The Eternal Drudgery Of Working Class Existence

A state of tranquil repose is rudely interrupted by a buzz-beep drone, so I reach over with an apathetic frame of mind to switch off my alarm. I become a walking contradiction: various little routines of preparation for work help to calm the inspiration which may have tormented me during the night, while watching a DVD that I like or listening to a fine piece of music will prevent the mediocrity from entirely devouring my soul; maintaining the balance of rage and love is paramount. When I get to work it isn't long before customers commence wielding their attempts at power play; they know they can always get the last word for that is the nature of 'professionalism'. They talk down to me with demeaning tones secure in the knowledge that if I show a hint of independent spirit they will simply complain about me and thereby threaten to remove my financial livelihood. I want to yell at them,"You think I'm afraid of you, you fuck! I could whip your ass through the fucking streets if I wanted to, and you sure as hell couldn't beat me in a battle of verbal volleyball; my gift with words is unparalleled, my capacity for independent thought allows me to dwell on concepts that you will never even consider, and you dare to patronise me just because you can manipulate this greed-ridden society more to your advantage than I can!" But of course I can't say those things. The institutionalised economic repression has nearly as much of a hold on me as it does most people, only their blinkered ignorance allows them to not be bothered by it.
Lunchtime comes and half an hour's reprieve develops as I'm able to stroll around town in a pleasant little world of my own. The college girls are all around and a momentary inspiration hits me that if I could get a cool girlfriend my general malaise in motivation would lift, possibly allowing my life to progress at a more steady and decisive pace. But nothing brings my otherwise calm insecurities more to the surface than being confronted with an attractive young lady accompanied by the expectation of wit and inane jollity. So my morale is sapped once more as I stand in a stilted frame of anxious contemplation; if I can't even form a long-term relationship then how in the hell am I ever going to advance my career to a state where I will wake up each morning smiling?
The afternoon passes exactly as the morning did and I get to go home knowing I have a few hours of freedom to explore. A stimulant is required to redress the balance of perpetual mediocrity. Alcohol. It will not only numb the anxiety but also give me hope that tomorrow will be different, that I am capable of world-shaking, that fear itself is largely an illusion; perhaps everything truly can have a purpose, perhaps my screaming unfulfilled potential can finally reach the fore and achieve that greatness which forever tempts me at the edge of my fingertips. Surely it must be possible? But the hyper-sensitivity that so easily takes me to the pinnacle of mental agility will of course slam me right back down to the ground again when the tranquil repose into which I glide ever so gently will once more be rudely interrupted by the eternal drudgery and its intermittent companion, the hangover. Is this really all there is?

Cancer Equals Hysteria

Cancer! Say the word and it immediately conjures up a hysterical reaction in most people. This isn't necessarily all their fault, a major catalyst is the media. A report was released today from the World Cancer Research Fund outlining how lifestyle factors can help to prevent cancer, thereby suggesting that people are currently significantly contributing to their own demise. The main recommendations of the report are that certain types of food should be avoided such as alcohol, sugary drinks, red meat, bacon and ham; everyone should be exercising each day; weight should not be gained through adulthood; and even people with a Body Mass Index of just under 25 should try to lose some more weight. Forgive me, but does this perfect person actually exist?! If they do, I'd like to meet them and shake them by the hand. We lead hectic, pressured lives nowadays in a world which is riddled with imperfections; how are people meant to adhere to these stringent lifestyle regulations when they are perpetually accompanied by long working hours, family commitments, money worries, and (heavens forbid) the opportunity of a social life? And the media does not help! Today's news reports have almost entirely focused on negativity; cancer has been portrayed solely as a "matter of risk" for people to deal with themselves. It is not mentioned that two-thirds of cancers are NOT preventable, you can get them regardless of what you eat, just like you can sometimes get lung cancer without ever having smoked a cigarette; these non-preventable cancers amount to a whopping seven million cases per year which the reports have not taken into account. It's no wonder that people get hysterical with worry when they are near enough blamed for getting cancer themselves even though this is often not the case; and let's not forget that stress will make any condition worse given the opportunity, the media certainly don't help with that. So I leave you with a quote from cancer specialist Karol Sikora which I wholeheartedly concur with: "The main message I would have is not to worry about it, to enjoy life, if you like a glass of wine have it". Hear hear.

Negotiation And Manipulation

Difficult Issues

The postal strikes are continuing unabated with no end currently in sight. The sides are now even becoming petty as the Royal Mail accuses the Communication Workers' Union of talking "cobblers"! The ability to compromise is apparently impossible on both sides. But surely this is not the way to behave. As much as I loathe the way in which competition in capitalist business structures cause the workers to lose out to unsocial working hours, insulting wage increases and a domineering attitude from managers, strike action will never be the solution. If an organisation were to give in to the strikers' demands then a precedent would be set which would be extremely difficult to reverse: every time the workers had a grievance they would simply strike, get their demands granted and the business would quickly sink without trace for being uncompetitive causing everyone to lose their jobs. I also don't believe that the postal workers are gaining a great deal of sympathy with the general public as more and more post gets delayed in a backlog which will inevitably cause some of that post to go astray; it's certainly not a situation that I'm happy with! Surely a more intelligent line of attack would be to exploit the fact that Trade Unions are a major source of funding for the Labour Party. If the CWU made a pledge that all of its members were immediately switching their allegiance and their money to the Liberal Democrats, the government would go into a panic-stricken frenzy in order to solve the conflict. Just a suggestion, I really wouldn't expect anybody else to come up with anything that bright. However, I'm not trying to make these issues sound simple and I certainly don't support the fat-cat bigwigs and their typical coercive tactics, but in the current climate of people getting increasingly irritated at not receiving their post, it will only take one cheap and efficient competitor to close in on the domestic postal-service market for Royal Mail to vanish from people's minds like an old memory.












Patronising Politics

Gordon Brown has recently indulged in (or at least failed to damp down) profligate speculation on whether a General Election was going to be called. After seeing the Conservative Party do so well at their conference and the subsequent polls, the Prime Minister elected to restrain himself, lying to the general public by telling them that this was the decision he would have made anyway. But it gets even worse from the Labour spin doctors. During the Tory conference, Shadow Chancellor George Osborne had been forced to unveil a policy (due to the possible looming election!) of increasing the threshold of inheritance tax. Now that the election is not happening, Chancellor Alistair Darling has released his plan in his pre-Budget speech today to - surprise, surprise! - increase the threshold for inheritance tax, apparently something he had planned on doing all along. What a coincidence! Exactly how stupid are British people meant to be nowadays? This sort of political manipulation is abhorrent and is something I was hoping Labour would get away from now that Tony Blair had cleared off to Europe. Seemingly this is not to be, and for the time being politics will continue in its condescending lunacy.

Brown And Thatcher?!

When Gordon Brown - the Labour Prime Minister - invites former right-wing extremist Margaret Thatcher to a pleasant meeting at Downing Street, something is going seriously awry in the world of politics. This is a woman who if she had her way would decimate the NHS and make the meaning of life become getting rich! Of course Brown is never going to return to the glory values of Old Labour socialism, but to have tea and cakes with the arch-nemesis from the past is slapping previous leaders and reformers in the face. I imagine Tony Benn must be fuming while Clement Attlee turns in his grave. Up until this point Brown has acquitted himself with a steady, forthright attitude towards politics which I condone (and I certainly have no problems with the word 'stoical' as some of the media seem to), but this latest betrayal of great ideologies is an unnerving glance into what the future may bring. Hopefully, it will just be a glitch and policies will continue to rule news rather than self-promotional spin of being a 'conviction politician', or should that be 'conceited'.

Educational Elitism Is Counterproductive

A-level results were released this week and (would you believe it!) the number of A grades went up yet again. Wow, I would never have expected that. And so more students scream with delight for the slavering media without ever really realising that the more A grades there are, the more difficult it is for those students to distinguish themselves from each other. It has now reached the point where universities are having to make students go through interview procedures or check for extra-curricular activities on their Records Of Achievement (regardless of what grades they have) in order to decide which are the brightest because the majority are continually getting high marks. This isn't a victory for the educational system, it is a manipulation of the curriculum by teachers who tell students every technique in the book for passing exams and thereby giving their colleges good standing in the league tables. Surely it would be better to have a system where the top 20% (or less) of students got A grades and nobody else did; this would distinguish the best from the rest.
Another unnerving development is that independent and grammar schools showed double the improvement that comprehensives managed. This is another example of how the rich are given greater advantages over the average person who can't afford to 'shop around' for their children's education. Comprehensive is almost a dirty word for politicians nowadays, but that's only because they've neglected them for so long in favour of 'Middle England' voters. So please take it from me: people are not getting cleverer, society is just becoming more sneaky about it.

Hindu Bullshit

Why am I even having to write this new post on my blog? Why does society tolerate such obsessive religious nonsense? The Skanda Vale in Wales recently has been the place for legal wranglings concernings Shambo (what the fuck?!) the bull. Shambo was diagnosed many weeks ago with bovine TB but was not immediately slaughtered as would usually be the case because this bull was considered sacred by a group of Hindu monks. Are you kidding me?! If this bull had been transported even short distances across the country it could have infected herds of cows causing farmers to lose their livelihoods; and farmers who had already lost their livelihoods through such an epidemic must have been livid at the blatant double standards. Let's also not forget that bovine TB has the potential to infect humans; frankly I wouldn't have particularly cared if the monks had been infected but they could then have taken it outside their 'sanctuary' and allowed it to pass to innocent hard-working people.
Thankfully, yesterday a group of police officers were finally allowed to barge their way in and take the bull to the slaughterhouse, an act which should have been carried out weeks ago instead of having to wade through acres of possibly infectious red tape! This is simply another example of how religion causes more problems than it solves. I only wish Michael Jackson had been there to scream out "Shambo!"

Diana, The Sheep's Princess

Yesterday afternoon, I had the severe misfortune to catch some of the Concert For Diana on the BBC. It was basically full of fawning, servile 'celebrities' wanting a bit of publicity as they knew that thousands would be in attendance and millions watching on TV. They talked in what they hoped would be perceived as humble rapture about the woman who was killed by her own love-hate relationship with the press. Everyone seems to have forgotten that dead people did sometimes have failings when they were alive; Diana was a considerably capable manipulator of words and emotions, controlling her own destiny with crocodile tears in front of Martin Bashir, and always being certain to demonise the Royal Family as every hero needs a good villain. The hysteria of the people at that concert (who obviously have had nothing better to do with their whole lives for the last ten years) was only matched by the hysteria on the day of her funeral, when the entire country shut down for a day of self-glorified mourning. I went for a walk that day; the only good thing about it was that there was so little traffic on the roads that the country felt much more peaceful; I didn't feel depressed at all. These people who obsess about this decidedly average woman never seem to want to recognise the intelligent work that Prince Charles has performed for many charities, because they still hold a grudge that he had an affair in a marriage that he never wanted to be involved with in the first place! These people, are of course, sheep. They do not want to think outside what they have seen on the sensationalist television channels or read in the tabloid newspapers. That is why they love Diana so much: because the people's princess did so love being the shepherd.