The Last Post

I voted today. I qualify for a postal vote these days, so it all happens a bit sooner for me than for everybody else. All the bumf came through yesterday, I sorted it this morning, so, for me, the 2019 election is over.

I did have a half-thought of voting tactically, but in the end voted along with my principles. I feel that by doing that, I have at least been true to myself. In previous elections I’ve done the same – certainly since I moved here, one party is so dominant in this area that I may as well vote with my principles.

I honestly don’t see that this will change things. No matter how many times you shuffle the deck, you’re just as likely to get a royal flush!

I just feel pessimistic.

Coming out of the Woodwork

We have started having General Election nonsense already – politicians saying dumb things, people listening to them a little too closely. Two MPs in hot water yesterday for comments about Grenfell. One for uttering the comments in the first place, the second for trying to excuse him.

Rees-Mogg (the guy uttering the words) appeared to be saying that he would have ignored Fire Service advice, and that by doing so, he would have got out alive, or would at least have stood a better chance of doing so. The problem was that he asserted that this stance was just common sense. So you can see why people are incensed – Rees-Mogg would have got out because he was sufficiently sensible, whereas people died in the fire because they weren’t. He issued a statement later – the opposite of the first (a radio interview) – but the damage had been done.

Nonsense, leopards don’t change their spots, certainly not a seasoned politician during the course of just a single day. He apologised because he realised (or more likely, was instructed by his bosses) that his view was offensive.

Let’s be clear, in respect of Grenfell:

  • people should have followed Fire Service advice, because one could not reasonably expect Joe Public to be an expert in how fires spread. But,
  • people should have had the right to expect that that advice was the correct advice. Not just to expect, but to be able to bet their lives on it. Which is exactly what they did.

Just two questions. There are other associated issues, of course. How people bend either regulations or results so that their property developer friends can jump through a few fewer hoops, and save a bit of cash. The cladding on the tower was shown to be flammable, yet it ticked all the right boxes to end up on the tower block – totally legal. Or the issue of the value of life – social housing is not built to the same safety standards as, say, some swanky millionaire apartment block – which will at the very least have sprinklers. But those are the two key things. A simple guy like me can express these views both concisely and clearly, so why not a professional wordsmith? Or even two of them?

Just on the election itself, I forget litte facts but I generally remember feelings. My current feeling, I had it back in 1997, when John Major’s traincrash of a government was swept away in what heralded the Blair era. I feel that parties don’t win elections, they lose them when voters just become sick of their antics.

At the moment, there is also concern over Corbyn and Labour. They haven’t done themselves any favours, for sure. Blair, at least, was a credible guy, at least before he was elected, before we saw his imperial tendencies. Whilst people might be sick of one party, they are wary of the other. So there we have it – and we are left to choose the least worst option. What a choice!

Another five weeks of this.