Wednesday 20 February 2019


ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE….OF DEATH!

 

          Saturday’s Daily Telegraph Book Review featured The Uninhabitable Earth by David Wallace-Wells, editor of New York magazine, who shows through many facts and statistics that it is already too late to do anything about massive and ultimately fatal climate change. ‘Since 1992, we have done more damage to the planet than in all the millennia before…’ We are, in fact, doomed, and there’s nothing we can do about it. But the message here, according to reviewer Simon Ings, is: ‘the  human spirit persists.

          ‘Wallace-Wells thinks as much. When he thinks of his own children’s future, denizens of a world plunging ever deeper into its sixth major extinction event, he admits that despair melts and his heart fills instead with excitement. Humans will cling pluckily to live on this ever-less habitable earth for as long as they can. Quite right, too.’

          Thus we already have the configurations of the ultimate bourgeois response to the spectacle of capitalism having in effect destroyed the world: look upon this as bringing forth the ultimate sublimity of human heroism.

          So we have gone from climate-change denial to the embrace of extinction. (‘Thanks for pulling up the ladder behind you, Dad,' the children of this author might have said.) Forget about saving the world and concentrate on saving your own soul. Thus the result of several dozens of decades of exposure to Christian theology (as well as some Eastern teachings to the same effect) maintaining the fundamental reality only of the individual human soul, or – in capitalism – ‘rugged individualism’. Just as the response of many to what once seemed the likelihood of mass nuclear destruction was to plan one’s own family bunker with all mod cons and the necessary machine-guns for repelling stragglers. A far better bet than marching on the streets with CND. Thus the eternal dogma of the primacy of the individual as expressed by the ME generation, amongst other ideological manifestations, represented today by the ME’s of the great capitalist and corporate world, who have incidentally  brought about most of the carnage of nature, even simply through share ownership, whether in mining, drilling, motorcar manufacture, intensive agricultural monocultures, chemical companies or energy-hungry electronics. And in the ceaseless search for the cheapest labour on the planet. Anyhow, don’t think anger, or guilt, or fear: think personal beatification through sacrifice of life, like the Christian martyrs of old – and it helps too if you believe in the ‘life’ to come, so that death doesn’t really matter.

          And nor does it matter if societies collapse. Did not our dear departed Margaret Thatcher once inform the world that ‘there’s no such thing as society’?

          Children are growing in number who have a somewhat different take on all this. Protests have erupted from children in over 60 cities in the past week, demanding Change Now! And ‘Hey ho, fossil fuels have got to go.’ This movement appears to be gaining momentum.

          Only kids, of course. The Daily Mail has been quick to point out that ‘the Left’ has ‘hi-jacked’ the movement. So patronise but don’t blame the kids themselves: blame their manipulators, who see this as the chance to bring in socialism. That includes all adults who want to use their own power and knowledge and experience to give strength to the children’s movement, which obviously can’t see all this through on its own. Centuries ago, the Children’s crusade came to early grief trying on its own to save Jerusalem from the Muslims.

          Meanwhile our own Prime Minister Theresa May and her education secretary Damian Hinds have deplored the children bunking off school and not attending to their studies even if many children are saying that they will make up for lost school hours. Nonsense! They should be on the education factory floor at all times if production is to remain profitable. At least May and Hinds have the honesty to blame the children themselves.

          Ridicule and smear are also in order: as written by Ron Liddle in this week’s Sunday Times: ‘Those kids on the march had no idea of the issues surrounding global warming. If they did, they’d have told Mummy not to pick them up in the 4 x 4 once the march had ended.’ What reputable journalist smears children en masse?

          The Labour Party, typically in potentially divisive social situations, sought to adopt a more Guardian approach. As commented by the shadow education secretary Angela Rayner (who didn’t seek to be beastly to the children): she’s ‘inspired’ by the young people taking action, ‘But I hope it can evolve so we can build on its success without the loss of time in the classroom.’ (Morning Star, February 16th-17th.) Never mind the loss of time in saving the earth. In other words, stop demonstrating (that is, since it is useless and ineffective if it’s only done on Saturdays or Sundays or in half-term). Feel the passion but don’t act on it in a manner which is in any way disruptive. Where would women like Angela Rayner be today without the Pankhursts?

          Thus we run the gamut of strategies – uncannily like all the invective against any workers’ strike action since time immemorial – for undermining the resolve of children who are perfectly aware of the facts and have a childish wish to live.

          Thank goodness relatively few children read the newspapers, though a fortunate few may have read the Morning Star, the only paper that supports them in full. But they’re all Lefties over there whose ulterior motive in working to save the planet lies in expropriating those who have largely caused its premature decay.

          Which might, with action now, be ameliorated or slowed. Given half a chance, Nature can show astonishing resilience. Look at Chernobyl today. Kids, take a crack at it. Alternatively, look forward to your mass deaths in good time with ecstatic delight.

Wednesday 13 February 2019


CORBYN IN SIGHTS
(corrected 14.2.19)

           One has been expecting a general onslaught upon Jeremy Corbyn from the mainstream media for some time, especially since charges that he was a Czech spy during the Cold War, that he has been friendly with (Leftwing) dictators and supported IRA terrorism during the Troubles seem not to have stuck, alas, for lack of proof. And because these charges fly in the face of all that we know of Corbyn’s long career in politics.
          His rabid anti-Semitism has also failed to take hold (especially since he appears to have celebrated Seder last year with constituency Jews) for  the Right-wing Press can never quite decide whether he wields sinister dictatorial powers within Labour or is too weak to combat the insidious anti-Semitism in which the Party is saturated. Since the anti-Corbyn tendency could never quite determine the answer to this conundrum the anti-Semitism story has thrived and waned and thrived again depending on how desperate the Labour Right is to get rid of Corbyn.
          Apparently the Labour Party became controlled by a vicious cabal of anti-Semites when Ed Miliband – a Jew – was elected its leader prior to Jeremy’s succession. At that time the Press made great play with Ed’s apparent inability to eat a bacon sandwich (it is understood that Jews are forbidden to eat pork, so this was quite 'funny')  while Ed’s late father Ralph Miliband (respected Marxist scholar and a former Belgian refugee from Nazism) was emblazoned in Daily Mail headlines as ‘the enemy of Britain’.
          With the collapse of all faith in Mrs May’s zombie Tory government and thus an increasing likelihood that Labour under Corbyn may well come to power, sooner or later, it has finally come time for the Press to unleash the dogs of war on him and throw everything at him that they can possibly find. And so the Mail on Sunday, for 10th February 2019. In page after page of diatribe we find, amongst other things, that his two ex-wives have a very low opinion of him and his ‘joylessness’ – which according to commentators makes him poor prime ministerial material. One wife said he once forced her to spend a night in a tent, which surely disbars him from any further participation in politics.  And he insisted on a family outing to visit Marx’s grave at Highgate Cemetery: an odd and inhumane thing for a lifelong and dedicated socialist to want to do.
          I would hate to think what any ex’es of mine would have said about me in retrospect; I don’t suppose on the whole that ex-husbands and ex-wives come off well in marital recollection, or their ex-spouses wouldn’t have divorced them. The fact that Jeremy has long been happily married to a third wife and has three fine adult sons who love him is not mentioned in this trashing expedition in the Mail. Are these denunciations the best the Mail can come up with? There must be a lot of cleanly-scraped barrel bottoms stored somewhere.
          As for his ‘joylessness’, I don’t see Theresa May as a barrel of laughs, either, which is part of her problem in politics. Even an entrance of dancing at the last Tory Conference did not exactly result in offers from ‘Strictly’. But we could hardly call Tony Blair or David Cameron joyless. On the contrary, they proved to be urbane, able to speak with easy empathy, personable, jokey and to be one of the chaps, as well as having a reasonable dress-sense and able to use the right cutlery at the annual Lord Mayor’s Mansion banquet. And what Prime Ministers! Still, it is not a proper comparison since Jeremy is not yet a Prime Minister.
          Then I got to thinking: which Prime Minister would we most have liked being married to? Margaret Thatcher? Apart from the devoted Denis and the besotted late Alan Clark I should imagine the majority of male voters, whatever their politics, would have shrunk back from such a prospect. Edward Heath? This confirmed and grouchy bachelor would scarcely seem love’s young dream. What about the philandering David Lloyd George? Or indeed Winston Churchill – not a philanderer but he drank too much and must have been a pain to live with, as the subsequent histories of his children (if not the ‘treasure’ Clemmie herself) would seem to confirm. The Mail on Sunday also accuses Jeremy of being wholly incompetent over his own finances, thus hardly likely to steer the nation to prosperity. We might rejoin that at the least he has been presenting honest and straightforward books to HMRC and is one of the few politicians who even informs the public of what taxes he actually pays. Again, in contrast to Churchill, whose extravagance was not held back by constant threats of bankruptcy and who had to labour mightily to keep a jump or two ahead of the bailiffs. Prime Ministerial material? Forget it!
          Worst of all, perhaps, Jeremy Corbyn cannot, it seems, distinguish the taste between Heinz baked beans and other brands!
          What kind of person can pretend to be the leader of this great country who cannot tell the difference between different sorts of baked beans?
          Well, let’s see how far this devastating onslaught hits home.
         

Wednesday 6 February 2019


STOCK TAKE

 

          Going through my back files I find blogs of mine that are unlikely to merit much further attention, for a number are somewhat thinnish, ephemeral in a journalistic  sense or now no longer of so much contemporary interest.

          Since each according to their own taste, however, I’m not deleting anything previously posted. Instead I offer a guide to blogs that I think are worth visiting or re-visiting for one reason or another, either because of subject or quality or both.  A few I consider of some importance. I won’t mention the others not listed here. Or you can be ornery and read only the blogs I don’t list.

          And so I proceed backwards from the present blog as follows:

Selected List – Backwards to 2016

My Plan for Brexit

Saving the Planet

REVIEW:  A Radical History of the World by Neil Faulkner

Sneaky Tories?

‘What If?’

His Dark Materials

Aesthetics: Marxism’s Achilles Heel?  (Warning: a biggy.)

History and Drama (Another biggy.)

A Modest Proposal: a Fable for Our Times

Spinoza Was Right!

Bootle’s Wand

The New Devil’s Dictionary

Look Familiar?

A Marxist at the Movies 4 – Spectacle

Spivvy Banks

Owen Jones and Banks

REVIEW: Fictitious Capital by Cedric Durand

Pangloss Is Back

Crisis? What Crisis?

A Marxist at the Movies 3 – Interlude

A Marxist at the Movies 2 – The Hollywood Eye

A Marxist at the Movies 1 – Jon Boorstin

Concentrating the Mind Wonderfully: Ulysses S Grant

Cardigan Rightwinger Strikes Again

REVIEWS: Out of the Night by Jan Valtin / Decline of American Capitalism by Lewis Corey

‘We get signals the system is under stress’…

Moments in History

At It Again

You Couldn’t Make It Up

Fundits

In Praise of Teachers

Where is This Leading? (2)

A Crisis in Ideology

Re-reading Reading Capital

Where Is This Leading? (1)

What Is Total Revolt? (Warning: a major essay – quite lengthy)

REVIEW: Paul Mason and Armageddon

The Queen, Rationality and Economics

The Conundrums of History

The Historical Materialist and the Concept of History (Warning: of Considerable Length.) For what it’s worth, I consider this the best piece I’ve ever written, and the only one with bibliography. Admittedly the intended readership is academic but I write it as presenting an intellectual boxing-match, a rumble in the Marxist jungle of the late 1970s between the late British historian EP Thompson and the late French philosopher Louis Althusser, both avowed Marxists: who hit the canvas first? Though in fact the two never met and it’s probably just as well they didn’t. I think any ordinary reader can be gripped by a death-struggle even if the material being struggled over is only partially understood. A lot of those who follow the ponies avidly don’t know anything about horses except their form, if that.

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Various essays on historians and history theorists….