnesses’ on whom we could call and there must be organisations, lawyers, economists, anthropologists and other relevant academics who could help us build a case? Perhaps We, the People, need our own version of the Investor State Dispute Settlement… 😉

Summer Solstice

Day Star
makes zenith
and carpe diem
wakes the wise
Adventurer to
rise and catch
Momentum like
a wave and ride
the solar rays
that light upon
the crop the Soul
has sung and sown
that ripens under
dying Sun, the fruit
the path of Will has
grown.

Merry Solstice! 🙂

Dear Labour

Dear Labour,

I don’t quite know what to do with myself. This Coalition has made my life so stressful, I can’t bear the possibility of another Parliamentary term under a Conservative Party mindset that knows false economy and societal fabric ripping better than anyone. I really need an alternative and you are the only one actually electorally viable. But I’m stuffed: you have no intention of being that alternative, do you? Not really.

Oh, yes, sometimes I see chinks of light – taking on Energy and Murdoch (albeit temporarily) – that made you look promising for a while. My hope started to grow a little after your conference last year. For the first time, I started to believe that a vote for Labour might not entail me having to hold my nose and settle for the least right-wing party of viable governance just to get rid of the present one. For the first time, I believed that someone – Ed – would champion The Commons, value common human decency, stand up to the overly powerful and the too bigs to fail.. that we might yet get a mature socialism in Britain through enlightened Labour Party policies. For the first time in ages I thought I saw comprehension, courage, credible strength and integrity.

This Coalition blames the poor for being poor and picks on everyone bar those who really caused this mess and continue to do so. You, being the exception, of course. The Coalition and Mainstream Media have had a field day blaming you. You’ve taken hit after hit even when it was not always yours to take or yours to take alone. This Coalition picks on one demographic after another with the express purpose of pitting them to blame each other and cause division and, over the last four years you have been too in awe and the most dire of Oppositions. You should have kicked up merry hell at the insulting governance of this regime but you chose to squander more opportunities than a petulant teenager and failed to properly stick up for the citizens in the face of continuous denigration. But then, why would you, when you can’t or won’t even defend yourself… Britain’s vulnerable are made more so. The dependent are made more so. More vulnerable and more dependent but with less assistance and facing ever more unreasonable and downright ludicrous demands, delivered with an increasing hubris, callousness and ignorance that is breathtaking and heartbreaking.

It is an affront to Humanity, Justice and Democracy and you are virtually holding us down so that the Coalition can more readily beat us. Of course, this scourge of decades is actually neoliberalism rather than conservatism – gods know there must be conservatives out there who wonder what the hell happened to their lovely individual-freedom-for-all and life-is-what-you-make-it notions. But you are Neoliberals too. Just with a slightly kinder face. There’s a good reason you are known as ‘Tory Lite’.

If I wanted another authoritarian Tory government I could have one in a flash. Never has it been made so accessible since you are seeming bound to provide one, whoever wins in 2015. People say of you politicians, you mainstream parties: ‘they’re all the same’ and I know this to be simplistic if not a mistake but ye gads: you sure do seem to be intent on proving me wrong. You are rendering yourself superfluous.

So, I am back to having to either hold my nose and vote for you or spoil my ballot if I am to stay true to my conscience. To rub it in, you seem content with this. You not only have your own target percentage but you are mollified by it! You have no sense of urgency about taking the country with you in confident hope and, instead, are satisfied with acquiring power through the protest of floating voters who can’t lower themselves to vote UKip at one end and an electorate so desperate at the other that it will settle for the relief of seeing you as a lesser evil. Now, I don’t know if you are terrified of the right-wing press, if you truly support neoliberalism, if you really and genuinely don’t like or understand the electorate and/or if you just have no clue what you’re doing because you can’t imagine beyond the ideas of a has-been think tank. What a waste of money! Tell Ed it’s actually cheaper to just read the newspapers, watch the news, ask the unions and read the thoughts of bloggers and tweeters. But can’t you see for yourself? Can’t you think for yourself? If all you wanted was for someone else to do your homework only to come up with policy ideas the Tories would and are implementing, you could have just crossed the House and joined the original Neocons. That, at least, would seem authentic.

You just don’t care enough, Labour. Or perhaps you’re overwhelmed and part of you doesn’t want to win. That would be somewhat understandable. Maybe you care so much that you’re paralysed by the fear of really explaining and managing the true enormity of things. Is it performance anxiety? I’m anxious about your performance, anyway. You’re not presenting an alternative. There are alternatives. You have no counter narrative. There are counter-narratives. You are, too much, more of the same – inept, condescending and patriarchal – merely with less confidence.

And, you know, this is not so much about Ed, for me. Four years ago I thought Cameron would be a crap leader and I was right. Four years ago I thought Nick Clegg might have good leadership qualities and I was wrong. Is Ed a good leader? Who knows.. Would he make a good Prime Minister? I hope so! I don’t know if he’s ‘geeky’ or ‘weird’ – whatever the heck that means, these days – and I don’t much care. I don’t care, either, if he isn’t the guy down the pub à la Farage. And I most certainly don’t care if he makes eating look difficult. I care more about leaders and would-be leaders making our lives less difficult and being able to afford to grapple with my own bacon sandwich.

I don’t need patronising with your benevolent patriarchy. I don’t want you to see prosperity as growing more crap that no one needs but that wastes precious resources. I don’t need jingoism nor the phrases of abstract fashion. I need you to find ways to not subsidise profiteering employers so that taxpayers can fund essential public services rather than top-up benefits.

I need an economy and financial system which thinks fiduciary responsibility is a good thing. I want a sensible, uncomplicated tax system. I want a greener economy that preserves habitability and respects the planet. I want Social Security not a flimsy, judgemental you’ll-fare-well-if-we-say-so. I want the next generation to get the best education, to have enthusiasm for Life and confidence in their futures. I want them to have futures. I need an income I can live on that doesn’t kill me in the effort and I want a state pension and a health service I can rely on. I want some confidence in my future, too. I don’t need any more petty, unreasonable demands and sanctions to justify this austerity false consciousness and neither do my kids. I don’t need you to “be tougher than the Tories” and you shouldn’t think you would need to be – not if you have faith in your own abilities and in We, the People. I might need help to apply my talents but I certainly don’t need persuading or motivating into a better life, thanks.

I want a sustainable and ethical economy from the bottom up and the top down. I don’t want foreign policy that bullies, tramples, destroys and pilfers. I don’t want trade deals that champion parasitical corporations. I don’t want the plastic future of the likes of Monsanto and Big Pharma as a way to feed and treat the world. I don’t want my human and citizenry worth to depend on my market value. I don’t want to live in a ‘Truman Show’, a ‘WALL-E’, a ‘Minority Report’ or a ‘Hunger Games’ film. I want to be trusted and believed in. I want leadership with vision, kindness, common sense and grace. I want a healthy planet. I want Human values. I want Justice.

Cameron values:

Cameron values:
Belief in Freedom – and the ability to take liberties;
Tolerance of others – so long as they are brothers
In his crony alms;
Accepting personal and social responsibility – by
Giving it to personnel who lord the harm and those
Who can’t afford not to make scapegoats just to
Plug the gap in due accountability;
Respecting and upholding the rule of law – insofar
As it does not impinge on the entropic economic,
Greed-is-to-aspire death machine.

And, too, he goes compare and sees his values
Everywhere in symbols. How the motifs and his
Motives face and bow!

For how he loves his Union Flag
As much as all the striver/skiver tags;
He relishes his fish and chips – though maybe not
As much as people rummaging for food in skips.
And how his football quips attest to his devotion to
All patriotic notions! Under Cameron Mao, now
Kettling is protest sport – and cannons in the street
Are bought as easily as vested interest.

With a zest, he loves to love an institution with
Established constitution – Magna Carta: eat your heart out!
Call-me-Dave’s solicitations pale the knaves of old as
Honest, altruistic scolds.

One heart, one mind, one view, or not at all
Not you
Not you
And, no: not you
Are ‘British values’ under Cameron’s petty, mindless gall.

False gods need scapegoats

Crony cape begets cloak
Cover running for cover
Self-made deities duck
Accountability:

That is for another.

We, those others, must
Share it among ourselves
For the klepto brethren
Decree ‘inclusive’ be the
Neo- to their Ponzi show

Oh,
“Suffer the little serfs
To come unto us
And forbid them not:
For of such is the kingdom
Of Earth’s modern gods”

The rods are the carrots;
The carrots, the rods of the
House that usurps us by
Fixing the odds.

But we know in our bones
And our bubbling blood
That displacement is finite
And wickedly trite and that
If we, the billions, arise and
Unite, we can cast out these
Gods of this corporate rot
And show them the meaning
Of Might and My Right

It will end
In the end if we bring it or not.
It’s just physics my friends and
The fact that there is

No such thing
As atoning vicariously.

So
Let’s make sure there’s something
Left worth the event and assemble
Our higher and common intent.