In some situations I’ve always reckoned it’s better to leave your emotions at home; it’s more difficult to deal with somebody who’s seething with rage or deliriously happy (which can make someone reckless through overconfidence).
However, in the strange and fascinating world of blogs some of the best pieces I’ve read have been where the author has channelled anger about a story of injustice or oppression into their writing, in short they’re seriously pissed off.
I won’t embarrass Anna by naming the blog where the best examples have been seen…
Let’s do some angry. One of the main stories in the news is the proposal to provide state funding for political parties. Frankly I couldn’t watch the item, the TV screen isn’t brick-proof and my veins aren’t rated for 200 psi.
There’d be the usual cant about “serving their constituents” and “everyone accepts the need for effective democracy” blah, blah, blah. I won’t type the Anglo-Saxon words that come to mind, but feel free in the comments. These people make estate agents and used car salesmen look unbent.
Let me open some old wounds from the expenses scandal-
The LibDem MP who charged the taxpayer Â£1k for a luxury reclining chair (now kicked out by her voters but back on the LibDem payroll as some sort of ‘adviser’).
The Labour MP who needed several Â£k-worth of antique bookshelves ‘in order to carry out his work’ and whose response when interviewed reminded me of the football hooligan chant “We’re hated and we don’t care!” (still an MP although so ancient he probably advised Pugin on the decor).
The Conservative MP who always had to travel 1st class as “I can’t be expected to mix with the great unwashed” (not an exact quote but that was the message; he’s now retired to live off the massive pension we generously fund for
these heroes of our time).
The tip of the iceberg; if I listed every example you’d be scrolling through it for hours, but it lives on for ever on the Web (search under crime and scroll past their predecessors like Crippen and Lizzie Borden).
So, the politicians haven’t won the argument and that means it can’t happen? If you follow the history channels on Freeview you’ll have seen what it’s like to be in an occupied country. Arguments about justice and natural rights become irrelevant. The occupier defines what’s just and whether you have any rights; insurance companies, and presumably the French, call it force majeur.
I used this analogy a while ago and was accused of over-reacting (it wasn’t in this blog), so I need to defend the argument.
If politicians are determined to do this despite massive public hostility to it what can the man on the Clapham omnibus do? He can write angry letters to The Times in green ink, he can do what I’m doing and object in blogs, or he can threaten to change his vote at the next general election (how does that work when all political parties want to suck at the taxpayers’ generous dugs?).
In short he’s in the same position as someone unjustly accused under martial law, plead all you like, the outcome’s going to be the same.
Another analogy, the coiled spring, and this is where I’ll self-censor a bit. I shouldn’t have to self-censor but I’d be stupid to mention lamp-posts and piano wire.
Instead I’ll quote Popeye, it’s safer. One of his catchphrases was “I can stand so much, I can’t stand no more!” The spinach would be downed and the muscles would swell enabling mountains to be moved and battleships to be twisted in to knots. It’s fantasy, but at times like these I eye the spinach and wonder what Parliament would look like if you had the strength to twist the building in to knots…