When I was a shop steward in the 1970’s I remember our plant convener saying, and to some extent I agreed that a trades union should not be political, but strive to improve the wages and conditions of its members.
I did have some difficulty with this, as politics is often the cause of our struggle against injustice.
I now wholeheartedly believe that trades unions must be political, particularly in light of the enemy we now face.
Where the hell are they; hiding behind anti trades union legislation? Well, they should be reminded that we are lucky the Tolpuddle Martyrs didn’t say “Ooh! We can’t do that. It’s illegal.”
This afternoon I went into town. I met an old pal I hadn’t seen for a good while- several years. He had always, when we drank together, been a hard worker. A generous guy, who wouldn’t see you without a pint if your circumstances were less fortunate than his own.
We went for a pint- that turned into several! – and he told me his story. He now has sciatica. He is reliant on benefits, though looking for the hard for work his disability no longer allows him to do. He tried to work, shovelling shit (apologies for the language- no I do not apologise. He shovelled YOUR shit) at a local recycling plant.
It transpired that while I was in town enjoying the Xmas to come celebrations, he was in town because he had no heating, no light, no food; NOTHING. No reason to stay home, no reason to be out. No reason to be anywhere; a non-person in our wonderful capitalist society.
And I think to myself, what wonderful world.
I do believe that Andrew Mitchell said what the officer he directed his comments at said he had.
I believe that when further supporting evidence was forthcoming from other officers who claimed to have witnessed the event he resigned his ministerial position in the face of overwhelming evidence.
I believe that the police did what they do- closed ranks and backed each other up.
I believe that further evidence and the ensuing investigation proved some officers lied.
I believe that Mr Mitchell saw an opportunity and took advantage of this.
Otherwise, why didn’t he fight it from the start; why did he resign?
Just because some officers lied in support of their colleague doesn’t mean the whole tale is made up.
Of course, what I believe doesn’t amount to much. But I believe it.
Having had serious computer issues, which took me several weeks to finally identify and rectify, I am now back online and will hopefully find something interesting to post about soon, achieving my aim of giving an alternative – if sometimes unpopular- view.
I earned, after tax £324 this week. A goodly sum, you might think; especially those reliant on £71 a week to survive. And yet, this Saturday night, I am, after, I admit a few small luxuries stony broke.
Oh yes, the bills, at least for this month are paid. There’s food in the freezer and I have a drink to enjoy at home.
If this is the limit (and it is!) of my pleasures, my reward for a 48 hour hard working week, how much harder is it for the unfortunate folk who rely on benefits, how much harder now when they are told they must do more, or lose their entitlement because ‘the country cannot afford it’?
Well, Mr. Politician, I AM THE COUNTRY! You can take more from me in taxation if that is the cost. I will share my good fortune with those less fortunate if that is what is needed. What I resent is then rich becoming richer, the poor becoming poorer and the hard workers paying for it while the wealthy become wealthier by buying and selling my labour and/or the goods I produce.
This impassioned speech genuinely brought tears to my eyes. Such a heartfelt plea is rarely heard from today’s career politicians, whose focus is spin and deceit.
You will note how Cameron turned away from Dennis as he attempted to defend ATOS and his, his ministers and his party’s atrocious treatment of the sick, disabled and needy.
Despite the headline “Dennis Skinner: ‘The Beast’ Shows Softer Side” and despite Dennis’s reputation for his ‘no prisoners’ stance, this is a man of great compassion; of great feeling and of great caring. He knows liberalist socialism will not defeat the real beast of capitalism and greed. He knows that only a strong and wilful- and yes, sometimes aggressive opposition, not just in parliament but also to capitalism in general is the only way we will bring about a fairer and more equitable society. He know that in the fight for justice, as in any fight there will be casualties. He knows we must minimise the casualties, but the fight must go on.
But while we quite rightly laud Dennis, we must not fail by using this speech to merely advance our socialist agenda; we must not forget the poor man whose last year of life was not only ravaged by his medical condition, but then this burden was exacerbated by the ‘medical’ assessment that stripped him of the little help he deserved- and paid for throughout his working life. We must neither forget his poor widow, who lived this imposition with him and is now left alone to wonder why.
He is the last of the crusaders; the last of a line of great socialist politicians. I can only hope he instils in some young prospective politicians the will to continue the fight.
It’s with considerable hesitation that I decided to write this post. As you’ll have noticed if you’re a regular reader, the SKWAWKBOX has been very quiet this month.
Some months ago, I set up a company along with an old colleague – with the aim of making a living for my family and me while gaining more freedom to write this blog.
That’s the theory, at any rate. The reality has been that the process of getting a new business up and running, and the need to make it pay sooner rather than later, have been almost all-consuming. Add to that the imperative to get to know my new grand-daughter, and to invest in my family relationships, and it’s been almost impossible to find the time to write.
The articles I write here take a lot of research – and then a lot of time to try to turn the research into something readable and relevant. I have no intention of giving up on the blog – I couldn’t, while this government is in office, intent on impoverishing and persecuting ordinary people, dismantling our NHS and routinely lying about it all. But it kills me to see things that need to be written and not be able to do it.
So I’m going, with some trepidation, to ask for your help.
I’ve never asked for a penny for writing this blog – and I don’t intend to start now. It’s important that nobody can (justly) accuse me of writing for profit, or of any kind of undue influence by those with money. There’s already far too much of that around.
But I will ask that, if you think this blog has value in exposing what’s going on and in the attempt to maintain some kind of just society, that you take a look at the services page of my company.
If – and only if – my company offers something which is of use to you, please fill in a contact form to let us know what it is. If it’s something that might be useful to someone you know, please tell them.
And please do so only if it’s something that you genuinely need, and you feel that you will get value for it. This is not about asking for charity, but about a business transaction – an opportunity for me to support the blog and my family myself by providing you with something that will be useful for you (and should save you money).
That and using the system intelligently to help support exposing the darker parts of it.
Plus I think our services are pretty good – if they’re the kind of thing that will be of use to you.
Whether this works or not, I’ll continue to do my best to provide good, well-researched information here on The SKWAWKBOX so that we’re all that bit better informed about what this government is doing and trying to hide.
If you made it this far, thank you! Hopefully you won’t think it was a bad decision.
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