In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk
  • Message to Andy

    After the May election, I joined the Labour Party. Since then I have been inundated by messages from an extraordinary number of Labour representatives, each passionately keen to get virtually personal with me. These include each of the present Party Leader candidates, as well as candidates for the Deputy Leader, all of whom, of course, are hoping for the votes of as many Party members as possible. In theory I can’t  fault all this. And on the face of it, email allows for more direct “contact” between politician and electorate. But is it really “contact” ? Or just a newish kind of computer game ?

    Andy Burnham wrote to me yesterday. At least, the message is worded as if it were him. But it wasn’t. It was just his name. And he wasn’t writing to me. In reality he’s never even heard of me.

    What follows below is a version of my virtual reply to Andy Burnham’s virtual approach, a reply which he will never read.

    I know that in replying to this message, I cannot be addressing the candidate himself, even though his name runs along the top of it, even though the original message to me below, using my first name, purports to come from him, as to a friend. Hi Rogan. Hi Andy.

    That matiness from cyberspace is where I have to start. In earth-bound reality, I do more or less warm to Andy Burnham and think that, probably and all things considered, he is the most substantive candidate available for the role of Labour leader. Whether that means he is capable of driving the Tories and what they stand for out of the driving seat and engine room and language and spirit of this nation, is another matter altogether.

    The signs are not hopeful. [Actually, I voted for Corbyn in the end and am glad I did so. The pot needed stirring to its depths and Blairism of whatever colour is not “modernisation,” whatever claims it makes. For all its longevity, New Labour was a failed experiment, a harsh lesson to learn from. It led directly to the fanged and fated hoody-huggers we have now, spoilt rude-boys cavorting in a flattened landscape].

    One sign is these messages which we keep receiving from Andy Burnham and the other candidates. The Tories’ victory in May was a terrible result for the whole nation. Afterwards, like so many other people, I wanted instinctively to get in closer to an alternative position, to feel less overwhelmed and helpless among all the shame and poison of Cameron’s victory, which has made community, honour, youth, hope and a worthy future for this country so much harder to achieve and even envisage. So I became a Labour member.

    But a Labour member on my own terms and on my own ground, please, so that I can make whatever contribution I can, or which feels right, in my own way. Isn’t that a fairly normal approach to doing something new ? Eyes wide, feet tentative. But instead, I have been met by a whole blizzard of emails which have really been quite seriously off-putting. Eyes sorely tempted to close, feet to turn around. Yes, true, I know I can click to say I don’t want any more approaches from the candidates. And at the bottom of his message today, Ben Nolan, the Party’s Head of Membership, shows us how we can choose which and how many of the Labour party messages we want to receive. Just click here or there. Click click click. And yes, the intentions behind all this are of course not malign or for money. But it’s technically so clumsy, and the language so riddled with ad-speak.

    For it’s not just the number, the flooding, the superfluity of them, that disappoints and puts off. It’s their lack of quality, as if all their language and even their sincerity are somehow second-hand and uncomfortable, however well-meant.

    Just more second-rate selling technique. Just more sloganising. That put-on intimate tone which isn’t intimate at all but a cheap replica of intimacy. That use of my first name as if to a friend, very common now of course, borrowed from the commercial sector, as a way of selling, like playing sweet music in the supermarket. Just more spin.

    So I am writing back to my mate “Andy”, knowing of course that, at best, the person reading my words will be some nameless enthusiast who may himself never have met “Andy.” And “Andy” has asked me to click on some button or other, so that “Andy” can decide which stream of “personalised” advert/propaganda material, addressed as if to his close mate, will suit my category.

    Is this the Labour Party “riding the crest of the times” ? The best we can do ? But it’s not riding anything. It’s just being pulled along by cheap novelty, making what’s bad only worse. It’s an incoherent and unconsidered climbing aboard a train already off the rails. Politics in general and the Labour party in particular have lost contact with their constituency, to everyone’s enormous cost. Democracy itself is reeling and losing its way. We have to get trust back and for that to happen we need to re-create and re-discover how to communicate properly again. Clumsy internet firestorms, borrowed from junk-mail techniques, have nothing to do with real communication and merely add to our alienation. This is not the way to restore Labour’s fortunes.

    Which conclusion leads to some further thoughts – and it is here that I start getting confused and hesitant myself. But let’s carry on. This is maybe where we all have to go.

    In “his” message below, Andy Burnham says that : “two themes really stood out in what I read: that we need to reconnect with voters all over the country, and that we need to do so by being true to Labour values, not simply copying the Tories.”

    Well, I have already suggested that sending out firestorms of second rate junk-mail is a poor start at reconnecting with voters all over the country.

    But I also want to challenge And Burnham on the second theme he mentions. I agree absolutely that “copying the Tories” or – put another way – winning back the Blairite “middle ground”, or – put another way – getting “real” and being willing to leave our high-minded “comfort zones”, or – put another way – supporting “aspiration” and “hard-working families,” is not how to restore our community or the nation’s health or the Labour Party’s proper place in our society. The Labour Party has got to re-discover its own heart and soul and then – with its heart and soul, and some talent – fight for them. In fighting for them, it will be fighting for the nation’s heart and soul, as well.

    But I do not agree that “Labour values” is a sufficient starting-point. For one thing, it’s not clear exactly what these values are. For a second thing, the statement suggests a going back. And we can’t go back.

    To find answers to our present predicament and consternation, we can’t go back into the past, to a particular beginning of a particular short-lived shape. Instead, we have to go to first principles. Back to the very beginning, in fact. And that’s not “back” at all. For by definition, first principles apply to all times, not just to one. They exist at the still point of the turning world, even ours that is spinning so frantically.

    The Labour Party emerged at a certain time in British history, closely connected to the Trade Union movement and the Co-operative movement. As the middle class became impossible to hold down and repress in the nineteenth century, and won the vote and then tended to be represented in Parliament by the Whigs, later re-named the Liberals, so the working class achieved representation several decades later, through the Labour Party. The party thus took shape and momentum from a particular context. Going back to its values, much defined in response to nineteenth century industrial conditions, will not lead to anywhere vital to us now, however interesting and perhaps instructive.

    For it is absolutely clear to me that all political parties in the UK reached their sell-by date long ago and have become just play-backs and echoes of the past, united by terms of reference, and fired by goals and loyalties, that are all now so behindhand that they no longer apply or truly satisfy in many ways. Amid such frantic changes as we are experiencing in this generation, how could it be otherwise ?

    The questions of first principle that have to be asked must surely include these : what do we believe the individual is for ? What is the meaning and purpose of an individual human life ? What relationship with the community do we see the individual as having ? What do we believe the community is for ?

    And from these position statements, if we can find them, we shall inevitably proceed to discussions on how strong and large we want the state to be, how to make tax-collection work better, how better to implement regulation so that people are more prone to value and co-operate with it, how to restore our trust in language, how to make communication more commonly a sharing of truth.

    And are not such questions almost as much philosophical, or even religious, as they are political ? Maybe it has always been the case that these different spheres of thought and operation actually belong quite closely together, and feed each other. But I have the feeling that they need to do so more now, perhaps, than ever before.

    And I have the feeling too, along with more and more other people, that “Left” and “Right” are these days insufficient descriptions of different places on the political spectrum. That “spectrum” itself may not belong anymore.  Ultimately, I do not look to the Labour Party somehow to put itself back together again. Or the Liberal Democrats to recover. Or the Greens to grow. I look instead to all these elements to combine. There needs to be a divesting of all the old shapes and encampments. There has to be a new gathering of forces altogether, and a new vision and set of ideas, uniting and speaking for people who reject the raw materialism and the individualistic self-interest and the social irresponsibility and worship of the Lie, this gangland grouping led by sleek rude-boys recently given yet more power to rend and smash and reduce. If the dynamic gathering of the forces of renewal we need is what people mean by “the Progressive Left,” then so be it.

    But I actually do not see this new platform as being “left” at all. I see it as being merely a coming together of the sane, the loving, the adult and the clear-seeing. For I believe that there is a significant extent to which the people presently in control have resorted to and called out the meanest levels of human nature in reaction to our present precarious common reality, a reaction that is actually pathological and unsound. Our nation’s future should be in better and wiser and kinder hands than these.

    Sincere best wishes

    Rogan Wolf

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  • David Attenborough, Barak Obama, a starling and a blackbird

    David Attenborough has given a long life to his love and defence of the natural world, whose destruction has continued despite him, at our hands. The other day he had a chat with an American president of stature and they agreed on quite a few things. At first a starling took part in their conversation. Then there came a blackbird. See below.

     

    Birdsong Today

    “Sir : I’m 14 and have just started my GCSEs…I want the chance to be something, to make a difference….[but] whilst we grow up our planet is being destroyed…On Monday you reported James Lovelock’s announcement that it was already too late. ‘We are past the point of no return’ he said…”

    Isabelle Ellis-Cockcroft, Letters, The Independent, Thursday 19th January 2006.

     

    Birdsong today
    from the roof ridge opposite
    around eleven
    lasting about three minutes.
    I think it was a starling.

    Then again towards dusk
    (a time of clamour when I was young)
    I heard a still small voice
    in the great plane tree
    down the road

    and saw it –
    a tiny
    misty shape
    high in the branches
    scolding me with its song.

    It lasted a minute or two
    before darkness fell.

    Rogan Wolf
    January 2006

     

    The Last Blackbird

    That blackbird pouring its heart out
    through the last hour of the day
    may be the last in Creation.

    It sings quite well, considering
    the force of the world’s grief, guilt, terror,
    the forest of microphones sprouting round its feet

    the incessant flashes and shrieks.
    As the evening news re-plays
    the blackbird’s voice, the voice

    of the newscaster breaks.

      Rogan Wolf 
    June 2009

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  • But What is Number One ?

    “…And Number One, deep in its steel case
    lashing at forests, at continents, at cities,
    befouling ocean, air-wave, blood-stream,

    raising hordes
    of zealots to slaughter their fellows
    in the name of a phantasm,

    breeding the will to deceive,
    tending the urge to piracy and plunder,
    nurturing despair, aiding inertia,

    working deep in, working slowly
    to the very core, paring,
    particularising, severing, numbering,

    Number One turns from its vast enterprise
    hissing in glee
    at my distress

    and whispers :
    “From whence do you consider
    stem my victories ?…”

    Rogan Wolf, Spring 1994

    (The above is an excerpt from a much longer poem written during a sort of Sabbatical I took, having just gone free-lance after years as manager of a mental health community centre. The poem is one of a series about the “Shadow” half of the human self.)

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  • The Shaming of Tiddalik

    The election lost, we wander round the ruins and embers, still shell-shocked. And with Labour’s Miliband having resigned so swiftly, the contest for his successor gives no cause whatsoever for comfort or for hope. Who are these people jostling now to replace him ? What brought them to this position ? Has anyone yet had time really to think things through, to talk hard and deep and widely, to emerge with any real integrity or justification ?

    I want to give due credit to Jon Cruddas, the Labour thinker of note whose thought was not much listened to by the Miliband circle.  Yet he is still there, still thinking, still arguing. He admired the Bishops’ letter of a few months ago. He responded creatively. It is worth paying real attention to both them and him.

    And Cruddas is surely right in saying how serious and significant Labour’s election defeat has been (see: http://www.theguardian.com/politics/2015/may/16/labour-great-crisis-ever) To say Labour lost merely because it moved away from Blairite compromises with the “Haves” and with what is falsely and cravenly termed as our  “aspiration” to emulate excess, is insufficient and self-serving on the part of the proponents of this line ; further  – as Seamus Milne persuasively argues in Wednesday’s Guardian – it is merely surrendering to propaganda from our plutocrat creature press rather than being true to conviction and also to the British public at large, a majority of whom favoured Miliband’s careful cluster of slightly egalitarian proposals. See: http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/may/20/blairite-revival-leadership-contest-labour-breakup

    For the nation’s sake, we must think and talk in much larger and more fundamental terms than this sorry Labour shuffle backwards and rightwards to where anti-social hooligans operate. What is in question is whether or not there can be such a thing as truth, honesty, fairness and community in our modern way of living.

    John Harris’s analysis of the problem is also searching, and equally dismissive of a Blairite re-run. See http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/may/15/labour-history-leadership If Labour is to take power again it needs to become a real social movement, as it used but long ago ceased to be. Long ago, under Blair and maybe before that, it became just another distrusted party making false promises from Westminster. But how to become a movement now, and in what form ? And Cruddas (with the Bishops) is asking questions even more searching than that. He is trying to re-think what makes community now, what makes a civilised society now, how can we rise to this flood of change we have released and are living – how can we make something recognisably human out of it ?

    For it is not just Labour which lost the election on May 7th 2015. This nation did. Our children did. All our futures did.

    And the balance of forces which 37% of us elected back into power rests on a set of hollow and discredited mantras that belong in the nineteenth century rather than in the twenty first, surrounded and defended by a ring of wagons made up of a corrupt press and of individuals in possession of outrageous and anti-social wealth, desperate to retain it at whatever the universal cost.  These forces are not the answer to our nation’s needs. They are merely the creatures of our vacuum, spawned by it. They belong nowhere else but in our dangerous vacuum.

    We have to go back to first principles. Labour is now in a good position to do so, on behalf of the rest of the nation, if it is willing to face the reality of our malaise, if it is willing truly to serve this nation’s needs.

    One theme I keep pushing is language itself. How can we learn/re-learn to speak cleanly to one another in ways that support community and trust and democracy ? Politicians seem no longer to know how to, or even to see why they should, our re-elected Prime Minister least of all. Juvenile lies and slogans, delivered as if from clockwork toys. Neither does most of the press use language actually to speak to fellow human beings. Press and politicians, both, are barely bothering with real language as they drag each other further and further down. Essentially they just snarl and howl, or else purr winningly, using a camouflage of words to do so. That alone cripples our democracy and any hope of renewal.

    I propose a law that restores the ancient punishment of the stocks. That punishment should be reserved for politicians (and journalists and others who are given the authority of a public platform) who use language deceitfully (a loose definition, I grant you). The stocks should be set up at the centre of Parliament Square. Any politician who is caught being deceitful should be sentenced immediately by the Speaker, the more senior the politician the more severe the penalty. Prime Ministerial deceit would warrant a week in the stocks, followed by five years of full-time Community Service, as penance. It might make him socially useful at last. It might teach him why it is important to tell the truth.

    For the Lie was another winner at this last election, as well as Fear, as well as Greed and Envy, and there is a sense in which all of us assented to that victory.

    I do not see any hope or future in this rump of a devastated Labour party, now seeking to rehash failed and exhausted Blairite collusions with the Lie. The only solution I can see, the only hope, is for there now to be a profound rethinking and reworking of what it means to be progressive, what it means to put value on community and on responsibility to others, what it means not to lie to self or others. That thinking must involve all parties of the “left” as presently constituted and understood. And it must destroy all those parties of the “left” as presently constituted and understood. And it must lead to an entirely new entity and alliance shaped from the essence of all of them, a new party and grouping large and sure enough to roll the Tories back into the humble shape to which they truly belong, like Tiddalik the frog who was made at last to laugh, so that others might drink from stream and pool, and so he shrank back into his true froggy and insignificant size, and crept away into the reeds and hid his face in shame.

    (For the legend of Tiddalik the frog see : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiddalik )

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  • Dying Aside

    She’s 95
    and in a side room

    with tubes up her nostrils
    and eyes without iris.

    Death can be pain-free these days –
    shrieking no longer on the menu.

    Only she pants
    like a woman in labour

    snatching at the air
    as the waves consume her.

    The door
    stands open.

    She hears the nurses chat
    and their hot feet patter

    up and down the corridor.
    Higher and higher the waves.

    Alone, aside,
    she’s a gasping cadaver

    a few sucked breaths
    from completion.

    Rogan Wolf
    Autumn 2009

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  • Day Naught (Friday 8th May 2015)

    We wake to fangs and lowered eyes
    and a few new
    sound-bites for breakfast.

    Davie.orc sees true
    that five more years
    of effing tories

    call for a sugary word
    or two to sweeten the toad
    of his venomous victory.

    “Talk ‘fairness’ chaps,” he glows
    to his new cabinet.
    “Sound all nice again.”

    Round the corner, IDS
    slides his tongue between his lips
    and heads for a door marked

    “Poor People”
    his sack replete
    with instruments of hurt.

    “Now go to work,” whispers Davie.orc
    “All those promises we made
    have to be paid

    for, gottit ?
    Make it neat, ok ?
    And discrete, ok ?

    But each finely dressed
    Tory dinner-guest
    needs a return

    for filling our purse
    so fatly. Let us show
    ample gratitude

    for that selfless support.
    Off you go, dear IDS
    and stop at naught.”

     

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  • Now What ?

    If you look at the map of political power in the UK now – with red for Labour seats won, blue for Tory, Yellow for SNP – you see some very clear divisions and deployments :

    Almost all of Scotland : SNP

    Much of the North of England, the Midlands and Wales (though much less than before) : Labour

    Almost everywhere through the south of England : Conservative

    The exception in this last and largest region is a blob of red in and around London. There are also little spots of red where other English cities are – Bristol, Southampton and – surprisingly – Exeter.

    So what significance does all this have, if any ? It shows very starkly :

    1/ The north/south and also the “Celtic/Saxon” divide between Left and Right ;
    2/ In England, another divide, this one between countryside and city. The countryside represents an old and displaced economy based on agriculture ; and nowadays it is where the wealthy live, with their horses and Range Rovers and computers.

    With several familiar leaders and other prominent figures either being unseated or falling on their swords within hours of the election result, this is certainly a great and extraordinary triumph for Cameron and his divisive energy, his skilled and irresponsible manipulation of divides, his smooth aggression, his plausible but consistently deceitful language, his politics of fear and propaganda, his allies in a press owned by tycoons who hate regulation as much as he does. But his class and his philosophy simply do not provide the answers and vision this country and our civilisation need for a viable future. They offer just a canopy of nastiness and disconnection in which too many of our fellow-citizens have taken cover. Long-term, this election result suggests a profound disaster for our nation, not just for its poor. If Cameron sees himself as being part of the UK, then – at some level, not of course apparent to him – it is a profound disaster even for him, as well.

    Another conclusion to draw from the map is how tiny are the patches on it which have a different colour from the three just mentioned. One constituency for the Greens ; one for UKIP ; a vastly decreased number of Lib Dem constituencies ; three for Plaid Cymru. Is this multi-party politics, supposedly taking over from the two party monoliths ? Surely not.

    The SNP will be a much more vital Opposition in Westminster than Labour will, for months to come at the very least. (For all our sakes, might not the two parties look for ways to join forces ?). But the main picture in the House of Commons now is surely very different from the multi-party alliances so recently being planned for ; for the foreseeable future, there will be effectively one-party rule in England, the party of Me and Mine largely unchallenged, powered by horse and Range Rover.

    Even in these times, one takes some sort of weird comfort from words which others find that seem to say something true, even about the almost unbearably painful. Here are two such comments, presumably written in exhaustion after an awful night for the writers, as for so many of the rest of us. Guardian art critic Jonathan Jones on that tweeted kiss : “I find it exhausting to hate Cameron,” says Jones. So do I. The next five years will be exhausting for very many people. And here’s Martin Kettle, also from the Guardian, drawing strands together that describe succinctly the enormity of what has just happened, so dramatically fast : “Many were poised on Wednesday, as the polls narrowed, to conclude that Miliband would deserve huge personal credit for sticking to what seemed potentially to be a modestly successful Labour strategy through the campaign. Now, on Friday, those enthusiasts must confront the question of responsibility for what [in a few hours] has turned into a failed strategy, about which far too many on the left were far too sanguine and self-deceiving for far too long. They got their party back [the party that fails]. And look what has happened. Now what?”

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  • Re-uniting the United Kingdom

    My partner has begun to dread the subject of Cameron. Cameron fills our heads and house far too often. What if, after all, Cameron retains power this Thursday, or sometime thereafter ? Another five years of this, she wonders ?

    But what if Cameron doesn’t ? What then ? Where will all this anxiety and indignation go ?

    Who is this Cameron ? How can I, how can we, allow him such power to fill our thought-patterns, our speech-patterns, our meal-times, our ways of being ?

    This continuous effort of mine to understand better who he is and what he does, from whence he gains and keeps his traction – is it a way of trying to dispel him and his works, to banish him from our meal table, through being able to place him better in our minds, establishing his true shape ? Or is it, on the contrary, just a symptom of my failure to keep him at bay, hold him in check  ? There he remains, like a balloon, a sleek and brutal rubberiness hanging over our heads, in our own space,  as we sit together.

    Let’s hope Ed and his troops can banish Cameron from the nation’s meal-table on Thursday, though it doesn’t look as if there’s going to be a clean or decisive result, and I continue to fear the worst. And even if the man is driven out along with his acolytes, their meaning, the force they work by, and speak for, and seem to release, will certainly not be leaving with them.

    I can roughly understand how a people can turn to unworthiness in times of confusion, when that unworthiness communicates so plausibly and with such confidence and appears – on the surface – to be offering neat answers that comfort some sections of our community.

    But a feature that struck me afresh yesterday seems worth recounting here. I am not sure what its implications are. Does this fresh line of thought I’ve set out below throw any new light on Cameron and how he ticks ? Or does it say more about us, the electorate, the punters, the “plebs,” how we tick, or fail to ?

    The Observer’s editorial today suggests that Cameron is merely Osborne’s “front man.” Interesting observation, which feels right. I would add another. Cameron is a salesman through and through. Perhaps he is nothing much else. I happen to think that he is also a highly dishonest salesman. It is important (but in present circumstances very difficult) to distinguish between evasiveness/guardedness/distance/spin on the one hand, and plain dishonesty on the other. So many of us, in our anger and enforced disengagement and powerlessness, are saying “they are all the same.” Not so. Spin and distance are bad enough, whatever the complex reasons for these. But plain dishonesty is a different thing.

    I’ll pursue my thought about the salesman a bit further. For the past five years, Cameron has held the position of Prime Minister of a nation still called the United Kingdom. But through a string of examples I shall list below, I think he has shown utter indifference to what those things mean in reality – a lack of awareness or care which might almost be described as pathological. Over the last five years, have we really been seeing a Prime Minister at work, filling a high office of leadership over a country made up of various elements – or is he merely a privileged con man, making hay with whatever he can get away with ? The nation’s Head of State – or merely its Head Rude-boy, swaggering about in his bovver boots ? The leader of a densely populated nation, dynamic and complex – or merely pack leader for a narrow section within that nation, abusing and demeaning his high position merely to advance his own pack’s interests, its territories, its codes, at the expense of everyone else’s ?

    I’ll resort to an image before running through the examples. For there is surely something extraordinary that has been going on here, under our noses. My image is a variation on Steve Bell’s condom. It is a kind of floating mask which looks a bit like a face. We have been willing to call this mask “Prime Minister” and to speak to it as if there’s a man inside. But what fills the mask is invisible. Or else the mask is merely hollow. It turns in a particular direction and speaks words to the group it is facing, seeking to win them over. Everyone standing behind the mask sees that it is hollow. The mask turns again and speaks to a new group. Another part of the nation now stands behind it and sees that it is hollow.

    The extraordinary thing is that whatever lives inside the mask does not seem to notice the growing number of people now witness to its emptiness. One after the other it speaks against the groups standing behind it, trying to please whoever stands in front of it, seeking its own advantage in the moment. It doesn’t seem aware of the growing multitude who see that it is hollow. It doesn’t seem to care that its own narrow advantage in this moment will have no value if it leads to overall disaster in the next. Whatever is in front of it at this one moment, are all it cares about, if it cares at all. In fact, it doesn’t seem to have any sense, or concept, of “overall” either. It seems to sense and tend only to its own advantage, in this moment, now.

    Let’s hurry down the list. Some of the examples have already been referred to in previous posts here.

    1. The NHS.

    The Tories know the NHS is popular, even though many of them hate it for ideological reasons. So their 2010 manifesto forbore to mention their plans radically to transform the NHS, according to Lansley’s plans. And from beginning to end, the mask has kept insisting on its loyalty to the NHS and its plans to keep supporting it.

    But how many people work in the NHS ? Many thousands. All now know, from direct experience, that the mask keeps lying. They can see behind it. But it isn’t looking at them. It does not see itself as their Prime Minister, their leader. It is looking at a small number of people in the marginals who might be persuaded by the spin, the lie.

    In its report, the King’s Fund, a respected independent body of healthcare expertise, calls the Lansley reorganisation of the NHS a disaster. The mask does not blink (it has no eye lids). It announces to its own audience that the King’s Fund praised it. The mask’s interest does not extend to the witness to truth available at the King’s Fund, and the expertise of that body can be ignored, even though its employees’ number are now added to those who know its emptiness, its lie. The mask keeps smiling caringly at its own audience.

    And then heads off to talk to its own supporters in Wales. And there brings up the image of Offa’s Dyke, an ancient division between the Mercians and the Welsh. The NHS is all good under Tory management on the English side of Offa’s Dyke, the mask intones, but it’s all death in Wales. The mask secures a headline or two with that one, which was presumably its intention. The assertion happens to be a crass and irresponsible lie and to cause a great deal of justified outrage. But the mask sees no advantage to itself in pleasing those of the nation’s citizens who live west of “Offa’s Dyke”. So it turns away from them, showing them the darkness of its back.

    2. The UK Welfare Benefit changes.

    Enormous suffering has been caused by the Benefit changes introduced by the Coalition Government. The mask does not blink (it has no eye-lids). For its own advantage, it smiles in the direction of some focus groups and ideologues – and does not see the people it is persecuting  – or their champions, the bishops, the vicars, the food bank organisers. This is not the nation the mask need bother with. The bishops protest, publishing the truth. You’re wrong, says the mask, repeating its lie. The mask dons a halo for the cameras.

    3. The Scottish Nationalist Party.

    As we all know, the SNP has become hugely popular in Scotland. The Tories might just have played a part in that popularity. The mask and its gang secretly exult. In Scotland, before the referendum, the mask faced the Scots, proclaiming its love for them. Then it swiftly turned away and the Scots saw its darkness, its hollowness. Since the referendum, the mask has done nothing but demonise the Scots and the SNP, looking to win over a few UKIP votes, looking to its gang, seeking advantage for its gang – at the cost of its nation.

    4. The Economy

    The mask spends five years proclaiming its fiscal competence and discipline in contrast to those irresponsible spendthrifts on the other side of the House. Then, just before this week’s election, it makes extravagant promises of largesse to carefully targeted members of the population, smilingly. The fiscal competence line evaporates, no longer useful to the gang. It needs to recruit some new gang-members. The rest of the nation will have to pay for this uncosted largesse at some later date. But the mask does not see “nation”. Neither does it see “later date.” It sees only Me and the immediately Mine. My gang, today. Let tomorrow and nation be someone else’s worry.

    And so on and so on.

    I conclude :

    For the last five years this nation has been beguiled. It has kept talking to a mask, a pretence, as if to a Prime Minister. What was behind that mask ? What really were we addressing, behind the mask ?

    What will now become of this nation, already in danger of splintering under the pressure of the upheavals of our time, the momentous, almost tectonic developments taking place in our world ? To navigate and forge a civilised way through these waves we face, requires the best efforts of all of us, united and led by the wisest and most trustworthy among us, chosen with great care.

    The importance of Thursday’s election result cannot therefore be over-estimated. We have allowed the role of Prime Minister of the United Kingdom to remain vacant for five years. The vacancy has been occupied instead by a parasitic source of activity that threatens the health of this nation and works through transparent deceitfulness, abusing the connecting lines of our democracy and demonstrating contempt for our community. We need to redeem ourselves by giving power to a worthy occupant now, and we need to give that person full powers to re-unite and responsibly govern our nation.

    What or whom has this piece really been about ? Who is in question here ? Cameron or all of us ?

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