My Linked in occupation is given as 'Voice Crying in the Wilderness'.
I'm not sure just how hard it is to work at being a voice in the wilderness?
A blog a week is hardly demanding after all.
But Hardworking is the thing to be.
Unless you're UKIP where you can at least spend some time in the bar with a pint.
Now Labour has jumped on the hardworking bandwagon.
What on earth does: Hardworking Britain Better Off, actually mean and why pinch such a ridiculous slogan from Tory Toffs who have never worked hard in their lives?
My Dad worked hard, spent years in the fifties and sixties working split shifts driving buses in Manchester taking other hard working men and women back and forth to and from work.
That was hardwork, and all his passengers worked hard, it was an era of full employment, of manufacture, of 'stuff' being churned out from factories and sold around the world.
In those days people made things and things made money now of course money makes money, betting on futures, derivatives, interest on debt and buying and selling shares in Royal Mail.
I cannot now remember if I claimed the Voice Crying in the Wilderness name for myself or if it was given to me by a friend, who commented on both, my apocalyptic rhetoric and the fact that I was always looking for wildernesses to cry in.
I have to say however that in the present climate I feel that the rhetoric of the apocalypse is the only rhetoric that makes sense and that before too long there will only be wildernesses left to cry in.
But what is the prophetic word in the face of the wilderness that we have been condemned to inhabit by the condemns?
What is the prophetic word that needs to be spoken to the: Back to the Fifties, (Oh wasn't it luvverly?) nostalgia of UKIP?
What is the prophetic word that needs to be spoken when all the hopeful signs of a civilised and generous governance, the NHS, the Welfare State, a commitment to preserving full unemployment are being swept away in a maelstrom of cuts and austerity.
I am sure that it is not Hardworking Britain Better Off or even as the better educated Tory Toff might have it:
Industrius Britannia Bonus Melior Optimus
Well, clearly there is no doubt that some industrious folk in Brittania are optimising their bonuses but I still have my doubts that anyone needs to earn a Million plus a year?
What on earth would you spend it on when Coop Gin is £16 75 a Litre?
This Blog is a voice crying in the wilderness, crying for a better, a more just, a more humane, a kinder world.
When the Genie is out of the bottle how do you press it back in?
We are told, again and again, that companies need to pay in telephone numbers if they are to attract the right calibre of staff, well it seems to me that if the new Chief Executive needs a telephone number pay package then s/he is the WRONG calibre of staff.
At a recent Coop Meeting, this argument was presented to justify the high pay of the Executive team compared with the less than the living wage paid to the shop floor staff.
And how do you compare a hard working CEO's hard work with someone who delivers food to stores, loads and unloads the pallets and stacks the shelves?
How does one persons £100,000 compare with another person's £100?
It may be a wilderness out there, but as the Office of Compline has it, Your enemy the Devil (is not in the detail, but) goes about as a roaring Lion.
The real problem is not that we are being offered competing visions of a better tomorrow but that on one side of the house the ayes are keen to stay in charge and reward their pals when they do, and the nayes are
keen to upstage and replace them, so that they can be in charge and reward their pals.
We live, it seems, in a flawed democracy where the leader of the smallest party can confidently express his ambition to remain as Deputy to anyone as long as they will have him.
Presumably it wouldn't trouble him to be faced with a LIBKIP coalition as long as he was Deputy Dawg?
Mortality means that it all comes down to what is written on your gravestone.
I don't know who coined the phrase: Hardworking Britain Better Off but I hope that on my gravestone it will say: Gone in search of new wildernesses to cry in ......
I'm not sure just how hard it is to work at being a voice in the wilderness?
A blog a week is hardly demanding after all.
But Hardworking is the thing to be.
Unless you're UKIP where you can at least spend some time in the bar with a pint.
Now Labour has jumped on the hardworking bandwagon.
What on earth does: Hardworking Britain Better Off, actually mean and why pinch such a ridiculous slogan from Tory Toffs who have never worked hard in their lives?
My Dad worked hard, spent years in the fifties and sixties working split shifts driving buses in Manchester taking other hard working men and women back and forth to and from work.
That was hardwork, and all his passengers worked hard, it was an era of full employment, of manufacture, of 'stuff' being churned out from factories and sold around the world.
In those days people made things and things made money now of course money makes money, betting on futures, derivatives, interest on debt and buying and selling shares in Royal Mail.
I cannot now remember if I claimed the Voice Crying in the Wilderness name for myself or if it was given to me by a friend, who commented on both, my apocalyptic rhetoric and the fact that I was always looking for wildernesses to cry in.
I have to say however that in the present climate I feel that the rhetoric of the apocalypse is the only rhetoric that makes sense and that before too long there will only be wildernesses left to cry in.
But what is the prophetic word in the face of the wilderness that we have been condemned to inhabit by the condemns?
What is the prophetic word that needs to be spoken to the: Back to the Fifties, (Oh wasn't it luvverly?) nostalgia of UKIP?
What is the prophetic word that needs to be spoken when all the hopeful signs of a civilised and generous governance, the NHS, the Welfare State, a commitment to preserving full unemployment are being swept away in a maelstrom of cuts and austerity.
I am sure that it is not Hardworking Britain Better Off or even as the better educated Tory Toff might have it:
Industrius Britannia Bonus Melior Optimus
Well, clearly there is no doubt that some industrious folk in Brittania are optimising their bonuses but I still have my doubts that anyone needs to earn a Million plus a year?
What on earth would you spend it on when Coop Gin is £16 75 a Litre?
This Blog is a voice crying in the wilderness, crying for a better, a more just, a more humane, a kinder world.
When the Genie is out of the bottle how do you press it back in?
We are told, again and again, that companies need to pay in telephone numbers if they are to attract the right calibre of staff, well it seems to me that if the new Chief Executive needs a telephone number pay package then s/he is the WRONG calibre of staff.
At a recent Coop Meeting, this argument was presented to justify the high pay of the Executive team compared with the less than the living wage paid to the shop floor staff.
And how do you compare a hard working CEO's hard work with someone who delivers food to stores, loads and unloads the pallets and stacks the shelves?
How does one persons £100,000 compare with another person's £100?
It may be a wilderness out there, but as the Office of Compline has it, Your enemy the Devil (is not in the detail, but) goes about as a roaring Lion.
The real problem is not that we are being offered competing visions of a better tomorrow but that on one side of the house the ayes are keen to stay in charge and reward their pals when they do, and the nayes are
keen to upstage and replace them, so that they can be in charge and reward their pals.
We live, it seems, in a flawed democracy where the leader of the smallest party can confidently express his ambition to remain as Deputy to anyone as long as they will have him.
Presumably it wouldn't trouble him to be faced with a LIBKIP coalition as long as he was Deputy Dawg?
Mortality means that it all comes down to what is written on your gravestone.
I don't know who coined the phrase: Hardworking Britain Better Off but I hope that on my gravestone it will say: Gone in search of new wildernesses to cry in ......
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