And now, we begin to wonder what else this caring, sharing, “we’re all in this together” government can possibly cut. I know they wanted to shrink the State, but I didn’t think they wanted to make it microscopic.
I’m more than a little concerned by how insistent both the Home Secretary and the Metropolitan Police are being in their statements denying that there are moves afoot to bring water cannons onto streets in order to control the student demonstrations. Experience tells me that vociferous denials usually means they’re at least thinking about it.
Or to put it another way … Julian Assange’s dating profile. Apparently. He claims to have “Asian teengirl stalkers.” Well, so does everyone on the internet.
He likes “women from countries that have sustained political turmoil,” which, before the events of the last few months, I would probably have said wouldn’t have included the UK. But now, British laydeez, your luck is evidently in.
Write to Julian c/o … oh, Wandsworth Prison. Damn.
"All desires have been denied to put me in this state of mind. Another year older and what have I done? My aspirations have shrivelled in the sun. I’m crippled by guilt, blinded by science, I’ve been waiting for tomorrow all of my life …"
A schoolboy wants to peacefully picket the constituency office of his local MP over the closure, due to budget cuts (surprise surprise) of the youth centre he attends. His local MP happens to be David Cameron. So the police take him out of class, give him what sounds like a terrifying talking-to, warn him that armed officers will be present, and threaten him with arrest.
This schoolboy is 12 years old. Obviously, that makes him a serious threat to national security.
[Some clarification / explanation here, but even if the story has been hyped up a little, it still beggars belief that this could happen.]
We need more articles like this, that soundly teach dumb fools like me the basics of economic theory, and why the current one is wrong. Just skip over the nauseating photo of George Osborne being patted on the back by his public school cronies - at least if you want to keep your breakfast in your stomach.
Read this. It’s not (in my humble opinion) a particularly well-written piece of journalism. It’s over-emotive, it doesn’t seek to offer a balanced or objective viewpoint, and it’s by a writer who is obviously far too passionately involved with the cause she’s writing about and thus can’t seem to accept that there were, unfortunately, people at the latest student fees protest who had no other intention but to wreak havoc. And yet. Her description of the events that took place in Parliament Square, and the actions of the police, are utterly terrifying.
These closing words, in particular, struck a chord - “Something fundamental has changed in the relationship between state and citizen over the past month” - and left me with a sickening feeling that things are going to get much, much worse.
“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever.”—Quote from George Orwell’s 1984, sighted on one of the placards at today’s demonstration against the increase in student fees.
Riots in Westminster against the MPs inside Parliament voting to double and in some cases treble student fees, with students trying to storm the Treasury.
Riots spreading into Oxford Street, where there is a resurgence of the demonstrations against the stores owned by billionaire tax-dodger Sir Philip Green.
Demonstrators surrounding a car carrying Prince Charles and Camilla Parker-Bowles and attacking it.
Chaotic scenes all over the news coverage.
The Coalition government came into power just under seven months ago vowing to “hit the ground running.” If you class sit-ins and demonstrations across the country, some resulting in violence, as evidence of that approach, then they’ve certainly succeeded. Even the Thatcher government at its worst never managed to provoke civil unrest at quite such an astonishing speed.
And astonishingly, in the middle of all this, the traditional, outdated and incongruous annual showbiz jamboree that is the Royal Variety Performance goes ahead at the London Palladium.
I couldn’t agree more with the argument stated in this article. I was as keen as anyone for BBC 6 Music to remain on the air, but the music world’s vociferous campaigning for that stands in stark contrast to their muted response to government cuts.
After a couple of weeks of throwing just about every accusation possible at Julian Assange and Wikileaks, and making sure that any business or service that offered any kind of support to the site was quickly warned off, today - on the day that Mr Assange was arrested on charges of rape that look, well, very convenient, to say the least - it was announced that the USA is going to host World Press Freedom Day in 2011.
Oh wait, this is real. And printed without any irony whatsoever. I’m in shock.
Update: The writer, Charlotte Metcalf, appears to be some kind of serial middle-class whinger. Compare and contrast the above article with this effort, for the same newspaper, back in August. Same photos, and almost the same opening paragraphs. Presumably she got paid twice, too?
The photo at the top is as dreadful as ever (he shouldn’t try smiling - ever) and he clearly still has an inability to communicate to the public in slickly emotional soundbites (hello, David Cameron), but this interview with Gordon Brown is poignant. More than that, it shows what an excellent political thinker and, importantly, principled leader we lost. Damn.
“So while it looks like I’m destined to trundle through the rest of my days in a blaze of mediocrity, I’m left with one crumb of comfort to ease the disappointment…….my love of hating things. Now as my mother always used to say “hate” is a very strong word, but the older I get the more I find myself increasingly hating lots of people and things.”—
I think this piece of writing describes not only my general mindset for about the past five years but also, I suspect, what I’m going to be like for the rest of my life. There is so much to look forward to.
Being disabled and walking with crutches, it has to be said that even if the pavements were covered in six feet of grit, I probably wouldn’t set foot outside in this weather. Even so, it still annoys me incredibly when the only consideration for gritting is given to those poor motorists struggling to navigate the country’s roads.
Julian Cope: Lunatic and Fire-Pistol - “Now lunatic and fire pistol deep into my brain, once more into the breach, into the fray. Insane, i see the rough-house boys descend onto the green; the candle burns the hours that light the day …”
I listened to this song fifteen times in a row before posting it here. *twitch*