I think I might be morphing into an Anarchist. Everywhere I look there are organisations and bureaucracies taking in millions of pounds and giving the people from whom they extract that money absolutely no say in how it is spent, and no value for money. No, I’m not talking about the BBC, though there is a case to answer there.
The American taxpayer is forced to give money to his government – who give $6 billion of it every year to the United Nations. The United Nations uses it to finance its General Assembly which in 2009 elected Libya as its President, before reforming their ‘Human Rights Council’ into an organisation that was pleased to grant leg room under the top table to Russia, Cuba, and Libya, amongst others.
Now the US (and UK) taxpayer is paying to have Libya flattened for ‘Human Rights’ abuses. The UN’s Human Rights Council has ‘suspended’ Libya and in the meantime they are considering replacing them with – Syria. That well known bastion of Human Rights where demonstrators are shot dead by soldiers who themselves have been shot dead when refusing to shoot the demonstrators.
Countries love having a seat on the UN Human Right’s Council – it gives them a say in voting for which country they will next turn their investigating skills on – ‘Anyone but me!’, they all cry. That other bastion of Human Rights, the US, is mandated by US statute to issue a ‘full and complete report regarding the status of internationally recognised Human Rights’ in 190 different countries. It sounds impressive until you realise that the body count doesn’t include a single mention of human rights travesties like Guantanamo Bay – or indeed cover any other activity in the US.
We are all in thrall to ‘organisations’; we calmly accept that we must hand over part of our money to them and let them make all the decisions as to how it is spent – witness the EU paying for Belgians to teach the inhabitants of poverty stricken Burkina Faso ‘how to dance’ – for their supper, perhaps? It is a cruel joke.
Teenagers captivated by the idea of Cameron’s ‘Big Society’ queue up to volunteer, only to be told that there is an ‘organisation’ to which they must pay £50 to £100 in order to join before they can even think of cleaning an old lady’s window for her.
We have been so successfully infantilised, so enthralled by Ruritanian titles, that the idea that we might take responsibility for ourselves and simply get on with doing something – saving up to fly out to Burkina Faso, for instance, if we really have a burning ambition to teach an African tribesman how to dance like a Belgian bureaucrat – we now believe can only be accomplished by heading to the nearest ‘organisation’ which has managed to extract money from a taxpayer somewhere in order to supervise us.
Was Everest conquered as a result of an EU initiative? Was Stanley financed by the UN as he plodded to the source of the Nile?
My Dentist, an enterprising girl, went to India in her gap year. She was horrified by the gaps in Indian teeth. When she qualified and started working, she bought and shipped out to India some rudimentary dentistry equipment. Every year she takes her annual holiday in the same small Indian village – and every afternoon, whilst she is there, she attends to a queue of Indians who need basic dentistry. She’s been doing that for the past 25 years.
No one finances her; no applications to a herd of paper shifters for next years grant; no announcements in the press that this essential service will be cut as a result of the heartless Tories; no one earning a living supervising her; few even know of her initiative.
Except, of course, for some grateful gap-free Indians.