"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

An Unproductive Afternoon

Despite Parliament being in recess until 12th October the work of the government trundles on under its own momentum. Policies introduced 20-30 years ago, initially presented as beneficial, have been added to brick on brick: Statutory Instrument on Regulation on Amendment on Law. The changes are all in the name of harmonisation with the EU, except they don't tell us that. It's all about being modern & progressive or, as Mandelson says, it's taking us post-democracy. Inch by inch they are choking the air we breathe, making us look over our shoulders, teaching our children their ways and grabbing a new generation.

Looking back we can see the process, the small steps along the way to where we are now but it's easier to put the handbrake on before you get out of the car than it is to chase it downhill trying to scramble aboard and stop it gathering speed.

Anyway, I've had a quiet afternoon watching a 'comfort' film (Zulu!) and making a determined effort to avoid all political news:

But it didn't quite work because all it did was put me in mind of this:

...

At Runnymede, at Runnymede,
Oh, hear the reeds at Runnymede:
'You musn't sell, delay, deny,
A freeman's right or liberty.
It wakes the stubborn Englishry,
We saw 'em roused at Runnymede!

At Runnymede, at Runnymede,
Your rights were won at Runnymede!
No freeman shall be fined or bound,
Or dispossessed of freehold ground,
Except by lawful judgment found
And passed upon him by his peers.
Forget not, after all these years,
The Charter signed at Runnymede.'

And still when mob or Monarch lays
Too rude a hand on English ways,
The whisper wakes, the shudder plays,
Across the reeds at Runnymede.
And Thames, that knows the moods of kings,
And crowds and priests and suchlike things,
Rolls deep and dreadful as he brings
Their warning down from Runnymede!

You can say what you like about Kipling but he knew how to write populist poems; I suppose some things never change. Except now. Now, some things have definitely changed.

Oh, and to the person who last week twice accessed the email account that I use for this blog, I've changed the password you City of London @rsehole. For God's sake, get a life you great soft cissy girly ...

4 comments:

  1. We can't escape them, keep blogging. Which part of the Gene stuff was your favourite, Man U or Poof?

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  2. Hi OR, it seems to me there's a generation which has seen much and has a fairly good inkling of which way the wind is blowing. You can't escape or hide so there's no alternative but to stand and fight (or blog and fight!) Man U of course - there's no excuse for it :)

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  3. There are signs that English people are 'waking', but the trick of waking is not to go back to sleep again.

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  4. Yes, Edgar, at last the English are waking up - I have faith that they won't go back to sleep and will continue to question. Glad to see you've got your new blog up and running now - don't disappear again!

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