Saturday 20th of April 2024

dreaming of toryland ....

dreaming of toryland ....

We have become one of the most unethical nations in the West, where slick presentation, propaganda and incessant spin make their own realities.

So off to the Tory Party conference. And this year their leaders may be more supercilious, sneering, smug and swaggering than usual: success always brings out the worst in right-wing politicians. I walk among them, smile often, speak properly, argue nicely, yet feel like an alien. I admire some individual Tories – a couple are good mates – but contemporary Conservatism is cold, base and dangerous.

The party is loaded, most of the press is on side and the BBC has been subdued. Slick presentation, propaganda and incessant spin make their own realities. At the conference there will be much speechifying about how the nation, the NHS, the young and old, Army and economy are safer under this party. Bosoms and chests will heave, faces will flush with pride.

But look at what lies beneath and you will find double dealing, iniquity, and the planned demolition of institutions. Whitehall apparently “leaned on” the health service regulator Monitor (according to a senior figure there), in order that a damaging report which showed the NHS moving towards a £2 billion deficit was held back. Sources claim the Government did not want these grave numbers to spoil the fizzy conference. Gavin Francis, a friend, is a part-time GP in Edinburgh and author of Adventures In Human Being. In a corrosive essay, he describes the way profitable private health care companies dump patients on the NHS when it suits them: “...[the companies] sell an image of efficiency and modernity that in truth they have little claim on, because their success is predicated on a robust NHS.” This mop-up service is free for the companies. Furthermore – and partly as a result of the Party’s new plans for pay cuts to junior doctors – GPs, surgeons, nurses and midwives are leaving, or preparing to leave, either the country or the profession. This is a brain drain we simply can’t afford, and this is how the Tories are bleeding the NHS to death – slowly and quietly.

Meanwhile, George Osborne rejected the tobacco levy because he did not want to upset the tobacco companies which argued that charges would affect their contribution to the UK’s economic recovery. Doctors, cancer experts and ASH (the anti-smoking charity) pushed for the tariff but were rebuffed. A Treasury spokesman said: “Any levy would complicate the tax system, impose an administrative burden on business and create uncertainty for business and consumers.” Well, we can’t have that, can we?

And the state of our law courts? Defence in the criminal justice system is now a rich person’s privilege. Mike Hough, professor of criminal policy at Birkbeck School of Law, warns that new court charges are unjust. Those who can’t afford to pay between £150 to £1,000 cannot not get a fair trial. Charges are not means tested or remitted. Innocent men and women are thus forced to plead guilty. Fifty magistrates have resigned, including Nigel Allcoat, a respected magistrate for 16 years. He tried to pay charges for a destitute asylum seeker brought to court. For this simple, humanitarian act he was suspended and investigated by the Lord Chancellor’s office. In our state, kindness is weakness, legitimate objections an affront to power.

While we are on asylum-seekers and refugees, let’s look into the places these people are incarcerated. Antony Loewenstein’s Disaster Capitalism exposes the way profits are extracted from desperation. Since 2012, Serco and G4S have become custodians of vulnerable men, women and children. Here is what the author witnessed at a centre in Wakefield: “The rooms were home to rats and cockroaches. Pregnant women were placed in poor housing with steep stairs. Food poisoning was common. Some private contractors did not pay council fees, and tenants’ heating and electricity had been disconnected.” The hellish place is called Angel Lodge. But there are good returns in this developing market. And for “the ordinary people” among us, the living wage promise by the PM is as credible as his commitment to help refugees. He doesn’t mean it, and is only placating current public sentiments. The dispossessed and low paid have no place in Toryland. Poverty is fecklessness. Those who commit suicide after losing benefits are worthless. Free lunches for schoolchildren were Clegg’s soppy idea which must be taken off the table.

And the last indictment is possibly the worst. Sir Simon McDonald, the most senior Foreign Office official has admitted that “the prosperity agenda” is now the priority, and that human rights matter a good deal less than in the past, when William Hague was Secretary of State. That means the Saudis become ever closer allies, and China our dearest trading partner.

We have become one of the most unethical nations in the West. And cheery Dave still insists on proclaiming to the world that Britain is great and uniquely honourable. The masterful spin doctor is described as a “decent man” by many, even those who disagree strongly with his policies. One of them is an Oxford don who has emailed me several times to share his anguish about the UK response to the Syrian crisis. He can’t believe the virtuous student he knew has turned so ruthless. Perhaps Cameron could dupe those around him even back then. When I talked with him a few years back, I too was taken by his openness and liberal mind. Now all I see is cynicism and manipulation. Cameron has led the Tories further to the right than Thatcher did. The UK now is a big business, avarice its fundamentalist religion.

They will not welcome this column, or me, in Manchester today. I’ll survive. But I fear the British values of fairness, justice and humanitarianism will not fare so well under this authoritarian, unaccountable government, and its slippery leader.

Welcome to Toryland, a heartless place with no room for kindness

 

the bullingdon club...

 

Decadence and Madness at the Top


Inside Britain's Secretive Bullingdon Club


By 


They drink heavily, shatter champagne flutes and smash furniture -- before moving on to positions of leadership. The elite Bullingdon Club is an exclusive haven for Britain's rich and powerful. But members don't like to talk about it.

To understand England's elite, it helps to go back in time, to the summer of 1987. A pack of bow-tied young men dressed in midnight blue tails with brass buttons and cream-colored silk lapels are stumbling through the streets of Oxford after one of their dinners, tipsy on champagne and in a boisterous mood. None of them is older than 24. One of them hits upon the idea of visiting a fellow student -- and a short time later, a flowerpot flies through a restaurant window and a police car arrives. It is a night that the entire country will still be talking about decades later.

Four members of the group flee to the nearby Botanical Garden and hide behind a hedge. They lie on the ground for several minutes, says one of the men who was there. They are determined not to be caught, four young men dressed in tails, lying on their stomachs in the grass. Once again, they have managed to escape unscathed.

The episode says a lot about the thin layer of the chosen few who would be running the country one day. They are members of the Bullingdon Club in Oxford, a gathering place for the country's young elites, people who know that they are destined to make it to the very top. One of the four men in the grass is Boris Johnson, who will later become the mayor of London. Another is David Cameron, currently residing at No. 10 Downing Street. The two others are sons of prominent members of the financial world and now part of London's moneyed aristocracy themselves.

Cameron would later deny that he was involved in the escapade on that summer night in 1987, even though two of his friends at the time insist he was there. Johnson, on the other hand, boasted that he spent several hours in prison that night.

The truth about the Bullingdon Club is probably somewhere in the middle, between exaggeration and denial. Rarely have so many former members of the club held key positions in British society as they do today. The club became a gathering place for the male establishment, and its members now inhabit the top floors of banks, government ministries, law firms and newspaper publishing companies. Chancellor of the Exchequer George Osborne was also a member.

Unchanged for Centuries

The Bullingdon and other dinner clubs are seeds of power in the United Kingdom, and not just because membership provides influence. Members also gain access to a group of like-minded individuals who will later assume leading roles -- allies for life, just as it has always been.

read more: http://www.spiegel.de/international/europe/the-bullingdon-club-and-the-excessive-british-elite-a-1057793.html

 

Public [UK private] schools are the nurseries of all vice and immorality. Henry Fielding (1700s)

 

With the flannelled fools at the wicket or the muddled oafs at the goals. Rudyard Kipling

 

October...


One evening in October,

When I was far from sober,

And dragging home a load with manly pride,
My feet began to stutter.
So I laid down in the gutter
and a pig came up and parked right by my side.
Then I warbled, 'It's fair weather
When good fellows get together'
Till a lady passing by was heard to say:
'You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses !'
Then the pig got up and slowly walked away.

Uncertu'n Ir'sh auth'r (but attributed to Benjamin H Burt by some)