Just Deserts?

So the British Open golf championship attracted fewer spectators than expected. I would like to think this is because people didn’t want to give money to a tournament held at a course that does not allow women to be members.

Elsewhere

When I think of Brighton, which I try not to do, I say to O as we stand at the bar, when I think of Brighton I think of the inside. The pier, the beach, the miles of promenade, they mean nothing to me in my memory, I say to O, and all they meant at the time was something to be avoided. When I was outside I wanted to be inside, back in our freezing cold flat, our freezing cold flat with the mouldy wall, our freezing cold flat with a mouldy wall and no furniture, not a bed, or a chair, or a table, that’s where I wanted to be when I was outside, I say to O as we stand at the bar and fail to attract the attention of the barmaid. When I was inside, when I was inside, wearing every piece of clothing I owned in a futile attempt to get warm, when I was inside watching my breath crystallise in the air in front of me, when I was inside admiring the sheer blankness of our empty flat, when I was inside watching the mould spread across the kitchen wall all I wanted was to be elsewhere. Not outside necessarily but elsewhere, somewhere I wasn’t trying to experience my life as a literary experience.

What did you possibly think you could have achieved by being elsewhere? Asks O as we carry our drinks over to a small wooden table in the corner of the pub. What possible difference would being elsewhere have made? O says, although he knows my answer already, knows the idiotic belief I had that somehow the location was to blame for our failure, for our misery, for the blind rage that we felt towards every inhabitant of that cesspit of a seaside resort. Things would have been better, wouldn’t they, laughs O, if only we were in Berlin? How light our tread would have been if we were in Madrid, the music we could have created if we had moved to Barnsley, anywhere but there, that’s what you said isn’t it, said O, nothing true could be created in this place full of fakes, I remember hearing you repeat that to yourself one night, as you lay swaddled in clothes on your bedroom carpet like a post-rock mummy, O said, at least you know now, says O as he raises his glass to his lips, at least you’ve learnt something in this life, he’s not sure he has, although I was always a bigger idiot than him so it is easier to measure my progress, says O.

 

No change here

At what point did we lose control of politics? Or more to the point when did we lose control of politicians? In 1945 Churchill lost the general election despite being a victorious war leader because people doubted his ability to deliver a new world worthy of the tremendous sacrifices that had been made. It also didn’t help Churchill that there was a strong opposition with clearly defined differences. There are no such worries for David Cameron now. Despite handing Labour open goal after open goal nothing that Labour has said gives any indication they would do anything radically different. It is brutally apparent that a vote for Labour will bring no real change. At best they are Tory Zero, basically the same but not quite as bad for your health. Which brings me to the question of losing control of politicians.

For all the claims about the wealth of the current cabinet, there is plenty of money and privilege in the backgrounds of the Labour front bench. In itself of course this is not necessarily a bad thing. The problem is when Labour start espousing identical policies to the Conservatives and fail to defend the working class it seems to be bitterly obvious that in the main our politicians are from one small sphere of life and pursue policies that will principally benefit others in the same small group. So essentially our choice is to vote for someone with a red tie or a blue tie and that is all we have to go on. How can we give somebody control over important decisions that impact our day-to-day life when their personal reality is utterly divorced from the majority of the people they represent?

If we want any change we need to move away from a system run by a political elite for the benefit of the elite. We need to move away from the failed corpse of liberal democracy. All that remains of a once proud concepts is a hollowed out shell. Liberal democracy is a Trojan horse for neoliberalism. We need a revolution, and we need a post-revolution agreement that market driven capitalism needs to die for good. Surely humanity hasn’t evolved purely to benefit shareholders?