Showing posts with label Hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hope. Show all posts

Friday, 5 December 2025

Is Antisocial Neoliberalism on the Wane?

Neoliberalism, a type of antisocial corporatism, is the economic model used by Western countries for the past 40 years or so. The system affirms the primacy of un-regulated or under-regulated markets, to the detriment of ordinary folk. The system is ultimately destructive to community and social democracy, as almost all populations struggle with the cost-of-living crises (that have emerged and will continue to ensue) and their respective governments have fully given up on ensuring fairness and equity in respect to the redistribution of wealth, and most especially extreme wealth.


Housemate & I recently discussed Richard Murphy’s article “Young people are alienated by neoliberalism”, and reflected that a couple of weeks ago we were hearing about 50+ folk being edged out of jobs (experience costs too much presumably, e.g. teachers). Now we see that 20-24 year olds cannot access employment.


Does that mean most employers now only employ 25-50 year olds? And if so, that must have implications? Apart from the limiting of work-cultures to exclude experience and perhaps seeing the job through younger eyes, that would also seem to exclude more folk from buying their home if mortgages last 25 years.


I was fortunate enough to be given a 100% mortgage back in 1986 aged 21, in part because I demonstrated that my monthly rent & savings exceeded the mortgage payment. Now almost no single person could do so. In Inverness, rents far exceed mortgage costs, but the ban on 100% mortgages means folk are not given the opportunity I was given. In Inverness, it is not just youngsters who are brassed off.


I am fortunate to reside on a mixed (ethnically, culturally & socio-economically) housing-estate in a leafy Manchester suburb, but even middle-class neighbours are feeling the pinch and are fed up of job-insecurity (businesses in constant cost-cutting mode). Neighbours have been let go several times and this appears to be normalising, for management rôles at least.


One neighbour in a senior rôle, let go due to a merger along with all experienced staff, found out that because they were made redundant prior to the new bosses determining what employees actually did and no documentation to refer to, the business now does not have sufficient folk to do all that is needed. The minimal managers remaining were given double the number of folk to manage for no more pay.


I reälise this is a long-winded way of saying it, but it seems that almost everyone whether never-worked, in-work or out-of-work is unhappy with the system. My father, a bus-driver, advised me in the 1970’s, that the ‘pan-internationals’ would creäte ever more ‘monopolies’ and control us whilst destroying our communities. Thatcherism may have expedited same, but all subsequent UK governments have continued to control the populace. Dismay, despair & apathy abound. Almost no-one trusts our politicos. Newspapers & news-channels on the whole are not trusted.


The UK and the Globe need a new vision and hope. Perhaps we have the seeds of change. The new mayor of New York; the new president of Ireland; the new leader of a revitalised and seemingly more competent Green Party - are all examples of folk getting their ideas across to electorates and winning. I sincerely hope change is a-coming, sooner rather than later, for young folk, for older folk, and for those in the middle.


Saturday, 13 March 2021

Eight Years of Pope Francis


Eight years ago, Cardinal Bergoglio became Pope Francis. At the time (see quotations below) I was filled with Hope. Given what he has had to contend with, for me, Francis has not failed to fulfil his promise thus far. I was and am especially proud of his encyclical, Evangelii Gaudium [The Joy of the Gospel], upon which I blogged in November 2013, not for its religious commentary but rather its pragmatic approach to poverty, institutional injustice and the importance of ethical business, banking & economics. From an ethics perspective it is well worth a read, or read my blog-post for the edited highlights. I do not consider myself a religious person, but rather a spiritual one. I shall continue to pray for the Pope from time to time, as he needs all the support he can get.


[Image description: opening page to Evangelii Gaudium]

G_d bless Pope Francis! 🙏🏻


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🇬🇧🇺🇸 Pope Francis: that has to be a good omen; a humble saint; a humble man. He's certainly going to need God's help if he's to survive the machinations of the Vatican, the Mafioso and the Freemasons, let alone the gay cabal!


Pope Francis gives me hope that the church might renew itself. %D


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🇪🇸 Papa Francis: que tiene que ser un buen augurio; un santo humilde; un hombre humilde. Está seguro que él va a necesitar la ayuda de Dios si va a sobrevivir a las intrigas del Vaticano, del mafioso y de los masones (y mucho menos ¡la cábala gay!).


Papa Francis me da esperanzas de que la iglesia pueda renovarse. %)


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🇩🇪🇦🇹 Papst Francis: das muß ein gutes Omen; ein bescheidener Heiliger; ein demütiger Mensch. Es ist sicher daß er um Gottes Hilfe brauchen wird, wenn er die Machenschaften des Vatikans, der Mafioso und den Freimaurern überleben wird, und dazu die Homosexuell Kabale.


Papst Francis gibt mir Hoffnung, daß die Kirche sich zu erneuern könnte. %)


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Friday, 31 January 2020

BREXIT Blues

Normally my first post of the year is the publication of one of my poems. I am breaking that tradition this year. I am not celebrating the more than six-hundred thousand viewings of my blog either.

[Image description: on a grey background the words “Sad, sad day. #BREXIT.”]


As a blog that proudly has the word European in its name, I am compelled to lament the United Kingdom leaving our friends, allies and main trading-bloc in the European Union.

I very much suspect that this action will be seen as foolhardy in the not too distant future. I fully anticipate that we Bremainers will fight for however long it takes to rejoin the EU in the future (just as the Brexiteers have fought to exit since the day we first joined in 1972, some forty-eight years ago). I suppose we need to let the old guard die off and then the youth and young adults can assert their optimism and hope in the European project.

Please do not give up on Britain, my fellow Europeans. We may be an island, but - in spirit if no longer legally - we are still part of the continent of Europe. I hope that the day will come very soon when we can once again proudly play Ode to Joy.

[Image description: the EU flag, twelve golden stars forming a circle on a Royal blue background]


Ciao! Bis bald! ¡Hasta pronto! Au revoir!

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Sunday, 6 October 2013

man on man

man on man


thighs entangled in thighs
living knotted rope
abdominal muscles tighten
blushing pansies
erectile nipples redden
and spread
the limpid pools
of your Betazoid pupils
speak candidly
fill with fearful hope
or an optimistic dread

save for lone lust
all emotion freezes
the carnal tune
urges us on inexorably
playing venerated organs
accompanied by blood rush
inflated pipes harmonise
singing the atavistic chant
the bestial hymn
climax coming soon
man on man



For a fuller explanation of Betazoid see this link: the implication, however, is heavily dilated irises, deep empathy and an almost telepathic understanding.