His Master’s Voice

Labour, who cannot help but make
Of even simple things, hard work,
Funambulates barefoot on a heated rope
In fashioned panic,
Leaning on half-hearted visions
And repeating punchlines
From the Coalition’s dirty jokes,
Sent manic with intent to out-tough the Tories.

The Cons, who cannot help but make
Of even well-known things, revisions,
Buff a tarnished, antiquated glory
Reeking of imperious control,
Extolling values and what-have-yous
To compete with Ukeep’s sentimental story telling.

All secondhand salesmen and gamblers
Selling snake oil to the masses
Reinforcing class by old and new.
His Master’s Voice intones the purple haze
Until their colours verge upon one hue…


Renationalise our stuff!

From Railways to the NHS
From ‘Royal’ Mail to ‘British’ Gas
To Water and the Leccy,
Geriatric Care, Detention Centres,
Children’s Homes,
Probation, Prisons, Student Loans
Now profit zones…

Renationalise our stuff!
Give it back to us,
You idiots!
We’ve had enough!
It’s take, take, take
By corporations on the make.
They bleed us dry
And cry like helpless babies:
“Please incentivise us.. Maggie!
Blair [then] David – maybe even Ed”

Invested powers thus oblige
Accountability set aside –
The ‘National Interest’ duly bled.

Competition gives you choice?
It brings the prices down?
You’re having a laugh!
Consumer voice?
Tsk – don’t talk with your mouth full.

Farewell, Welfare

Farewell, Welfare.
You cared
How people fared;
Were there
To quell despair;
To square unfair with share.
And you fared fairly well
But now the numbers swell
Under a neoliberal spell:
The bell ends
In a deathly knell,
Telling the overbearing
And the Worried Well
The Safety Net is pared
To fare them well –
While all the rest stare into hell.


There was a ‘Cameron Must Go’ drive on Twitter, this Saturday, 22nd November, 2014. Here are my in-under-140-characters contributions to the hashtag:

For all that he grows
Is poverty, bubbles and greed
He’s a PR for hire
Can’t lead; can’t inspire
Can only sow crony knotweed


“Call me ‘Dave'” he crowed
As though one of us
But #CameronMustGo:
His blue & new Establishment
Is all contempt &
Governs like a blunderbuss


& his company of wicked farce,
dissemblance & delusion & disdain.
Kick out their fattened arses
& do not vote for them again.


As he promotes
competitive entropy
& showboats by
division, derision &
seeing fit to gloat,
Electorate says “No:


He’s unfit to grace the seat
he cheated,
lied & spun
to take & keep
but never truly won
& what small right he had has gone


Vampiric #CameronMustGo
for his con really cannot go on
& only a fool or a neocon tool
would keep buying & selling
the same snake oil song


for the country’s a mess
coz he’s selling the best
& outsourcing the rest
& claims to be blameless
For all the distress


He says he fears protectionism
But thinks #TTIP is great.
It’s like he’s on a mission
To make corporations sovereign states.


His love for our #NHS
Is airbrush dressed
For he loves it so,
This Lothario
Wants to pimp it out
So his pals can ‘have a go’


& all of the cronies
Just disappear, phoneys
You’re leading by bleeding us
Through threat & fear
& that ain’t a way outa here


To see why PM #CameronMustGo
Just listen for the dog whistle
Meander round the propaganda
Feel your hackles bristle
Clear as crystal, know.


No leadership, is there.
No common sense,
No economic competence –
Just hot panic and cold hubris
And Democracy in disrepair


100 thousand tweets and rising
Chorus of the Commons flows
Refrain so keen
Its current stream


Does Call-me-Dave know
We think #CameronMustGo?
Is he pacing round No10
Shrieking at panicked men
Frantically pressing
For silence from MSM?


Is still trending steady
Though but for that trick
Of a term that is fixed
We, the People, all know
He would be gone already


(Two weeks later; hashtag still trending; disconcerted journalicians abound)

We, on the #CameronMustGo hashtag
Don’t give a crap
For the shitty condescension
Of the journalician class.
So stick that up your noisy arse


In May next year
We, the People will make it clear
& we will show
His # was no idle fantasy
But angst reflecting Common woes


If you’d done your job
Somewhat better;
Served integrity,
Each letter of
May not have grown quite so


If you have a wee meander
& you take a proper gander
You will clearly know
Is merely shouting NO!
To all the Tory propaganda


Those #CameronMustGo critics!
How we laughed at their efforts
To patronise & undermine
For we knew it as the timeless sign
Of exposed nerves


Government of first and last resort

Politicians and many an economist want growth. Growth of anything. Growth of anything because people producing means consumers consuming; means profit for the employers. Trickle down…

But, that there are so many earning below the tax threshold means the Treasury gets less revenue. The low waged and no-wage workers require subsidies from the government to make up the shortfall. This is paid for by the taxpayers. There are fewer taxpayers. And, naturally, then, less money around to buy stuff.

How is growth to be made suddenly possible in the hands of those who, after years of failure, plan to stick to what so obviously hasn’t worked? What on earth makes anyone think the NeoCons can hold back another recession when it is by their neoliberal policies, that it is ensured, at least for us Lilliputians? And what exactly is it hoped or intended that we “grow”? More of the dubious financial services of salesmen and gamblers? More plastic crap made by serfs that fewer and fewer can afford to buy anyway because increasingly, the consumers of yesterday are the serfs of tomorrow? Are we still such fools that the mere supply of something should be counted on to lead a demand?

No matter how much it is being pointed out that it doesn’t work, the prevailing ideology is for more austerity for those who really can’t afford it. This is further complicated by a mix of collusion and self-preservation with other individual Nations, geographical blocs, corporate players and the attentive voting demographic. This has translated into politically expedient tax cuts and devastating wounds to public services both of which exacerbate the general state we are in.

Few are brave enough to talk about raising income taxes to pay for the day-to-day running of the public services we want and need. Hardly anyone wants to talk about capital spending; of economic stimulation by direct, publicly funded investment. Most would prefer to keep tinkering at the edges with any idiotic notion of false economy than contradict flat earth orthodoxy.

Politicians and, subsequently, journalists, all tell us we have to get the deficit down and live within our means but continually citing this mantra as our most urgent priority has come to sound like a doctrine of nonsense. Our country’s economy is not analogous of a private household. There is a ‘magic money tree’ because ours is a sovereign fiat currency and all we have to do is press a few keys to create some. The Government also has access to ridiculously low interest rates so there’s been no better time to ‘borrow’ it, than in the last few years, has there? The problem is surely not that we kept quantitatively easing but the who that we kept easing. And surely it matters more what magicked or borrowed credit/debt is spent on than the fact that it was borrowed? There is concern for balance and sensible mindfulness of consequence and then there is foolish procrastination and plain daft ideology, isn’t there?

Like the myths that the private sector is the backbone and driver of recovery and the public sector is a utopian drain. Wish and delusion. The private sector is in its business for the profit and the ego first. They also either don’t have any money to invest or they are sitting on it, waiting for better times or for government to incentivise them. Very few are creating meaningful new employment or a product of actual value.

Now, I don’t have an issue with private business or profit. Or individuals getting rich. I have a problem with profiteers and the lack of democratic accountability in those that provide the very utilities and services we need. I have a problem with enrichment and empowerment that comes at the expense of another’s. Rather, let the private sector be in its Market-bound realm, subject to relevant laws of practise and standard and let it thrive or die according to its merit; let what should be in the public realm for the better service of common need and good be under the ownership and jurisdiction of the State – the Democratic State as in We, the People (Yes, of course, in an ideal world). And when they meet or overlap, let the circumstances be authoritatively subject to State regulation and a test of public good. (And, yes, of course I’m imagining a competent administration)

The corporate side of the private sector, wants autonomy, authority and exclusivity as well as obscene profits with little accountability and yet still expects the investment in upkeep and development to be subsidised by the public coffers for its trouble. Poor babies! How awful to be so jammy as to be perpetually supported in greed and uselessness! The small-medium end of the private sector can’t or won’t achieve any growth of tangible difference – even growth of irrelevant items and services – because it can’t get the loans it needs and anyway can’t necessarily be sure if anyone will buy if they do because consumers are becoming thin on the ground. Then there are those private businesses that are terrified of legally enforced decent pay and conditions for their staff because the absence of these is the only thing making their business appear viable.

Should it not fall, therefore, to the Government to pick up the slack? Shouldn’t the State be the employer of at least last resort? Is that not one of the first duties of a responsible, caring government? It is certainly within their power and should be in their comprehension and political will.

If the Government willingly invested in public infrastructure, (designed for the public good rather than for the interests of profiteers) in new projects like housebuilding (and its associated amenities) and all those vital but long neglected repairs and refurbishments, we would be an industrious little nation in no time and there would be employment aplenty. There would then be money circulating throughout the economy. The private sector would then respond and begin to invest, likewise. Industry, goods and services would be stimulated into movement. Consumers would start to spend (including paying off their considerable debts). People, being paid a decent wage – enough to pay tax and still live well – would start to feel confident and hopeful. Unemployment would truly go down rather than the fractional employment giving the shallow appearance of it. Innovators and entrepreneurs would emerge with more confidence and Employers would have to make their offers more attractive to keep their staff. Trickle up…

If, rather than selling off our nationalised industries over the years, we had invested in them ourselves, we would probably have just as modern an infrastructure, more independence, be better able to keep bills reasonable and retain any eventual profits for ourselves to reinvest or as a bolster elsewhere. Instead, we sell our assets off cheaply to the corporate private realm and then subsidise their new owners to do it. We are then held to ransom and pay through the nose for extra.. what? A lack of accountability, mostly.

If all those services and utilities upon which we commonly depend, were owned again by the State – that’s us, remember – the State would also be an employer of first resort. If the Government took this responsibility seriously, decent training opportunities would be de rigueur and it would be more difficult to run out of nurses, doctors, policemen, plumbers, electricians, dustmen, care workers, teachers etc, etc. Even if, some years we have more than we need, it must still be cheaper for us to employ an extra, dare I say, even superfluous worker than to pay him/her unemployment and sundry other benefits. It’s got to be healthier, at least, hasn’t it?

Growth and the pursuit of it, in its current form: from conflict to financial services to unnecessary outsourcing: from sweatshop clothing to yet another upgrade of some device, fuels the infinite greed of corporations and maintains global reliance on the current systems. This depends on the exploitation of physical resources, be they water, fossil fuels, rare minerals or people and the belief that these are both cheap and limitless. This wastes a lot of natural resources and energy and inhibits serious alternatives. I don’t think this is what we should be so hell-bent on growing.

Rather than strive for ever more expansion of mostly rubbish out of dwindling and/or entropic materials in a finite space, shouldn’t we be striving to grow the things we all need first? Stuff like real food, quality education, quality health and social care, houses, real apprenticeships, real jobs of value, communication, connective transport and probably everything else you’re thinking of, right now. And, whether or not you believe in climate change and the human impact on our environment, is it not eminently sensible to respect the environment upon which we all depend for Life itself and look after it anyway?

Shouldn’t we try to build an ethical and sustainable economy as the foundation upon which contentment and security may foster growth in the creativity, co-operation, invention and richness of culture that makes us such an amazing species? And let the growth reflect expansion in consciousness and conscience; in empathy, integrity, trust and compassion; in equanimity, cohesion and common interest. And let those qualities be reflected in our institutions, systems and socio-economic policies. Because we should. Because we can.

A world that fits

In the lands of my imagination
There exists a nation, wise,
That’s built on ethical foundations
For to see its people – all its people
Meaningfully thrive

With Integrity and Honesty,
Equality and Liberty,
Its cornerstones on which
All other bricks look and rely.

There, the atmosphere is friendly
And the population wild but kind
For they have made Society’s priority
Achieving peace of mind.
They recognise you cannot
Put a price on individuals
Who see themselves fulfilled
Through their own eyes;
That a populace that’s confident,
Is not inclined to rush
To crush each other;
Even less to jump to judge
And moralize.

For they have learned a treasure
Through the measurement of time:
They understand true freedom starts
In one’s own heart and mind.
And no one dreams to mess with it
Because their own shoes, comfy, fit;
There, everyone’s a valued peer
And so respect and trust exists
Among them in all spheres.

They care and share
They take and give;
With love to spare,
Can dare to live,
For they have grown
To know the things of common need
And sown the staples, stable, rich
To leave them plenty time and space
In which to be
And nourish their own precious gifts.

There, they have built a world that fits
The people who must live in it.

For some pounds

There is so little room to move
Here on the common ground:
Can’t climb up quite high enough;
Can’t slip that much further down.
A life in limbo with no window,
Ground to powder for some pounds
By banks of think tanks flanking clowns.
But surely the economy
Should fit to our Society:
To you and me;
For you and me
And not this crazy other way around…

Where is the line?

Where is the line
Between the terrorist
And freedom fighter,
Dissident or traitor,
Takes the activist to enemy of State?
Perhaps The Man that writes the times
That cites the signs it did create
Then sets Authority in conflict
With the inconvenient dreams it’s wont to hate.

Not just Ed. Maybe not Ed, at all.

To Labour,

Taking into account the Media’s efforts to paint Ed as a disaster and halving it – and halving it again – the fallout around poor old Miliband is not fuelling confidence in me that he can hold it together, even if he wins the next General Election. What kind of Cabinet will his ‘team’ make? Who will be served by it? And how much is Ed Miliband the real problem? Is his perceived weakness due more to his ‘awkwardness’ – by now a self-perpetuating force – or to his inability to discern and avail himself of useful, appropriate advice? Most of his team, whether front or back benchers or hired consultants are hardly helpful or even inspiring. He surrounds himself with the dismal advice and strategies of banality, nostalgic muddle-heads and should-be Conservatives. Did he actually choose this team? How much of it is chosen for him? Is the weakness in his judgement or his authority, then?

The party bigwigs should make their minds up about how their individual, personal philosophies fit to the mission statement. The ‘crisis’ in the party is that, like the Conservatives, Labour doesn’t know itself anymore; like the Conservatives, Labour has become two parties in denial. Like the Conservatives, Labour doesn’t identify sufficiently with the real worlds of its electorate. So, by all means, get rid of Ed, if you think it’ll help but, for goodness’ sake: don’t stop there! Wake up and lose the stale and mouldy obstacles. Not just Ed. Maybe not Ed, at all. Are you sure you’re not worrying a little too much about the wrong Ed? Get rid of the Blair acolytes and apologists; get rid of the Brownonian bulldozers. Shift them all to the back benches or suggest they join another party if they’re so keen on being a politician but tell them that their ideas of what Labour means have turned out to be an historically nasty, neoliberal blip and that they are not at all the desired trajectory.

The social, political, economic circumstances in which this country (and indeed, the world) finds herself are too grave to waste time on loyalty for loyalty’s sake. Be loyal out of true respect and faith or walk away. Keep Ed, or don’t. Put up or shut up. Shit, or get off the pot. Just make your minds up and sort it out already! Change your rules or overrule him if that’s what you want and that’s what it takes. But, really, is the ‘problem’ entirely Ed Miliband or is it actually mostly the scaffolding around him?

The Conservatives will kill us if they win in 2015. You know it. And you know why. Stop imitating them. Stop pandering to the right-wing press. Stop pretending you know what we want just because you wandered around in public the other day, surrounded by cameras, looking for a photo-op and a soundbite. Stop seeing us through your own projections and try actually listening beyond received clichés. Try speaking to us in more than soundbites and clichés. Be brave, get a grip and give this country or however many countries we are, these days, a credible box on the ballot. One that will be my pleasure to mark my cross in.

Whatever you do, there is going to be a risk. Lose because of him. Win in spite of him. Win because you dared to change the guards and the message. Lose because you replaced him too late with the effect of greater farce. You have to choose which one you can live with so that I can choose.

Please… Choose integrity. Choose authenticity. Choose to have courage in your convictions. Choose. Hurry up and choose.

Apparently, David Cameron looks like a Prime Minister
If Labour said…
Dear Labour