…is a choice which a prospective prime ministerial candidate may have to make during their campaign, as a platform from which to seduce prospective electors with well chosen and well written rhetoric, and to answer honestly any questions the audience might have, in the full knowledge that the mainstream media are hanging on every word.
A village hall is sometimes preferable should the candidate be in the process of building their support foundation.
Teresa May’s choice of a remote village hall on her meet and greet tour of Scotland came as no surprise. As a veteran of village hall meetings, I know that it doesn’t take many people to make a village hall look busy. The photographs taken at the meeting showed her tightly surrounded by her supporters, who obviously had nowhere else to go after they had been packed into the room. However, the illusion was complete and we were coerced into believing that she was engaging closely and warmly with the good people of Aberdeenshire. Or not, as the case may be.
It would have been a wonderfully ironic twist in proceedings if this had been the same hall from which the local food bank is run, but I don’t think we will see Teresa May near any of those, unless her fortunes take a real turn for the worse. Her complete ignorance ( ? ) of what goes on at the lower end of the income brackets was demonstrated on the BBC’s Marr show this morning, when she said that there were many complex reasons why someone goes to a food bank.
Complex ? I can think of two overriding reasons why people go to food banks i.e. hunger and lack of money to buy food from the usual sources. And that is qualification enough I would say, without over complicating the matter as politicians like to do.
I find the whole idea of food banks, abhorrent. That they even exist in a country with so much wealth is a disgusting reflection on the Tory policies. That our government sends aid to foreign nations and feeds and rehomes refugees, whilst our own nationals sleep rough and eat poorly is a travesty of these times. Logic dictates that, if homelessness and poverty exist amongst the people who were born and bred in the UK and the government says that it cannot afford to address this problem, then surely it makes no sense to allow people of other nations to enter our country and overburden a system which, the government complain, is already over stretched.
These are issues which can’t be addressed by the people who were born and raised in this country without having every derogatory adjective beginning with ” anti ” or ” r ” in the dictionary being thrown at us by the well meaning, but woefully ignorant members of society, who are elevated enough to assume they have immunity from the effects of such issues. Or so they think.
Political correctness would prevent us from saying what we mean, when we want.
Anything which deviates from this has the label ” hate-speech ” slapped upon it, although the definition of hate-speech depends entirely on the ear of the beholder. Perhaps we should be examining more closely the ” injured ” parties and those whom we dare not criticise. The ones who are enjoying an easy ride through all the turmoil and carnage which everyone else is experiencing and issuing orders which must be adhered to. Only then might we see some positive progress.
Teresa May might well have hired a football stadium to make her appearance in Aberdeen. The resulting reports in the main stream media would have been the same. Close up shots of her preaching to the converted, hiding the backdrop of an empty amphitheatre. No one would have known the difference, apart from the hand picked players in the piece, now sworn to silence.
So, village hall/football stadium makes no difference to the Tory leader under the conditions she has laid down on the way she wants to conduct her campaign. She could quite easily photoshop her way through to election day. Meantime, we must let her know that her policies are no longer acceptable and that we withdraw our consent to be governed by such rules.
Because we all took our collective eye off the ball, we now inhabit a prison of our own making. Its time now to take back the keys of our kingdom.
more to come…
Had Boris Johnson been more in touch with things at street level he would have picked up some more appropriate and profoundly wounding put downs by now.
After a few minutes, the thought occurred to me that what I was witnessing here was the future government, heads of corporations and banking cartels of a future Britain, which is what the wealth of their parents allows them to be groomed to do. They seldom visit our streets, but instead, are taught about what happens there, and the people who inhabit them.
Not a bunch of confused aging millionaires who are attempting to ruin a country.
It exists to provide services for us. Private companies and corporations have no such obligation and exist purely for the benefit of their shareholders. Their existence is exclusively based upon profit and they are under no pressure to maintain or run an unprofitable service. They are able to make cuts and reduce staffing levels in order to balance the books and can raise and lower prices at will.
And at the same time, they will be asking why no one did anything about this before, in complete ignorance that poverty and reliance on state benefits render a person voiceless, as far as public affairs are concerned.
The result would be a chilled out malleable population and lots of money. Every politician’s dream.
It is a lesser known fact, at least in my part of the world, that fluoride is a waste product from the production of aluminium. Is there a problem with disposing of aluminium waste I wonder, as they spray aluminium particles from aircraft in the pretext of reflecting the sun’s rays to stop global warming. However, as we all know, what goes up must come down, and the very nature of microscopic particles mean that they can be easily ingested by humans and animals alike. Vegetation is coated and destroyed and our ocean and water courses and marine life is affected.
It will save and heal itself. How arrogant of us to think we could possibly help, if , indeed, any healing process is required. It didn’t need saving during any other generation’s lifetime so why, all of a sudden, this one ? Scientists want to keep their research grants and politicians are their messengers who want to maintain their justification for existence could be a simplistic answer.
However in the case Sadiq Khan, the mayor of London, more extreme measures might be required, as a bush will offer less than adequate protection.
Whilst they protest against one man visiting our country, our National Health Service is being quietly dismantled and sold off in the background, amongst other important issues.
The only real point of interest in Britain for foreign governments is the City of London where the fiscal laundries exist. Apart from that, we have been stripped of anything that anyone else wants or needs that they can’t get cheaper somewhere else.
While watching the right hand, we need to be keeping an eye on what the left hand is doing.
However, this week, politicians on both sides of the Atlantic demonstrated an astonishing lack of knowledge about certain crucial areas of their jobs.
Nothing wrong with that. That’s exactly the purpose of having an opposition, so that the government doesn’t get a free ride and is always being called into question. That’s all fine if something good emerges from the argument, but the impression I’m gettting is that the opposition are opposing just because they can and that there is some sort of personal vendetta going on against President Trump which has nothing directly to do with his policies. Its equivalent to kids acting up on a new teacher’s first day at school.
Taxes are a different animal entirely.
We keep paying more and more taxes for fear of the repercussions if we don’t. The people in the treasury department juggle numbers to make things look more appealing but at the end of the day, only the rich are better off. These small percentages which are bandied about at budget time mean very little to the poor and middle class, but translated to the upper class can mean a difference of many hundreds of thousands or millions ( as if they need any more).
An Ex Drunk's View From The Driving Seat 