Maybe they’re beginning to listen to us?
To my loyal readers – apologies for not getting a post up in the last day or so. Work has a habit of intervening and expanding into my life – so much so that I’ve largely left behind those things that I used to do for my pleasure and leisure.
I’ve been thrashing away at the photocopier today – in between phone calls and e-mails – and, at that, only about a third of the contacts that need attention.
Oh – and writing the occasional missive to my political colleagues on the utter pointlessness – the sheer existential void in which the self – and the self alone – is thrown back upon you – when you spend five hours being assaulted by PowerPoint presentations of shallow platitudes and statements of the bleeding obvious – when you could be working on something useful instead.
So just a brief post tonight.
I don’t feel I need to write a lengthy post – instead I would just refer you to two letters which – shock & amazement – the Jersey Evening Post actually printed – even though they are an assault on the usual Jersey Establishment line – by dealing with the truth – and doing so on an intellectual basis.
Perhaps someone at the JEP has recognised the inevitability of becoming a good newspaper – of real value to this community? I know (hello moles) that the bosses read this blog.
When the truth gets spoken concerning the long-term well-being of this community, you always hear the Jersey Establishment’s knees knocking with fear.
In today’s JEP, there is a letter written by Daniel Wimberley, which addresses very effectively the attempts by the Jersey oligarchy to “manufacture consent” for their “go-for-growth” – essentially, short-term greed – policies.
And this letter follows on from an equally important analysis by Chris Perkins in Thursday’s JEP – in which he explains the utter bunkum – the shameless hucksterism – in trying to pretend that replacement migration is a solution for population-ageing.
Both men’s letters deal with the efforts of the Jersey establishment to con the public into accepting a policy which has short-term financial benefits for landlords, employers of cheap labour and other assorted spivs; a policy which let’s the present generation of politicians off the hook – just as previous decades of politicians have done – and thereby thrusting into the future the problem – the inescapable – the unavoidable – limits to growth. This immutable reality sits like a landslide across a railway – and one day the fake plastic policies and dishonest fantasies of the traditional political establishment are going to end there – in a train wreck of chaos and recriminations.
Book of the Post:
Slow Food – The Case for Taste: Arts & Traditions of the Table: Perspectives on Culinary History, by C Petrini.
Joke of the Post:
A public relations consultant has his telephone pressed to his ear when a man enters his office. He says into the phone, “I’m sorry, but I have a tremendous workload at the moment and I won’t be able to look after your campaign for at least a month.”
He then hung up, turned to the man in his office and asked, “What can I do for you, sir?”
“Nothing,” the man replied, “I’m just here to hook up your phone.”