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

Show me a leader

Show me a ‘leader’ who looks like a leader,
For I see no leaders round here
I’ve looked hither and thither,
But dither and slither
Is all they can offer my eyes and my ears

Oh, show me a boss who is not full of dross
For I see only piffle and fear
I’ve sought hard for a card
Who is not just a shard
And yet nary a one has appeared

Oh, do show me a skipper who isn’t a trickster
And isn’t connectedly reared
I’ve searched paper and screen
And the prospects I’ve seen
Are from one team that lends peer-to-peer

Oh, show me a principal who has some principles
That I can honestly cheer
For the ones with a ghost
All deserve to be toast
And the credible ones are kept clear

Oh, please show me a kingpin who isn’t a staged thing
A charlatan, puppet or Lear
For the zombies and crazies
Still picking the daisies
Should surely have been pushing them up for years!

Oh, please

Show me a leader who knows that s/he needs
More than circus-spun bread and stale beer
One whose wisdom and vision
Slays neocon schisms
And leads the way up, out of here