Showing posts with label uk general election. Show all posts
Showing posts with label uk general election. Show all posts
Friday, 14 May 2010
ConDem Nation
Con Dem Nation, on its face, seems easy and affable enough. A coalition led by two nearly identikit leaders, posh boys from the Home Counties, youthful faces not yet lined with worry, smartly turned out in blue suits, both gently mannered and privately schooled, ambling down the garden path of Number 10. These two men, raised by two upper middle class parents and who both read the two easiest subjects at Oxbridge secretly reserved for those who are not that clever, appeared sufficiently comfortable in each other’s company to even joke about the precariousness of the alliance- “I’m off!” Clegg joked, “Wait, please don’t go” Cameron gagged. It was unbelievable that only two days earlier, Clegg accused this man of having a very “unbearable sense of entitlement to govern”. Cameron, when asked what was a good joke he had heard recently, responded “Clegg”. Clegg and Cameron now seem as thick as thieves, the Ant and Dec of British politics, to the extent that it almost seems like a strange game of Spot the Difference: Clegg’s suit is just a tad less blue and a smidgen more worn, and his tie is a sickly shade of yellow.
I am amazed that some Liberal Democrats are surprised that this deal has been negotiated. In the later stage of the elections, this is exactly what Clegg said he was going to do- it was when he said he would not speak with Gordon Brown that I took hold of my senses- I literally saw Red. But for the many who voted Lib Dem to keep the Tories out, it must be a bitter pill to swallow because in my opinion, the veneer of affability masks the true nature of the “co-operation” between the parties, a blue tinged unequal exchange that appears to have eroded the very concept of liberal democracy to a fleeting shadow of itself. Have the Liberal Democrats truly been Con-ned?
According to the Coalition Negotiation Agreement, the Lib Dems appear to have managed to hold on to their promise of an increase in the personal allowance for income tax, focussing on those with lower and middle class incomes. This, however, has been agreed on the basis of the Conservatives' National Insurance increases. Surely boys, they must have taught you at Eton that 1-1=0. So ultimately, we are right back to where we started. The Conservatives have also stuck to their foxhunting guns over cutting Inheritance Tax for high earners and transferable tax allowances for married persons. The Horse and Hound pack must be preparing to buy new horseboxes with the windfall.
Only three lines in the agreement are dedicated to immigration, the biggest issue of the campaign. It either shows that their respective views were some measure of pre-election posturing or how far away Clegg and Cam really stand on the issue. Nick has chosen to sacrifice his strongest selling point of an amnesty for illegal immigrants who had lived peaceably in Britain for a number of years. Cameron preferred to have them undocumented, in the UK illegally, not paying taxes and working less than the minimum wage in breach of the Working Time Directive for unscrupulous employers, and so we now have it. There will now be an annual limit on non EU migrants admitted to the UK to live and work. I wonder if I should have packed my bags already. A brilliant Facebook group sprung up just after the coalition was announced: Cameron is the next UK Prime Minister, Last One to Leave the UK, Turn off the Lights.
Young Nick also seems to have capitulated to the euroscepticism of the Tories. Sure, joining the euro does not seem a brilliant idea right now, but should Britain’s decision on whether it should join the single economic currency be based on the capriciousness of how badly or how well sterling is doing against the euro at the moment?
The only major coup for the Liberal Democrats is political reform – they have half succeeded with their plans to put the alternative vote to the people, as it has been agreed that a referendum will be called on alternative representation. I am not sure, however, that the idea of the alternative vote has the backing of the electorate. Most of us do not really care about it in the same way that we care about other issues like the economy, the NHS and immigration. Elections only happen once every five years, we live every day with MRSA in hospitals, extensive waiting lists, a non functioning welfare state, chronic unemployment and trains which do not run on time. This therefore means that the only thing Clegg managed to get out of the agreement (in addition to air passenger tax per plane and smaller class sizes) seems doomed to fail before it starts.
It also appears strange that a Democratic arm and a Conservative Party (who are proudest of Britain’s unwritten constitution and mores) would be the ones to fetter democracy and the prerogative of the Prime Minister- apparently elections will only be allowed to be called every 5 years and a reinforced majority will be needed to overturn this rigor mortised decision.
I must admit that I am unrepresented in this male, middle class, white Con Dem Nation- there are only a few things I can fully back- no third runway at Heathrow for instance. After Clegg’s sell-out I feel that no one really speaks for me.I feel betrayed. This is not the progressive movement we felt came with Clegg’s fresh enthusiasm. Overall, I am left with the feeling that Con Dem Nation seems less like a quickie marriage and more like a drunken affair, the kind that never lasts beyond the initial almost amnesiac fumbling sex after one too many G&Ts. This is a typical friends with benefits arrangement. One party fucks the other, and after a while, the other ends up feeling cheap, dirty and used, skulking back home in yesterday’s gladrags.
(Image from telegraph.co.uk- all rights reserved).
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Prime Minister, Prime Minister... wherefore art thou Prime Minister?
The UK General Elections is in exactly 5 weeks, and to be perfectly honest the entire nation is probably more interested (judging from the Daily Mail) in whether Katie Price is going to fall pregnant to Alex Reid or whether Deity Beckham’s Achilles tendon will heal in time for the World Cup. This level of apathy is unparalleled. It is a sad state of affairs when the country that bequeathed its legacy of democracy to the United States and to the developing world seems to show less than zero interest in electing a leader. People just don’t give a damn.
I kind of get it. It’s like when the builders come to your house and ask “Do you want that shade of grey, or that shade of grey?” Part of you wants to scream “I don’t give a shit. It’s all grey. Just paint the f**ing walls!"”
In Grenada, for example, politics is deeply personal. “Haul yuh stink and corrupt NNP ass”, “Yuh deceitful NDCite- Coardite!” (Coardite being negative because it denotes the betrayal of the Grenadian Christ- Maurice Bishop). Maybe it’s because we were liberated by the 1979 Grenada Revolution after our parents experienced the dictator years of Eric Matthew Gairy and as a consequence we now hold democracy to our bosom. Again, when I visited Ghana, I found politics associative, tribal and instinctive- I witnessed an impromptu Fanti rally and it was so heartening to see young men and women with drums, up in arms, red t-shirts, stamping their pride and ownership on a political party.
Here, there is no excitement, no anticipation, precisely because there is nothing to get excited about. I personally am more excited about payday.The elections are like the English weather- drab, grey and boring. The English accept their lot in life stoically and I have learnt that you just accept that the choice is between Brown, Cameron and Clegg. No primaries and secondaries. No fuss. No rallies, defining speeches and mass television coverage. No speculation on what potential First Wives are wearing. We just get on with it. We do not challenge why there is no firebrand, no fresh and vibrant faces, no change. In fact, "Change is coming to the UK" just sounds wrong. Its a bad word. Change is the antithesis of good- English people don't even like switching their teabags (oh no you must get Twinings, not PG Tips!) and Sainsburys is still lagging behind Tesco with their tagline of "Try Something New Today".
To be honest there is probably nothing wrong with Gordon Brown. Except that heseems is really boring. Not the type of guy I would like to go for a beer with down the pub, were I the pub type ( I am a bar typa girl, no smelly pubs for me). He seems like the kind who would split the bill based on what he drank ( I owe you exactly 3 pounds, 85 pence)- a mean grumpy tightwad. I don’t know why I think he is tight- I just do. He looks tight. In fact, Gordon and Sarah Brown are like those aunts that you don’t really like because they get you a really sensible jumper at M&S instead of cash. Too safe, too familiar, too ordinary. A Prime Minister needs to be just that. Prime. Like rare filet mignon, a touch of the extraordinary, a certain flair and charm and charisma and can't-put-your-finger-on-it zinginess! Electing a Prime Minister is a bit like electing Ms England, he needs to be able to own the World Stage. I can see Sarkozy owning it, I can see Obama owning it, I can even see Zuma owning it but to be honest I can’t see Brown owning anything except some mittens. He is meant to be the face of Britain and to be honest the face of Britain looks staid, dour, grey and dowdy. It needs a facelift and not one that Sarah Brown in her Erdem dresses can do on her own.
As for David Cameron, I don’t like him either. Too glib and easy to please. He seems too perfect- he says can cook proper food (pork belly and lamb), he uses Itunes, he watches romcoms with his wife and he likes Disney. It doesn't seem true- are there really men out there like that? And besides, he’s a Tory. Out of the question. I just can't get past the Toryism. I must admit that his interviews are all very interesting but interesting interviews do not a Prime Minister make. I find him all style over substance, not liberal enough (married families tax credit just takes the biscuit!) and to be honest, yes, too privileged. I like the idea of a Prime Minister coming from the working class just because we have enough privileged people at the helm of Britain. He also does not have that Obamesque fire in his belly. I must admit I am not keen on Samantha Cameron either. She is too skinny. I don’t trust skinny women. Everytime I see her I think of that quote in Julius Caesar "Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much.. such men are dangerous". Today I found out she's expecting, and while I am truly pleased for them (they lost a child recently) I can't help think "oh great" as I suppose now he gets the Malia-Sasha factor. (Edited to add: Okay I admit I warmed up to her a little bit more when I found out that she is the creative director of Smythson and they have the coolest handbags in pastel!)
Nick Clegg from the Lib Dems is okay. A hybrid mutant between those of us stuck between the boring dichotomy. But do we want our next leader to be just okay?The Lib Dems are probably the party with which I feel the most affinity (in terms of my views). This is supposed to be the party for those of us who are fed up with a stale way of doing things but nothing about Nick screams fresh and vibrant to me-another Englishman in a grey suit. Surprise surprise. And they want me to pay more taxes, which as a liberal socialist I should be happy about but sod it, I ain't pleased. That's my Primani budget right there.
Where is our Al Gore, our Hillary Clinton? I pass on Sarah Palin. I also pass on Mr O as he is one of a kind. Just something, somebody, fresh and non establishment. Someone cool. Someone with bright ideas, who is articulate and who has that certain je ne sais quoi, maybe a Londoner with an Estuary accent who talks the talk and walks the walk. Or maybe a woman? What happened to Blair's Babes? Did they get into a handbag fight with Cherie? Goddamit, isn't this the country of the Iron Lady! There should be some Iron Ladettes in training by now, surely! Or maybe, to hell with all the ballots and registration, since Simon Cowell has conquered America (something the forefathers failed to do in the Boston Tea Party) he should be handed the reins of the country. At least it would make interesting viewing.
I kind of get it. It’s like when the builders come to your house and ask “Do you want that shade of grey, or that shade of grey?” Part of you wants to scream “I don’t give a shit. It’s all grey. Just paint the f**ing walls!"”
In Grenada, for example, politics is deeply personal. “Haul yuh stink and corrupt NNP ass”, “Yuh deceitful NDCite- Coardite!” (Coardite being negative because it denotes the betrayal of the Grenadian Christ- Maurice Bishop). Maybe it’s because we were liberated by the 1979 Grenada Revolution after our parents experienced the dictator years of Eric Matthew Gairy and as a consequence we now hold democracy to our bosom. Again, when I visited Ghana, I found politics associative, tribal and instinctive- I witnessed an impromptu Fanti rally and it was so heartening to see young men and women with drums, up in arms, red t-shirts, stamping their pride and ownership on a political party.
Here, there is no excitement, no anticipation, precisely because there is nothing to get excited about. I personally am more excited about payday.The elections are like the English weather- drab, grey and boring. The English accept their lot in life stoically and I have learnt that you just accept that the choice is between Brown, Cameron and Clegg. No primaries and secondaries. No fuss. No rallies, defining speeches and mass television coverage. No speculation on what potential First Wives are wearing. We just get on with it. We do not challenge why there is no firebrand, no fresh and vibrant faces, no change. In fact, "Change is coming to the UK" just sounds wrong. Its a bad word. Change is the antithesis of good- English people don't even like switching their teabags (oh no you must get Twinings, not PG Tips!) and Sainsburys is still lagging behind Tesco with their tagline of "Try Something New Today".
To be honest there is probably nothing wrong with Gordon Brown. Except that he
As for David Cameron, I don’t like him either. Too glib and easy to please. He seems too perfect- he says can cook proper food (pork belly and lamb), he uses Itunes, he watches romcoms with his wife and he likes Disney. It doesn't seem true- are there really men out there like that? And besides, he’s a Tory. Out of the question. I just can't get past the Toryism. I must admit that his interviews are all very interesting but interesting interviews do not a Prime Minister make. I find him all style over substance, not liberal enough (married families tax credit just takes the biscuit!) and to be honest, yes, too privileged. I like the idea of a Prime Minister coming from the working class just because we have enough privileged people at the helm of Britain. He also does not have that Obamesque fire in his belly. I must admit I am not keen on Samantha Cameron either. She is too skinny. I don’t trust skinny women. Everytime I see her I think of that quote in Julius Caesar "Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much.. such men are dangerous". Today I found out she's expecting, and while I am truly pleased for them (they lost a child recently) I can't help think "oh great" as I suppose now he gets the Malia-Sasha factor. (Edited to add: Okay I admit I warmed up to her a little bit more when I found out that she is the creative director of Smythson and they have the coolest handbags in pastel!)
Nick Clegg from the Lib Dems is okay. A hybrid mutant between those of us stuck between the boring dichotomy. But do we want our next leader to be just okay?The Lib Dems are probably the party with which I feel the most affinity (in terms of my views). This is supposed to be the party for those of us who are fed up with a stale way of doing things but nothing about Nick screams fresh and vibrant to me-another Englishman in a grey suit. Surprise surprise. And they want me to pay more taxes, which as a liberal socialist I should be happy about but sod it, I ain't pleased. That's my Primani budget right there.
Where is our Al Gore, our Hillary Clinton? I pass on Sarah Palin. I also pass on Mr O as he is one of a kind. Just something, somebody, fresh and non establishment. Someone cool. Someone with bright ideas, who is articulate and who has that certain je ne sais quoi, maybe a Londoner with an Estuary accent who talks the talk and walks the walk. Or maybe a woman? What happened to Blair's Babes? Did they get into a handbag fight with Cherie? Goddamit, isn't this the country of the Iron Lady! There should be some Iron Ladettes in training by now, surely! Or maybe, to hell with all the ballots and registration, since Simon Cowell has conquered America (something the forefathers failed to do in the Boston Tea Party) he should be handed the reins of the country. At least it would make interesting viewing.
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