Did you ever stop to consider, just for a moment, how thick you actually are?
Sorry, there’s nothing personal in this. I’m thick and proud of it – at least by the standards demanded by our politicians.
You see, we must be thick because in my best Sherlock Holmes style I have ruled out all reasonable possibilities and therefore whatever’s left, however ludicrous, must be true.
The problem runs something like this… At the weekend the final nail was beaten soundly into the coffin of the Niger yellowcake Uranium story with the revelation that there was another document (one we have yet to see) and it was such a ludicrous fake that the CIA nearly died laughing at it. Sounds okay, doesn’t it? They’re protecting us and just to prove it they selected the documents used to argue the case for war with care. Yep, sounds nice, until you realise that the ludicrous document was exactly the same as all the others – i.e. it was on the same official paper, with the same stamps, signatures etc. The reason it was dropped from the case was because the content was just too clearly made up. (I wonder what that says about the rest of the documents?)
Even the global village idiot has had the sense to distance himself from this nonsense while our own dear PM still claims it’s all true.
The man is a liar – plain and simple. By the way, Mr Blair, a clever use of language and ambiguity is not the truth… it’s just lies in a frock.
A liar is a dangerous beast at the best of times… and war is never the best of times.
His Iraq lies notwithstanding (and there are a positive multitude on that subject) the man and his craven party also manage to keep up their tradition in almost every aspect of domestic policy.
We are thick, you see… They lie and we fall for it. Trouble is, that makes us accessories to all this nonsense and I want no part of it. I suspect you don’t either…
So, where else do these elected representatives tell nose growing porkies?
Unfortunately, every aspect of their behaviour demands scrutiny.
But are the lies the worst thing? Aren’t we accustomed to the idea of politicians being, as one once said, “economical with the actualite”?
That’s a neat role for any profession to allow itself. Just imagine if your doctor based his or her professional reputation on the fact that lying to patients was just part of the job and nothing to get too exercised over. It doesn’t look quite such a professional recommendation then, does it?
And yet, we are expected to, not only, accept but understand that all this lying is actually for our own good. It’s not people…… it’s not.
Once upon a time (thus begun because this now sounds like a fairy tale), politicians were elected on the basis that they would rise from a community, express their political philosophy and be elected as a representative of the people… Ah, such nostalgia…
When did you last feel genuinely represented? I will confess that my own MP, who shall remain nameless, is a good representative fitting most of the criteria outlined above but, by all accounts, he is a rare breed.
So if they aren’t representing us who do they represent? The question is crucial but the answer is all too obvious and depressing. You watch the news, you hear these people talk and only one thought will spring to mind – they represent business and then claim that business has our best interests at heart.
Sorry chaps, but no you don’t. There isn’t a business on the planet whose prime motivation is not money. And, in that sentence, perhaps lies the biggest untruth of all. We are constantly told of the benefits of hiving everything off to the private sector because they’re more efficient/cost effective/innovative etc. Bollocks are they.
The nature of private capital is to make more private capital – as simple as that. Therefore it’s hardly surprising that private ownership of railway maintenance led to little other than a shabby, badly done job and the death of members of the public. Meanwhile state subsidy to the industry rose while shareholders took dividends. Look, a double whammy, and all bad for the people… So what happened to governing in our best interests?
That’s the crux and perhaps the biggest problem we face. Business is God while the people exist as little other than wage slaves providing yachts for men with too much money to begin with. We no longer share in the wealth of the nation (otherwise the gap between top and bottom would not be wider now than it was under Thatcher) instead we create a wealth to be creamed off by those at the top while scraping by from day to day with the help of those credit cards they gave us when we weren’t spending enough to keep them in fur in the first place.
Meanwhile, as the little man renews his perpetual struggle with the world, hoping against hope that his elected representatives will help him out, corporate criminals walk free, the super rich avoid taxes and we’re told to shut up or watch our jobs disappear over the horizon towards India. I’ve got an idea on that one – If any company makes a penny of profit then no job should be jeopardised in the name of more and more greed.
The unions have been emasculated, the Labour party no longer exists and, it seems, dissent will no longer be tolerated. Not a happy picture as we veer dismally through the early years of the 21st Century.
So what do we do instead? That’s a difficult one and it requires a better mind than mine. But, if we can get together and share ideas for a future based in something a little better and more permanent than greed then maybe we will see the fruits of a fairer and more sensible world before the other side ruins it all completely.
Thanks for your time and please – if you’ve got anything to say, just say it.