Thursday 30 April 2015

30th April 2015

I haven't posted my Blog for a while now because there is just something about this election that leaves me sad and depressed and alienated and effectively disenfranchised.

The fact I suppose that whatever I do I will be faced on May 7th with the face of the same MP staring at me from the pages of the local press and TV News.

The fact that by no standards of independent assessment or review can the claims of the ConDems be  justified at all.

The economy has not been fixed.

We're clearly not in this together.

The rich have got steadily richer on their watch whilst the poor have become increasingly poorer.

The jobs that have been created are in the main rich only in zero hour contracts and faux self employment.

The Murdoch Empire of News clearly wants to persuade us otherwise ( I have recently cancelled my subscription to The Times).

I have swapped my vote and will vote Green on May 7th.

In my dreams I imagine that Labour, Green and SNP will merge to form an anti austerity alliance that will start to move the Country forward for the benefit of the majority who actually create wealth by their labours.

The idea that wealth trickles down so that all benefit in due course seems to have begun during the Thatcher years but what has become clear over the last five years of coalition is that wealth is actually lighter than air, it rises and forms clouds of wealth that wreath the heads of those who don't actually create it leaving the rest of us to reach desperately upwards only for our hands to pass through the wealth cloud and remain empty.

There have been so many half truths and statistical obfuscations at work during the campaign so far.

Claims and counter claims and broad statements of intention (reducing the welfare bill by £12 Billion) without any evidence of where the cuts will be imposed and who will be picking up the real cost in terms of reduced living standards.

The Labour Party has been suckered into making its own commitment to the austerity con so that it seems there is little to choose between the offers of the two largest parties (hence the success of the SNP in Scotland and Plaid Cymru in Wales).

The Liberal Democrats are stranded in Post Coalition Triste, whilst to watch the Bullingdon Club lite behaviour on display in the Conservative election campaign is to see Schadenfreude at work.

Austerity, we are told is necessary because the Nation like any family needs to balance its budget, but this equating of national budgets with family budgets is simply a false comparison, national budgets differ in very many ways from family budgets and as Keynes demonstrated during the depression of the Thirties and again in the rebuilding of the shattered economy in the post war years, economic output is influenced by total spending in the economy which of itself does not necessarily equal the productive capacity of the economy.

So borrowing to invest rather than being a necessarily bad thing might rather have been the better way to re-energise the economy.

We need new ideas. Ideas such as those put forward both by the Labour Party and those on the Left of the Liberal Party but also those proposed by the Green Party.

This election could have offered an opportunity for a national conversation about the kind of society we need to be, open hearted, generous, communitarian, respecting the earth we depend on for survival and which we will bequeath to future generations.

We could and should have been asking

Who are we as a people?

What makes us better?

How can we aspire to achieving 'the common good'?

I have written in a previous blog about a conversation I had one evening over a small beer sitting on the veranda of a Tower Block in the West Midlands.

I was talking with a man who was a Trade Unionist, Community Organiser and a Communist.

He shared his general philosophy as he looked out over the Estate where he lived. His commitment was to work for the good of his community so that he had a comfortable home, a sufficient income, to live peaceably with his neighbours so that he was be able to walk home safely in the evening and sleep soundly each night.

It is what most of us want.








Sunday 12 April 2015

12th April 2015

I am about to waste my vote.

I have no desire to waste it, I would like it to  make a real difference, but the facts of the matter are clear, whatever I vote, whoever I vote for, will make absolutely no difference to the outcome because I live in a constituency which is so safe that when my MP was adopted by his constituency committee he was handed a job for life.

There are of course a number of these seats, approximately half of our MP's (both Labour and Conservative) have this kind of security which is why the real election is being fought in those constituencies which are more volatile.

It is also the reason that the Labour Party is focusing its energies on Carlisle, which is a much more marginal seat.

So far we have received a mailing from UKIP on which I have already blogged and a letter from our MP outlining the many good things that he has done for those of us who live in the constituency.

I used to to receive an email from his office on a fairly regular basis to which I would respond by questioning the claims made, challenging some of the assertions and suggesting that if Scotland voted Yes, then the border should be redrawn to include Carlisle.

The response to my emails was that I stopped receiving the mailings and when his plan to hold hands along Hadrian's Wall ended somewhat ignominiously, he then built a great heap of badly painted stones in Gretna, which as far as I know is still there, not having been removed.

So I can now decide, given that I have the luxury, how to waste my vote.

Do I vote for the Labour Candidate, do I make a protest against Labour's not being sufficiently socialist or progressive or anti-austerity and vote Green?

It is of course, both a luxury and a sadness, because whatever I decide to do will affect neither the outcome nor the development of policies, once a Government has been elected.

I could of course join with the Electoral Reform Society and argue for a change to the first past the post system, or I could argue for a change in the way elections are handled with perhaps larger constituencies electing representative panels rather than individuals, or I could simply choose to waste  my vote by not voting at all.

Most of the people that I discuss these matters with suggest that our MP is an honourable man and a good constituency MP and I have no doubt that the first part of that statement is true.

I also know that he has responded to pressure from for example 38 Degrees Members to meet.

Indeed I once had an opportunity to invite him and the other two candidates five years ago to address a meeting that I convened in Penrith.

The audience was a group of older people, many of whom were instinctively in tune with his party and its policies.

Everything went well until an issue arose about access at a Surgery which I attend and in which the access for the elderly and those in wheelchairs is simply impossible.

His view was that a new surgery was unnecessary because, he observed, if you cannot get upstairs to see the Doctor, they will come down to you ..... Mmm?

So I decided not to waste my vote voting for him and wasted it by voting Labour instead, it was a tribal thing, but it was also clear that the Labour Candidate would also be a good constituency MP, as indeed would the Motorcycling riding Liberal Candidate.

But now things are different.

The  outcome of this election is too important for a vote to be wasted.

Despite the claims in the letter I received from the MP the economy is still in a Mess with an increasing public debt.

The secession of Scotland from the UK is still on the Agenda, at least in Scotland.

The whole business of our having a grown up relationship with the rest of Europe and the chaos that will ensue if there is a referendum.

Taxation, with the poorest still paying the price of economic mismanagement and with an even higher price about to be imposed with the proposed saving of £12 billion.

Housing, with the continued stasis in house building and the rise in generation rent and the collapse in public housing through Right to Buy.

As I observed in one of my email exchanges with the MP, we know who got all the pies!

He may be a pleasant person, I am sure he would be both a gracious host and a well behaved guest but his party is still seen as the nasty party firmly  on the side of the wealthiest.

Then there are the big ticket issues which will have to be addressed in the next Parliament one of which may be the biggest ticket of all, is the future of Trident, which will raise all the issues of employment, security, the deployment of our armed forces and the cost of what in some ways is a vanity project for the UK because it is under the de facto command of the US.

Another big ticket issue is the NHS.

As an Addendum to my last blog I had to fill a prescription on Easter Sunday, the nearest Pharmacy to Carlisle was in Keswick a seventy mile round trip from my house.

At least the Doctor in the out of hours service was sensible enough to Fax the prescription through so that I could go there directly at 2 00 pm before the Pharmacy closed at 4 00 pm.

The West Coast line and the continued Bransonisation of once public services is also a matter for concern and hopefully action in the next Parliament.

So when I waste my vote, as is inevitable, do I waste it by writing the name Nichola Sturgeon onto the Ballot Paper?

Do I encourage the Green Party to  make an electoral pact with the Labour Party and encourage them to continue to put socialist ideals, green values and people at the heart of their policymaking?

Or do I continue to put my tribal  loyalties first?

Whatever I do what I will be hoping for is a progressive anti-austerity Government to emerge from the horse trading that is happening in those parts where the result will be closer and the upsets greater.










Thursday 2 April 2015

2nd April 2015

It has been one of those weeks.

The week started on Friday with a visit to the GP.

The indoor critic was examined and Antibiotics prescribed.

Saturday things had worsened and so a visit to the out of hours service at the hospital was called for.

This resulted in  a further examination by the surgical registrar and stronger Antibiotics being prescribed.

Sunday we held our breath.

Monday, we went to the newly opened Ambulatory Care Unit, in English that translates as walk-in clinic or clinic for the walking wounded.

More examinations followed, not sure how many surgical registrars there are, but I suspect that we saw them all.

Then into the room came the Surgeon, Alpha Male inevitably, who pronounced> We will operate tomorrow.

When we arrived at Surgical Admissions no-one knew who we were or why we were there.

Eventually, yet another surgical registrar arrived and the operation was given the green light.

That evening the indoor critic was discharged into the care of the District Nurses.

So how did the NHS do?

It was a bit curate's eggish, i.e. good in parts!

Some lovely, kind, attentive people, Dr Sohail the third surgical registrar, the operation and the care from the District Nurses and so the indoor critic lives to criticise another day.

But Nova Virus warnings, some failure of communication, questioning why the Wheelchair was needed, and the Alpha Maleness of the Surgeon, who I suspect had never been questioned before by someone who's own Alpha Maleness quickly surfaced as a defensive strategy.

But all is not well in the Kingdom of Bevan. The cracks in the walls. The number of administrators wandering around with pieces of paper in hand presumably measuring time and motion? Every department operating in its own Silo. It was the patient who had to make sure that each intervention was fully briefed about related matters that could affect likely outcome.

Car Parking which ensures that you arrive for your appointment with raised blood pressure.

It is clear that the system is under strain, the institutional heart monitors are beeping uncertainly and whether we will reach a state of institutional flat lining is unclear.

The privatising vultures are circling waiting for the opportunity to descend on the carcass, pick it clean and clear off with the profits.

I was born three years before Nye Bevan introduced the NHS:

In his collection of essays In Place of Fear he wrote: The collective principle asserts that .... no society can legitimately call itself civilised if a sick person is denied medical aid because of lack of means.

In the same book he also wrote: A free health service is pure socialism and as such it is opposed to the hedonism of capitalist society.

On May 7th the country will face a clear choice and depending if it chooses 'capitalist  hedonism' I could well find that I am part of a generation that was born before the NHS was founded and dies after the NHS itself has died.

As the Talking Heads song Once in a Lifetime observes, if that happens and the Kingdom of Bevan is exchanged for the Kingdom of Capitalist Mis-Rule:

(And) you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you  may ask yourself
Where does that highway go to?
And you  may ask yourself 
Am I right? ... Am I wrong?
And you may say to yourself
My God! ... What have I done?