Protest

Nov. 14th, 2012 07:28 pm
hawkwing_lb: (Bear CM beyond limit the of their bond a)
I was just at a protest for Salvita Halappanavar. Protest. Rally. Memorial. Gathering so spontaneous that no one had liaised with the gardaí to much extent, with the result that as the crowd - which numbered over 1000, and I'd eyeball the estimated on the far side of 2000, actually - gathered, we choked off traffic in front of the Dáil, temporarily trapping at least two buses and a taxi in place until the Garda Traffic Corps got matters sorted.

(I spoke to one garda afterwards, and he said no one had said anything to him about expecting any number of people.)

Fast-off-the-block activists had arranged a microphone and speakers, but not much else: it was more of a fuzzy coalescing of national anger and shame, surprising almost everyone there with the numbers present. There was a black woman speaker, whose name I wish I'd caught, who was electrifying and said everything I wish I'd had the courage to catch the RTÉ reporter (who seemed almost too young to be out of school) and yell into the camera. This fucking government thinks we are sheep who will sit down and take this but we won't. (I want to vote for her. Or someone like her. Please be a TD?)

RTÉ news report.

(Although I think maybe someone mentioned there was a protest already arranged for today for something else? I do not know.)
hawkwing_lb: (Helen Mirren Tempest)
So there is this thing. This thing is that Ireland has legal precedent which permits abortion in cases where there is a "real and substantial" risk to a woman's life. (See Attorney General v. X.) But there is no legislation which clarifies this precedent, and no guidance for doctors, who are open to prosecution under an Offences Against the Person Act of 1861:

Whosoever shall unlawfully supply or procure any poison or other noxious thing, or any instrument or thing whatsoever, knowing that the same is intended to be unlawfully used or employed with intent to procure the miscarriage of any woman, whether she be or be not with child, shall be guilty of a misdemeanor...

The punishment upon conviction under this Victorian law, for doctors found guilty, is penal servitude for three years. Women found guilty of inducing their own miscarriages are liable for penal servitude for life. I'm not familiar with the history of prosecution under this law. However, Article 40.3.3 of the Constitution has been used to deny full human rights and freedoms to women.

Today, the Irish Times carries the story of Salvita Halapannavar, a 31-year-ago dentist from India living in Galway, who died - most likely - as a result of septicaemia contracted during a miscarriage of her 17-week-foetus. Her cervix had been dilated for three days. She was in agony. Her foetus, she was told, would not survive. The consultant at Galway University Hospital said, "As long as there is a foetal heartbeat, we can't do anything."

"The doctor told us the cervix was fully dilated, amniotic fluid was leaking and unfortunately the baby wouldn’t survive.” The doctor, he says, said it should be over in a few hours. There followed three days, he says, of the foetal heartbeat being checked several times a day.

“Savita was really in agony. She was very upset, but she accepted she was losing the baby. When the consultant came on the ward rounds on Monday morning Savita asked if they could not save the baby could they induce to end the pregnancy. The consultant said, ‘As long as there is a foetal heartbeat we can’t do anything’.

“Again on Tuesday morning, the ward rounds and the same discussion. The consultant said it was the law, that this is a Catholic country. Savita [a Hindu] said: ‘I am neither Irish nor Catholic’ but they said there was nothing they could do."


Irish Times, 14 November 2012.


For twenty years, successive governments in this country have delayed and delayed and delayed introducing legislation to safeguard the lives and human dignity of women. Even after the European Court of Human Rights heard the 2009 petition of the women known as A, B, and C - and ruled that Ireland's lack of provision for legal abortion in cases of medical necessity was a failure of human rights - the present government continues to display a puling, mean, vile moral cowardice.

If the failure of medical intervention in Ms. Halapannavar's case is found to have contributed to her death - and I cannot see how it may not be found to be so - Irish governments for the last twenty years bear part of the responsibility for her death. (The other part rests with the doctor who failed of their responsibility due to a willful misunderstanding of legal precedent - or a moral cowardice that placed their career and religious faith above Ms. Halapannavar's life and health.)

(Catholic doctrine is not on this point clear today - The Ethical and Religious Directives for Catholic Health Care Services forbid the termination of a viable foetus, but say little of the termination of non-viable but still alive ones, though I suspect few doctors have actually read the things) - but historically, the life of the mother outweighs the life of the foetus, and in a church to which tradition is so important, the historical dimension should be important.)

This is a shame and a stain and a disgrace on this nation. Please write to Irish embassies and Irish parliamentary representatives: THIS SHOULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED. THIS SHOULD NOT HAPPEN AGAIN.
hawkwing_lb: (Aveline is not amused)
"Cry havoc, and let slip."

Flags on a billboard like a washing powder ad:
"Vote yes for stability!" - we'll give you samples
of new improved political detergent
gratis, free: and freely launder sticky fingers
for the banqueting class. Let Kenny fiddle, go
cooking the books, basting his mates: for us, too late.
In back streets and broken new estates some trampled
tinder-sparks of our eternal conflagration
are forced out the pressure valves of emigration.

Remember twa corbies, the twa named Brian?
And one unto the other one said, "I wot
we'll find ourselves behind the dyke (with our boney
hoors) long before the waters flood. No Tribunals
will sit next year. Not here." Irishmen and Irishwomen
- but see, old traditions of nationhood are dead:
by hooks and crooks we'll cling to treaties that can't bring
either peace in our time, or plenty. Still looking
east for a saviour, or south, or west: devil's deals
pass for miracles if alternatives look worse.
Curse Labour, and their so-shattered promises!
Those dole-swingers grow lazy now, so Burton said,
and washed her hands, and shook her head. Name of God!
Of the dead generations, so easily forgot.

But they are liars and the truth is not in them.
I come to bury Caesar - should Caesar swiftly die:
only let Caesar die and pass like other men,
then we will move. Then we will recognise our chains,
and cast them off, and make new peace with the world to come.




A terrible political poem. Still, prose does no better on this subject.

Monday, met a [livejournal.com profile] rysmiel for lunch on what seems to have been the last day of summer. Said [livejournal.com profile] rysmiel was, as on our previous meeting, a scholar and a gentlebeing. That was a very pleasant afternoon.

Since then, I have occupied myself with work and with an unusually high proportion of suicidal ideations. Sometimes it seems as though the most painless option would just be to lie down and wait to die - but I can't do that, since it would leave the IIHSA in the unenviable position of having to find a replacement co-guide for the study-tour on uncomfortably short notice. Likewise with having a screaming frothing nervous breakdown.

Therefore, onwards.
hawkwing_lb: (Bear CM weep for the entire world)
The unemployment rate in this country is at approximately 14.2%. Latest estimates indicate that it will remain roughly stable at that level, with perhaps a .5% drop partly attributable to emmigration, through to the end of 2014. ESRI. Meanwhile, the tax burden on the ironically-named "coping classes" has increased significantly over the last couple of years, and will increase still more. Money quote:

"The biggest burden has fallen on those earning €17,542 to €20,000, who have collectively paid three times more tax in 2011 than they did in 2010 -- or a shocking 215 per cent increase.

Those earning €20,001 to €30,000 are paying 36 per cent more tax than they did in 2010 and those earning between €40,001 and €50,000 are paying 23 per cent more...

...the 118 people in the country who earn more than €2m paid 0.3 per cent less in tax in 2011 than they did in 2010; the 1,148 who earned between €400,001 and €450,000 paid just 1.1 per cent more in tax.

"If you look at the group earning between €17,543 and €20,000, the tax take tripled for that group between 2010 and 2011. But for those earning between €100,000 and €125,000, the tax take only marginally increased," [Dowds] said.


(Independent, 12 Feb 2012.)




I'm terrified, guys. I am not supposed to be this afraid about the future, to the point where I'm lying awake at night, thinking how the fuck do I make it next year if there's no funding?

Or what if I make it all the way. Become Me, PhD. And no one will hire me. And I have no money, because I have had no funding, and no work experience, because I have been doing research.




Fun fact. If you are unemployed, the government thinks you should work a 40-hr week for 238 euro, on the so-called "National Internship Scheme." Which is about 6 euro per hour. The minimum wage is 7.20 euro.

Go here and look at the listing of "internships." Now tell me. How much "internship" training do you think a salesperson, bookkeeper, or IT support person will receive? Tell me that most of them aren't real jobs, which would be better filled by real hires at a living wage. Tell me that making these positions into government-supported "internships" is better for the country than having six- or nine-month contract employees.

Go on. I dare you. Tell me.




A monthly rail ticket costs in the region of a hundred quid. That's twenty-five quid a week. Our two-person household doesn't eat extravagantly, but we can't seem to keep our food and sundries shopping much under a hundred quid. (And shopping for two is not that much more expensive, on the whole, than shopping for one.) Now add in lighting, heating, telephony. The occasional purchase of work-appropriate clothes or shoes.

I say this for the purposes of information. But the difference between 238 euro per week (NIS) and 288 euro per week (minumum wage) is rather large, in perspective. Fifty euro is a fortune if you don't have it.

You can live with dignity on minimum wage if you're not responsible for anyone other than yourself. If you can share a bedsit rental, you might even be able to save - but most people in Ireland, even most unemployed people, have responsibilities and families. Debts taken on while they were in employment and had every expectation of remaining employed.

So this?

This is not fucking good enough, dear government. Fail better, assholes.
hawkwing_lb: (Bear CM weep for the entire world)
It turns out that things can always get worse.

Apparently - the relevent article is behind a paywall at the Sunday Business Post (.ie), but the general outlines are clear enough - the present government intend to remove all postgraduate support in the next budget. That means no fees contribution and no maintenance grant.

Aside from the Logic Fail inherent in this - Government! It costs you less to pay postgraduate fees at the EU rate for research students than it does to maintain those same students on the jobseekers' allowance over the course of a year! And have you seen the unemployment rate? - there's a large degree of cruelty involved in yanking the rug out from under the feet of people who were counting on remaining in education (or chose to return to education) until the jobs market picks up an eensy-weensy bit.

Because, people? Let's not forget that Ireland has no system of student loans comparable to the UK, Canada, or even the US. For the people whose education will be cut short by such a measure, there is nowhere to apply. Do you imagine AIB or Bank of Ireland will give an unsecured loan to a student?

There might be work-arounds. I have (based on last year's numbers) a one in nine or ten shot at a scholarship whose applications open in January. Otherwise, I don't know. I might be fucked. I hope I'm not, but I might be.

In which case, I'm going to have a nice, messy nervous breakdown. The rage and despair has to go somewhere - and right now, I'm holding off on putting my fist through a wall only because a)there is still a chance that this will apply only to new postgraduates and b)I'd only have to pay to fix the wall.

And my fist, but what the hell do I need that for, anyway? Maybe I should put it through my own face.
hawkwing_lb: (Bear CM weep for the entire world)
Greece: austerity cannot prevent depression.

Krugman: "ECB suggests that it’s quite likely that the confidence fairy will make everything OK."

Indications suggest holders of Greek bonds will take a 60% cut. Downside: indications suggest that the Right-Thinking People consider Greece a special case - which demonstrates rigid and limited thinking.

Oh, and everyone wants to smack Berlusconi.

Meanwhile, in the UK, a Guardian poll suggests that almost half of British voters would support a withdrawal from the EU, rising fees bring about a 12% drop in university applications, and St. Paul's cathedral claims Occupy! protestors are costing it £20,000/day in lost revenue.

Back home, our presidential frontrunners include a smugly forgettable septegenarian leprechaun, an even smugger Old Boys' Clubber with a shiny bullet for a head, and the smuggest of the lot, a self-aggrandising former terrorist with the face of an alcoholic tomato.

Yah, I no can has respect for really bad election posters.

The candidates. (Unfair to Norris, and over-generous to Davis, but otherwise a decent assessment.)

And "That's a lot of piss": new ways to cut costs.

Oh, and the Irish Times has launched a new section of its website called, "Generation Emigration."

Fun times, my friends. Fun times.
hawkwing_lb: (Default)
O honourable friends, I bring you some facts and some figures.

As of September, the percentage of persons signing on to the Live Register stands at 14.3%, down 0.1% from August. Let's round up and call it 15% of adult persons, or approximately 440,000 people from a nation of just over 4.5 million. (Statistics from the Central Statistics Office.)

That means 15% of people are unemployment or underemployed. Just under 42% of these people - that is, approximately 6% of all adult persons - are long-term claimants on the Live Register. That is, they have been signing on for over a year. This percentage has risen - from approximately 34% to approximate 42% of claimants, or from approximately 5% to approximately 6% of all adult persons - within the space of a year.

The Consumer Price Index records average inflation of 2.6% to date this year. As of July 2011, almost 9% of households with mortgages are ninety days in arrears. According to figures from the Central Bank of Ireland, approximately 30.6% (or c. 145,400 out of 475,000) of mortgaged properties were in negative equity as of 2010, a figure representing 47% of outstanding mortgage balances. I have no data for 2011, but I suspect this figure has, if anything, dis-improved.

The minimum wage has been cut from E8.40 to E7.20. Social security has been cut. All earned income over approximately E. 3,000 per annum is subject to the Income Levy. Tax brackets have not been adjusted for inflation. The government is introducing a property tax for all households from January, and unmetered water charges are also in the works.

Meanwhile, GDP has risen 1.6% and GNP 1.1% in the second quarter of 2011. Companies such an C&C show pre-tax profits of over 64 million euro, up from 58 million last year. No one has been prosecuted for the financial shenanagins that led to the 2008 crash. Bankers, politicians, and senior television analysts still form a cosy circle-jerk. The National Asset Management Agency has turned into yet another government quango, whereby we reward the incompentents who fucked us over in the first place and provide jobs for their friends and relatives.

Government policy is set by elected hacks and sell-outs (yes, Labour, I'm talking to you: no, I will never vote Labour again) - at least, when it's not being set by unelected Financial Policy Wonks from the IMF and the ECB, who are far more concerned with protecting bondholders and the French and German banks who exposed themselves by lending to banks whose balance sheets are now composed mainly of toxic assets and government bailout funds than with protecting the most vulnerable citizens of our society.

Let us pretend, O honourable friends, that our European Financial Policy Wonks have heard of John Maynard Keynes. Let us pretend, O friends and fellow citizens, that they possess at least a modicum of logic; let us grant them adequate reading comprehension, and the ability to follow historical evidence. Have they not read The General Theory of Employment, Interest, and Money? Have they failed to grasp its essential points?

Let the record show that classical economics, balance-sheet economics, supply-side economics - all this, when faced with a market recession, significantly fails. It fails to improve matters for any but the richest of the rich, and it actively makes things worse for anyone in the middle class on down. (And let us not be sidetracked into defining that amorphous beast, the "middle class".)

Why, then, are we faced with failed policies, toxic policies, when Keynesian economics demonstrably works? Why is the cry of "Balance the Budget!" raised when the chattering classes - yes, even they, even the Policy Wonks and the Political Hacks, for they stand or fall as we do - should be clamouring "Provide Employment!" "Build Infrastructure!" "Invest!"?

We cannot have democracy without hope. We cannot have hope without economic improvement - for who can hope for the future when the vast majority of us are entirely focused on surviving the now? And we cannot have economic improvement without government action, without government investment.

Now is the winter of our discontent, and I see no summer sun ahead of us.

I've never desired wealth for wealth's sake: the sum total of my life's financial ambitions has always been a tolerable, secure position with a pension. A position wherein one could afford a house, a dog, a foreign holiday once every couple of years; a position where one could hope to be treated as a being worthy of dignity.

(It's odd to admit to always having wanted to work in the civil service. But there you go. Civil service functionaries perform useful and necessary functions to the running of the country, and at least in the civil service, one is not solely serving the aggrandisement of private profit.)

But it seems as though our country is to be reduced down to the bare apparatus necessary to qualify as a functioning nation. I don't have hope anymore. Hope, like anger, is a distraction. If I focus on just the things in front of me - on just trying to spend less every week on food, on not fucking up and needing an extra tenner at an inconvenient time, on not thinking more than a month or two in advance - maybe I can avoid dwelling on the fact that my country views me as just one more fungible resource - and one surplus to requirements, at that.
hawkwing_lb: (Aveline is not amused)
The news that the Dáil is considering introducing a dress code is scarcely heartening. The conformity and parochialism at the heart of successive Irish governments hardly needs sartorial encouragement, and the imposition of a dress code will only give the establishment one more tool to bludgeon the more outspoken and non-conformist of our public representatives into line.

Those of us who don't have the luxury of buying a new suit every time it rains might prefer a little more focus on serving the public good from our elected leadership. I make myself so bold as to put forward some suggestions which they could more usefully spend their time in contemplating.

Of course, I don't expect anyone shall trouble themselves to listen to me, but why should I let that stop me?


National Recovery: Some Sweeping Suggestions

1. Implement a high marginal tax band of 95% on income over 100,000 euro per annum, and 99% on income over 150,000 euro.

2. Implement a graduated tax payable yearly on private assets such as property, vehicles, and stock to begin at a value of 500,000 euro: 0.1% on assets valued over 500K, 0.25% on assets valued over 750K, 0.5% on assets valued over 1 million, 1% on assets valued over 2 million.

2a. Farmland, land under forestry, and assets used for the generation of green energy should be exempt from this asset tax.

2b. Corporate assets should be taxed on the same scale, with tax exemptions for a)small businesses, b)equipment which is necessary for the running of the business, c)property at which more than 20 persons are employed during the course of an average day.

3. DIRT and CGT taxes should be increased by 5%.

4. Extra tax incentives to be offered to organic farmers.

5. Incentives to be offered for companies incorporated as co-operatives.

6. Incentives for use of green technologies.

7. Support for regular programs of cultural events in small towns; expansion of the writers/artists in schools/prisons programs; creation of a series of "Science in the Library," "Philosophy in the Library," "History in the Library," programs in which scientists, philosophers, and historians are invited (and paid) to tour local and national libraries to discuss their areas of expertise in front of a general audience.

(You could fund this last on a small scale from a single politician's yearly salary. Eighty grand goes a long way. Assuming you pay each speaker 200 quid per appearance, you could fund four hundred appearances. If you got cheaper speakers and paid them only 100 quid per, that's eight hundred appearances.)

8. Creation of the salaried post of Volunteer Co-ordinator for each town of more than 10,000 inhabitants, with responsibility for a) recruiting and co-ordinating volunteers for local civic initiatives such as litter removal from beaches and civic/community spaces, replanting of green margins and verges with fruit-producing native trees or plants, tending and harvesting said fruit-producing trees or plants, local community celebrations; and b) promoting and providing support for individual volunteer initiatives, such as local drama societies, local historical or cultural societies, local amateur sports clubs, etc.




When that's done, I'd like a pony, too.

I have these utopian dreams, you see. Dignity and grace and possibilities.

And if we could write a high marginal inflation-adjusted tax rate into the constitution, I'd do it in a heartbeat. But then, I'm a socialist.
hawkwing_lb: (Anders blue flare)
I've started reading John Stuart Mill's On Liberty, and less than ten pages into the Penguin edition, I've found a passage which I want to share.

"...[S]uch phrases as 'self-government', and 'the power of the people over themselves', do not express the state of the case. The 'people' who exercise the power are not always the same people with those over whom it is exercised, and the 'self-government' spoken of is not the government of each by himself, but of each by all the rest. The will of the people, moreover, practically means the will of the most numerous or the the most active part of the people; the majority, or those who succeed in making themselves accepted as the majority; the people, consequently, may desire to oppress a part of their number; and precautions are as much needed against this as against any other abuse of power." (Boldface mine.)


Mill's branch of nineteenth-century liberalism can be read in support of a number of different modern political stances. He's a utilitarian, and his arguments can be taken as easily in support of libertarianism as anything else. But his emphasis on individual autonomy and the need to protect individuals not only from the tyranny of despotism, but from the potential tyranny of either the most active part of society, or the part which succeeds in making themselves accepted as the majority, seems to me to be not only vitally important, but also, all-too-easily ignored.

Where Mill writes, "the most numerous or the most active part," here, today, I read "the wealthiest or the most established part."

He writes also:

Protection, therefore, against the tyranny of the magistrate is not enough: there needs protection against the tyranny of the prevailing opinion and feeling; against the tyranny of society to impose, by other means than civil penalties, its own ideas and practices as rules of conduct on those who dissent from them; to... compel all characters to fashion themselves upon the model of its own. There is a limit to the legitimate interference of collective opinion with individual independence: and to find that limit, and maintain it against encroachment, is as indispensable to a good condtion of human affairs, as protection against political despotism.


The tyranny of the prevailing opinion.

In these days, when the prevailing opinion all-too-often means the opinion of the Invisible Hand, market forces and GDP, I think it might be a good idea to revisit the idea of protection against the tyranny of the "most numerous or the most active part" of society.

I really do.
hawkwing_lb: (Bear CM weep for the entire world)
A person can be excused a certain amount of stupidity when they're young.

Shallowness of thought and over-simplification in analysis is a necessary corollary of lack of experience. If you're lucky, you live to acquire the experience and the tools to understand that the world is full of depth, breadth and complexity. If you're lucky, you get to keep learning.

I'm twenty-five years old this month. I can't use youth as an excuse anymore. Relative youth, maybe, but by anyone's standards, I'm all grown up now. And what you do, as an adult in the community, is step up. What you do is take responsibility.

I've spent a long time being bitter and cynical, convinced that no deed of mine can so much as scratch the surface of the indifference of politics, of Big Money, of the smug and the comfortable classes. The world is hard and cruel and cold and very large, and I am breakable, lonely.

Very small.

Well, I am tired of being bitter and cynical. I am tired of listening to the world when it tells me that I am small, flat, stale and unprofitable: tired of listening to all the voices that tell me my voice will never matter, because I am a woman/working class/a poet/a historian/not old enough/not profitable enough/not responsible enough/too educated/not educated enough -

I'm done with listening to those voices. Now I'm going to talk.

Maybe no deed of mine can change the world. That's okay. I'm better at words, anyway.

I can't change the world all at once. Maybe I can't change it at all.

But maybe, just maybe, I can change some minds.

Imagine what the world would be like if we placed people before profit. If we centred our lives around human decency, rather than the maximisation of capital. If we strove to be charitable and open-handed, rather than to be fair and even-handed; to be accepting, instead of tolerant.

To be merciful, instead of just.

I am a socialist. I want a world where social and economic relations are co-operative rather than competitive; where the least no less than the greatest has food enough to live, shelter from extremes of the elements, access to adequate medical care, and time and space enough for joy.

I will be bitter again, and cynical. I will be reminded that I don't really like most people; that I think many of them are utter fools who deserve the fruits of their folly.

And I will be wrong.

Because it doesn't matter if I like people or not. It doesn't matter if I'm right or wrong when I think they're fools. Every human being is a person worth valuing.

I have to step up. I have to do what I can to build the world I want to live in. All I have is my hands and my voice and my (copious) spare time. And I have to step up and use them, though it curdles my stomach with anxiety and all the demons of my self-esteem, because who am I to speak, to act, to dare?

Someone who has to breathe through the fear. Because human decency is worth defending.

Because the world I want to see is worth speaking for.

And I am tired of my cynicism. I am done with folding my hands. I have had it up to here with sitting quietly and minding my own business.

I might not change anything. But goddammit all to hell, I want to fucking try.
hawkwing_lb: (It can't get any worse... today)
"Not In So Many Words A Manifesto"

Have you heard the voices on the radio?
Have you seen the Sunday headlines?
They say tomorrow will be worse than today
They say the golden age is dead.

So heave, boys, and haul away
cut another hole in your belt and buckle tight
leave your dreams and book your flights
for China and America, London and Bombay
for freedom and choices have all gone far away.
The rich have all your money in their shiny fashion bags
And they're not sharing with your tattered rags.

Cut another hole in your belt and buckle tight:
that old record playing late into the night
tired and scratched and broken and sore
and we can repeat it all, word for word,
because we've heard every line a thousand times before:
Be grateful for what you have.
Don't ever dare to ask for more.


So heave, girls, and haul away
(sell your souls forget your dreams default your lease)
The world won't let you speak, or give you peace -
and in the end you'll go a bridge too high, a pill too far
dying in quiet desperation at midnight on your bathroom floor.
Because speaking Truth to Power only keeps the lights on
inside your aching head. And the golden age is dead.

Sell your souls. Forget your dreams - The politicians sigh,
We're all in this together, and you know it for a lie
tired and stupid and ancient and sore
but we can all repeat it, every line:
we've heard it word for word so many times before:
Be grateful for what you have.
Don't ever dare to ask for more.


What I have is a belly full of rage
and fire, and spite: I refuse
to be caged by Capital and the nonsense
theories of an age where no god lives but Mammon,
no virtue but avarice. Workers, unite!
The Invisible Hand is giving you the finger:
It's not going to ever make nice.

What I'm asking for is empathy, reason, common sense:
it's not treason to acknowledge
humanity in poverty, justice in anger,
the future in an open hand.
I'm not a company woman: I won't chant your refrain.
I want a future free from chains, from too big to fail;
free from desperate towns in a haunted, frightened land

What I have is a belly full of rage.
What I have is a stomach full of dread,
and it's too late to turn away
and it's too late to pretend
that our day is coming, our hour -
The golden age has always been dead
and speaking truth to power
won't keep the lights on. Not even in your head.




Yes, I'm a bad poet. And yes, I'm a socialist.

I believe that a government has a moral duty to guard the best interests of all their citizens. I believe that moral duty includes a duty of care which begins with the most vulnerable: the poor, the very young, the very old, the disabled, the discriminated-against. I believe that the vast majority of governments are consistently and willfully negligent in this duty.

I believe that a more just society is possible. I believe the path to achieving a more just society is to stop valourising capital, to refrain from using GDP as a measurement of a society's success, and to reinstute public liturgies for persons of significant private wealth.

That would make a fine start.

Normally I post my poems under f-lock, but right now? I'm an angry socialist. And, dammit, I want to be heard.

(I am not resigned.)
hawkwing_lb: (Bear CM beyond limit the of their bond a)
I'm not happy that the streets of Dublin have been turned into one long series of security checkpoints. Or that's what it looks like. Maybe some people get the warm fuzzies about seeing the better part of 6,000 gardaí all turned out neat and shiny. Me, it makes me feel decidedly threatened. And I'm a nice, peaceful, law-abiding wee socialist, who actually has a fuzzy feeling or two towards our neighbours' institution of monarchy. (If it ain't broke, as the saying goes, don't fix it.)

Also, in this age of instantanious communication, please tell me. What's the damn point in a State visit? Apart, of course, from letting the chattering classes congratulate themselves on how forward-thinking and welcoming they are, and to roll over on their bellies for the royal breath of the world's longest-reigning celebrity. Or, in the case of the US president's visit, the world's shiniest celebrity with the biggest nuclear arsenal. Is it merely to muster all the shiny police-peoples to keep the hoi polloi in their place, produce a few self-congratulatory speeches, and make a large noise in public?

This particular woman-in-the-street finds the symbolism of State visits wasteful and offensive, right now. It's a masturbatory exercise in mutual congratulation, smarm, and sound and thunder, signifying nothing.

Except an excuse to set precedents, here, which appear to erode one's civil rights. No, I don't plan on going into college today. I'm a touch sick, which is a good excuse, but more than that, I don't mean to be in a position where An Garda Siochána are, as the newspapers have said, prepared to stop and search at random people walking the streets of the capital. And I really don't want to have to go to a security checkpoint to use the library. I'm normally okay with keeping my temper, but I am really, really fucking tempted to lose it right now.

Unemployment stands at a little under one tenth of total population. Not working population, total population. Over 400,000 people. Net emigration over the last two years makes approximately another estimated tenth of total population. From a nation containing over five millions of people, we're now at about four and a half.

And the government, who have poured good money after bad into the debt-ridden hole of the banks and knuckled to the ECB over austerity measures and rates of interest that will fucking cripple - that are crippling - this country, are spending thirty million euro on symbolism.

Thirty million euro is a decent number of hospital beds. It's one hundred annual just-under-average industrial wages (before deductions). It's about the sum of a thousand (ballpark estimate) annual jobseeker benefits payments.

And the government is spending it on symbolism.

Yep, I'm pissed.
hawkwing_lb: (No dumping dead bodies!)
...You know, though I vote Socialist/Labour/Green?

I don't actually support most of their party economic positions. Just more than of the others. I suspect I'm more of an agrarian small-s socialist, with a smattering of (really old) Tory economic protectionism thrown in for good measure.

None of this free-market laissez-faire nonsense. Regulate! Regulate! Regulate!

hawkwing_lb: (No dumping dead bodies!)
...You know, though I vote Socialist/Labour/Green?

I don't actually support most of their party economic positions. Just more than of the others. I suspect I'm more of an agrarian small-s socialist, with a smattering of (really old) Tory economic protectionism thrown in for good measure.

None of this free-market laissez-faire nonsense. Regulate! Regulate! Regulate!

Politics

Feb. 27th, 2011 02:41 pm
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With 24 seats to go, the Blueshirts have 64 TDs, expecting to claim between seven and eleven more, and the Redshirts (I kid. But Labour's colours are red) are at 33. The Ould Establishment is down to 16 seats, and may pick up a few more: the (former) terrorists are on 13, and the Socialists and People Before Profit have 3 between them.

(Independents at 11, Greens at zero. You should have known better, lads. Coalition with The Man will never get you anything but discredited.)

A majority is 84 seats. I am hoping that Labour is going to be smart, and either stay out of coalition or demand serious influence in any government which includes them. Because unless things turn around pretty damn quick, I don't see anyone acquiring much glory from the next sitting of Dáil Éireann.

And Fine Gael (the Blueshirts) are parroting the same old tired rightwing market tropes. No, boys. You won't save the country by selling it off piecemeal. (Although if you want to sell RTÉ, it's a useless dynastic dinosaur anyway.)

Won't actually know any real outcomes for at least day or so yet.

Politics

Feb. 27th, 2011 02:41 pm
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With 24 seats to go, the Blueshirts have 64 TDs, expecting to claim between seven and eleven more, and the Redshirts (I kid. But Labour's colours are red) are at 33. The Ould Establishment is down to 16 seats, and may pick up a few more: the (former) terrorists are on 13, and the Socialists and People Before Profit have 3 between them.

(Independents at 11, Greens at zero. You should have known better, lads. Coalition with The Man will never get you anything but discredited.)

A majority is 84 seats. I am hoping that Labour is going to be smart, and either stay out of coalition or demand serious influence in any government which includes them. Because unless things turn around pretty damn quick, I don't see anyone acquiring much glory from the next sitting of Dáil Éireann.

And Fine Gael (the Blueshirts) are parroting the same old tired rightwing market tropes. No, boys. You won't save the country by selling it off piecemeal. (Although if you want to sell RTÉ, it's a useless dynastic dinosaur anyway.)

Won't actually know any real outcomes for at least day or so yet.

hawkwing_lb: (Criminal Minds mathematics is like sex)
It may have crossed your awareness that Ireland is in the throes of an election to decide who gets to deal with the fallout of mortgaging our nation on behalf of private banking debt.

The interest payments on that debt, according to economist David McWilliams - who, while not always right, is less stupid than most of our homegrown economists - could amount to 85% of government income by the end of 2011. Just the interest.

Let's just take a moment of silence and consider that.

This is not a sustainable model for going forward, and the major question of the coming days is whether the new government (looking likely, at this moment, to be either a minority Fine Gael or Fine Gael in coalition with... somebody) will have the spine to alter the equation.

It will require a lot of spine. Because in order to do so, the incoming government will have to stand up to the combined pressure of a lazy and incompetent establishment in the Department of Finance, an establishment in the Irish Central Bank which is part of the problem, the loud shouty mandarins in the European Central Bank, and France and Germany, who are still ecomonically robust and determined to remain that way, even at the cost of the peripheral EU nations. Like Ireland. Greece. Portugal.

I'm not optimistic about the amount of spine any Irish politician is possessed of. And Fine Gael is home the most diehard Europhiles in Irish politics. Even Labour seems to own a sense of obligation towards the EU. I'm not much of a nationalist at the best of times, but the ECB/IMF deal that was agreed to? It's not good for the country. It's not even good for Europe, because saddling the peripheral nations with un- or barely-serviceable debt burdens, in the long wrong, will do more harm to the grand European experiment of economic and diplomatic co-operation and the furtherance of human rights than just eating the losses will.

This is not a balance-sheet argument, by the way. It's partly an ethical one, too.

Universal human rights are important. So is the continuance of a representative democracy in the face of forces determined to create kleptocracy. Oligarchy. Kakocracy.




The ratio of women to men in the outgoing Dáil is on the order of 1:8. The ratio in the incoming one, looks, as of this writing, to remain as one woman for every eight men.

The voting population of Ireland is slighty more female than male. And yet, in my constituency, out of ten candidates for election, only one - and not one from the larger parties - was a woman.

I happily gave her my first preference vote, since she is also the Socialist Party candidate and a useful person (and now, thank heavens, elected) - but really, people. This is the twenty-first century. I expect better.




Also in "I expect better," I am grieved to report that foetal personhood remains a sticking-point for far too many Irish voters. Even the Labour Party must deny that they support "abortion-on-demand" and make waffling noises about passing legislation on the 1990 "X" case precedent.

Oh, yes, I'm a godless supporter of the right to choose whether or not one must provide an organ as life-support for a tiny ball of overactive cells.




At least the bishops are mostly quiet this time around.

hawkwing_lb: (Criminal Minds mathematics is like sex)
It may have crossed your awareness that Ireland is in the throes of an election to decide who gets to deal with the fallout of mortgaging our nation on behalf of private banking debt.

The interest payments on that debt, according to economist David McWilliams - who, while not always right, is less stupid than most of our homegrown economists - could amount to 85% of government income by the end of 2011. Just the interest.

Let's just take a moment of silence and consider that.

This is not a sustainable model for going forward, and the major question of the coming days is whether the new government (looking likely, at this moment, to be either a minority Fine Gael or Fine Gael in coalition with... somebody) will have the spine to alter the equation.

It will require a lot of spine. Because in order to do so, the incoming government will have to stand up to the combined pressure of a lazy and incompetent establishment in the Department of Finance, an establishment in the Irish Central Bank which is part of the problem, the loud shouty mandarins in the European Central Bank, and France and Germany, who are still ecomonically robust and determined to remain that way, even at the cost of the peripheral EU nations. Like Ireland. Greece. Portugal.

I'm not optimistic about the amount of spine any Irish politician is possessed of. And Fine Gael is home the most diehard Europhiles in Irish politics. Even Labour seems to own a sense of obligation towards the EU. I'm not much of a nationalist at the best of times, but the ECB/IMF deal that was agreed to? It's not good for the country. It's not even good for Europe, because saddling the peripheral nations with un- or barely-serviceable debt burdens, in the long wrong, will do more harm to the grand European experiment of economic and diplomatic co-operation and the furtherance of human rights than just eating the losses will.

This is not a balance-sheet argument, by the way. It's partly an ethical one, too.

Universal human rights are important. So is the continuance of a representative democracy in the face of forces determined to create kleptocracy. Oligarchy. Kakocracy.




The ratio of women to men in the outgoing Dáil is on the order of 1:8. The ratio in the incoming one, looks, as of this writing, to remain as one woman for every eight men.

The voting population of Ireland is slighty more female than male. And yet, in my constituency, out of ten candidates for election, only one - and not one from the larger parties - was a woman.

I happily gave her my first preference vote, since she is also the Socialist Party candidate and a useful person (and now, thank heavens, elected) - but really, people. This is the twenty-first century. I expect better.




Also in "I expect better," I am grieved to report that foetal personhood remains a sticking-point for far too many Irish voters. Even the Labour Party must deny that they support "abortion-on-demand" and make waffling noises about passing legislation on the 1990 "X" case precedent.

Oh, yes, I'm a godless supporter of the right to choose whether or not one must provide an organ as life-support for a tiny ball of overactive cells.




At least the bishops are mostly quiet this time around.

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February. The weather is caught between winter and spring. Sunlight and rain and the peculiar thin quality of light I associate with winter falling on spring-greening fields, brown furrows sprouting viridian, turning grey estuary-water to brown depths that ripple and go still.

The towns along the railway line are ugly as ever, without the silvery patina of frost or the golden warmth of summer to elide their flaws. They crawl like fungus up overlooking hills, sprawl out across the landscape, and the city itself looks damp and tawdry and grey.

The lampposts are bearing fruit. The same men's faces stare down from election posters, the same tired and desperate sloganeering married to features it would take a mother to love. Women candidates and the occasional man who lacks a ferrety smirk - who actually photographs well, or can at least manage not to look smug or embarrassed or both at once - stand out for their astonishing rarity.

As usual, I'll be voting for the Socialists and the Greens. And possibly the non-incumbant Labour candidate in my constituency - the incumbant having somehow managed to keep his seat through at least the last two elections without ever having done anything good or useful to bring himself to my notice, and having made himself noticeable this election by the possession of a particularly unpleasant smirk. (I should not judge men by their faces, but really? He looks like he's leering.)

I know the Greens are implicated in the shoddy state of the nation, but I've met their candidate. He's as sensible as politicians hereabouts ever get.




Tonight, I attended a German jujutsu class. It was intense, and radically different to the hit people and run away ethos of Shotokan karate, which is what I'm used to. (If Shotokan is good for anything, it's for teaching you to hit people so they really know they've been hit. On the other hand, in real life, if you don't hit someone hard enough to kill them, you mostly just make them angry. So it will be good to train in a different style - one that includes grappling.)

Fun, but exhausting. We'll see how long my enthusiasm for getting myself beaten up lasts.

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February. The weather is caught between winter and spring. Sunlight and rain and the peculiar thin quality of light I associate with winter falling on spring-greening fields, brown furrows sprouting viridian, turning grey estuary-water to brown depths that ripple and go still.

The towns along the railway line are ugly as ever, without the silvery patina of frost or the golden warmth of summer to elide their flaws. They crawl like fungus up overlooking hills, sprawl out across the landscape, and the city itself looks damp and tawdry and grey.

The lampposts are bearing fruit. The same men's faces stare down from election posters, the same tired and desperate sloganeering married to features it would take a mother to love. Women candidates and the occasional man who lacks a ferrety smirk - who actually photographs well, or can at least manage not to look smug or embarrassed or both at once - stand out for their astonishing rarity.

As usual, I'll be voting for the Socialists and the Greens. And possibly the non-incumbant Labour candidate in my constituency - the incumbant having somehow managed to keep his seat through at least the last two elections without ever having done anything good or useful to bring himself to my notice, and having made himself noticeable this election by the possession of a particularly unpleasant smirk. (I should not judge men by their faces, but really? He looks like he's leering.)

I know the Greens are implicated in the shoddy state of the nation, but I've met their candidate. He's as sensible as politicians hereabouts ever get.




Tonight, I attended a German jujutsu class. It was intense, and radically different to the hit people and run away ethos of Shotokan karate, which is what I'm used to. (If Shotokan is good for anything, it's for teaching you to hit people so they really know they've been hit. On the other hand, in real life, if you don't hit someone hard enough to kill them, you mostly just make them angry. So it will be good to train in a different style - one that includes grappling.)

Fun, but exhausting. We'll see how long my enthusiasm for getting myself beaten up lasts.

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