Tuesday, 17 March 2015

Animals Matter - PPCs views on hunting

Came across this service from the League Against Cruel Sports where they offer a system where all your Parliamentary Prospective Candidates for the 2015 General Election in your constituency are contacted to find their views on aspects of hunting and animal welfare. The system works by the PPCs clicking on an email sent from me to select their views on the LACS website.

http://www.league.org.uk/our-campaigns/election-manifesto/take-action-for-animals-general-election-2015

Thought I'd give it a punt as it's very easy to do. So I plug in my details and click the button to send.

In my constituency of Aldershot there are 5 candidates that appeared on the LACSs system.
  • Mr Carl Hewitt - Green
  • Mr Alan Hilliar - Liberal Democrat
  • Sir Gerald Howarth MP - Conservative
  • Mr Gary Puffett - Labour
  • Mr William Walker - UKIP
My emails went out at 11am on Saturday 14th March.

By 7:30 that evening I had an email. It was from Gerald Howarth, the sitting MP. As he said in his email he's a supporter of the Countryside Alliance and the British Association for Shooting and Conservation, so he's no fan of the LACS. No surprises there and I don't expect he's shared his views with the LACS. To give him his due though he does respond promptly to communications. I've badgered him about stuff in the past and he's always got back pretty quickly.

What does surprise me is that none of the others have shown that they have even received my email. I know that this is a constituency where you could take a turd, roll it in glitter, pin an I Love Maggie badge on it and it'd soon be sitting on green leather in Westminster, but come on, no one else has even had the courtesy to respond.

Yes, I know the LACS request is loaded one way with regards to hunting and shooting but in an election year there's really no reason why Hewitt, Hilliar, Puffett and Walker couldn't have got off their arses and replied.

Pah!

Saturday, 28 February 2015

Political Compass

Did a political test again at www.politicalcompass.org

Sort of fits as to where I see myself.




Monday, 19 January 2015

Got to love Mujica

English: José Mujica, Frente Amplio candidate....
Wise words from Uraguayan President Jose Mujica:
'A president is a high-level official who is elected to carry out a function. He is not a king, not a god. He is not the witch doctor of a tribe who knows everything. 'He is a civil servant. I think the ideal way of living is to live like the vast majority of people whom we attempt to serve and represent.'
Measure your political representatives against such a statement. None can stand.

Friday, 12 December 2014

Russell Brand and Question Time

Russell Brand
Russell Brand (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For a long time now I've had zero interest in politics. I suppose I had the stuffing knocked out of me by the incessant stream of left of centre associates that seem to be striving to get their credentials for joining the Soviet Union's League of Militant Atheists. Sadly some people when hearing about 'faith' or 'God' or the like compartmentalise it all into some 'God box' that demands the most strident ripost. They seem to lose the ability to reason and discern whenever God gets mentioned and treat everything linked to faith as a monolithic entity, which it isn't. And in turn they appear to me to become more infantile and stereotypical in their behaviour and manners. One or two excepted of course. But that's why I've had no interest in politics for a long time now.

In the same vein the whole concept of celebrity bores me to tears. Take a 'celebrity' and it all comes down to behaviour to get media coverage and all the while the scenario is being manipulated behind the scenes by Svengali-like men who play the system to line their pockets.

So when Russell Brand appears yapping on about 'revolution', 'occupy' and other lefty mantras my blood freezes. The conjoining of celebrity, infantilism and a new book is just too much for me to bear.

Last night I caught the final few minutes of BBC's Question Time and saw Russell Brand looking rather deflated and perhaps sad amongt the Lab and ConDem clones who were spouting their parties mealy mouthed mantras. I certainly didn't see anything that got mentioned in the reviews or on Twitter regarding clashes and audience heckling. However I did look at Brand's Twitter feed and actually followed the link to his latest blog post where he talks about the show. And I have to say I now see him in a different light. Not the vacuous celebrity and, dare I say it a 'bit of a cock' but someone who underneath the veneer of the media circus actually cares about people. He was able to talk about Christians and people of faith without subconsciously turning into Uncle Joe, and he shows a real passion for humanity and people, as he says:
The Britain of the future will be born of alliances between ordinary, self-governing people, organised locally, communicating globally. Built on principles that are found in traditions like Christianity; community, altruism, kindness, love.
It's a breath of fresh air to find that sort of ethos amongst the left and it's really made a mark on me. So much so that I've even resurrected my Twitter account @lansburyslido.

Heartening.

Thursday, 6 March 2014

Babi Yar

As the Western powers seem determined to allow the flourishing of fascism in the Ukraine it's worth remembering the famous poem by Yevgeni Yevtushenko. The poem Babi Yar speaks of the anti-semitism that led to the massacres of Jews, Gypsies and Soviets at Babi Yar in the Ukraine during the Second World War.

BABI YAR

By Yevgeni Yevtushenko
Translated by Benjamin Okopnik, 10/96

No monument stands over Babi Yar.
A steep cliff only, like the rudest headstone.
I am afraid.
Today, I am as old
As the entire Jewish race itself.

I see myself an ancient Israelite.
I wander o'er the roads of ancient Egypt
And here, upon the cross, I perish, tortured
And even now, I bear the marks of nails.

It seems to me that Dreyfus is myself. *1*
The Philistines betrayed me - and now judge.
I'm in a cage. Surrounded and trapped,
I'm persecuted, spat on, slandered, and
The dainty dollies in their Brussels frills
Squeal, as they stab umbrellas at my face.

I see myself a boy in Belostok
Blood spills, and runs upon the floors,
The chiefs of bar and pub rage unimpeded
And reek of vodka and of onion, half and half.

I'm thrown back by a boot, I have no strength left,
In vain I beg the rabble of pogrom,
To jeers of "Kill the Jews, and save our Russia!"
My mother's being beaten by a clerk.

O, Russia of my heart, I know that you
Are international, by inner nature.
But often those whose hands are steeped in filth
Abused your purest name, in name of hatred.

I know the kindness of my native land.
How vile, that without the slightest quiver
The antisemites have proclaimed themselves
The "Union of the Russian People!"

It seems to me that I am Anna Frank,
Transparent, as the thinnest branch in April,
And I'm in love, and have no need of phrases,
But only that we gaze into each other's eyes.
How little one can see, or even sense!
Leaves are forbidden, so is sky,
But much is still allowed - very gently
In darkened rooms each other to embrace.

-"They come!"

-"No, fear not - those are sounds
Of spring itself. She's coming soon.
Quickly, your lips!"

-"They break the door!"

-"No, river ice is breaking..."

Wild grasses rustle over Babi Yar,
The trees look sternly, as if passing judgement.
Here, silently, all screams, and, hat in hand,
I feel my hair changing shade to gray.

And I myself, like one long soundless scream
Above the thousands of thousands interred,
I'm every old man executed here,
As I am every child murdered here.

No fiber of my body will forget this.
May "Internationale" thunder and ring
When, for all time, is buried and forgotten
The last of antisemites on this earth.

There is no Jewish blood that's blood of mine,
But, hated with a passion that's corrosive
Am I by antisemites like a Jew.
And that is why I call myself a Russian!

This translation copied from http://remember.org/witness/babiyar.html
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