Showing posts with label glorious socialism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glorious socialism. Show all posts

Friday, 13 November 2020

The Politics of Despair

David Lammy tweeted out in glee about Dominic Cummings’s plan to leave Downing Street by Christmas. He referred to him as a rat, which is par for the course for the party which thinks ‘scum’ is a suitable tag to refer to all who disagree with them. Never was this Thomas Sowell quote so apposite: “It is amazing how many people think that they can answer an argument by attributing bad motives to those who disagree with them. Using this kind of reasoning, you can believe or not believe anything about anything, without having to bother to deal with facts or logic.

If it were only Lammy it would be bad enough but listen to the language from those who imagine they occupy loftier moral heights. While Conservatives often go painfully out of their way to use the right words, to sound reasonable, logical and sound, the left seem to think they have grounds for more embittered attacks. In the USA the ‘Democrats’ (who, ironically, actually have the word rat in their name) regularly invoke the Devil himself when referring to Republicans (who pleasingly have the word pub in theirs).

In the name of saviouristic socialism, people like Dawn Butler liberally sow racist division and enlists the likes of Lenny Henry – a man we want to like, but who makes it so difficult at times – to the cause. Their loathing for white people even extends to calling non-white Conservatives, ordinary working people at that, coconuts, or Bounties. Had a white commentator used an equivalent phrase to describe white people who act black the clamour would not cease until that person had been ‘cancelled’.

But the rub is this; in all the years of social programmes, welfare initiatives, the drive for diversity before excellence and the refusal to accept the necessary duality of success and failure in endeavour, the supposed problems have only got worse. Give people a handout and all you get in return is more hands out. Once they may have said ‘please, sir’, but now it is a demand, often with menaces.

Rather than accept this simple observed truth, that the politics of envy simply creates more envy, they double down and tell the less well-off that the rich are only rich because of greed, connections and some bizarre desire to keep the poor, poor. And like religious acolytes they follow the script at all times until the liturgy becomes embedded. Confronting the clear truth that what makes rich people richer is the masses being able to spend, and spend willingly, would be like effecting an exorcism to cast out what has possessed them

Irony is never far away when doctrinal politics (or religion, for that matter) abounds and the great irony is that once people gain a little wealth they no longer want socialism so it is  a self-defeating dogma, unless… Unless it fails, in which case you blame the failure on the great Satan of capitalism, indeed you make a name for yourself by doing exactly that and then you call yourself Owen Jones, set up a Patreon account and attempt to enrich yourself by banging the drum of despair.

Thus the primary tool of socialism is failure, repeated failure. And what better way to span the generations than to have entire sectors of society who serially fail to improve their lot and pass their misery down to their offspring, then blame it on those who actually pay for their subsistence? It is of little surprise that some of the fiercest advocates of capitalism are former socialists who have made something of their lives. Or as most of us know them, adults.

Friday, 28 September 2018

Power to the people!*

Based on our glorious leader’s stirring speechifying, freedom fighters at my works have struck the first blow for liberty by going on a work-to-rule, They will be collecting their cards at lunchtime. Victory! It matters not what the confected dispute was about, the simple fact is that the business owner is an autocrat; his gaff, his rules. So, as a result of his annoyance he has introduced a new system. Admittedly it’s a bloody great bludgeon to crack a thin-skinned peanut of a non-problem. But while it hasn’t bothered those of us who toe the line, it has, somehow, bothered some of those who maybe don’t.

It’s much like socialism in that regard. Most people go to work, do what is required, take their pay and do with it what they want. Others seem to find time to devote more and more of their energies to being dissatisfied and given that misery loves company they expend even more effort trying to recruit others to the cause. Thus are shop stewards born and should Labour gain power under the current regime – Derek-bloody-Hatton has been allowed back in – we can look forward to wildcat strikes, sympathy walk-outs and flying pickets (everybody’s favourite was that one with the mutton chops).

Younger readers (who am I kidding? You’re all over fifty, admit it) won’t know about this, because it has been redacted from the official party history of the Glorious People’s Republik of Hackney and Liverpool, but back in the 1970s, workers in private firms sometimes came out on strike in sympathy with nationalised company workers determined to harm the country’s prospects. Unlike the governments of the time, such businesses didn’t cave to the threat, but simply locked the gates; the turkeys had voted with their feet for their very own early Christmases.

Power to the people is all well and good, but with power comes responsibility and it is very fucking irresponsible to try and damage your own place of work. Actually, in our case, I have a sneaking suspicion that it may have been a deliberately obtuse ploy to provoke a reaction. And thanks to this glorious national practice-strike, the first blows have been struck against corporate – actually one-man, private – capitalism and the first of the wounded are on their way to the dole queue. Round one winner, the boss.

Of course under the Dear Leader such actions must be made illegal; how dare private companies decide for themselves how to go about their business? Instead the outrage will pave the way for the state to decide what business you are in, how many people you employ and what you pay them  and hey bingo – full communism! Hoorah! But there is one wee snagette I can see. How will this work when the workers are given their promised shares in the means of production? How will they go on strike against themselves?

They're putting the banned back together...

A small matter, I am sure, for the beauty of socialist theory is that you make it up as you go along. Something doesn’t work? Well, it clearly wasn’t real socialism, was it? No, comrades, under real socialism what you need to do is... Keep stoking the fires of envy, keep telling people they’ve never had it so bad, prescribe the way forward to Nirvana and when people get lost tell them they just didn’t do it properly. Genius!

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Power to the People = Power to the same old people, obviously