I don’t much like labels. Variety is the spice of life, and it comes in many flavo[u]rs. We are all individuals: yes, we can be grouped by where we live, what we believe, whether we like dogs, cats, budgies or kangaroos… and so on. Of course, it’s the ‘and so on’ that reveals the truth. Label me a socialist, if you must, because I happen to believe that it’s wrong to put profit before all else. Call me a loony lefty, if it helps you dismiss my argument. I still prefer cats over dogs, and cheese with my whine.
And I live in the UK… where, later on today (good grief, is that really the time?) possibly the most undemocratic ‘election’ in the history of this land of the mother of all parliaments is going down. Not satisfied with selling off British Telecom just as the information and communication technology (ICT) revolution began to take off (thank you so much, Mrs Thatcher, for handing that golden-egg-laying goose, on a plate, to private hands), not satisfied with its current, constant efforts in the face of public opinion to sell off the NHS, those lunatic privatisation-loving ‘conservatives’ have engineered a situation where even our policing could now be sold off into private hands; the long arm of the law could shortly be working for more faceless profit-seekers. Idiot ones, at that, too — surely, ‘G4S’ must by now be a synonym for ‘insecurity’. And all by sleight of hand, since this election must be the least well-publicised and most poorly communicated one in history.
If you live in the UK, please check out where your local police commissioner candidates stand on the idea of privatising the police (courtesy of 38 degrees), and don’t forget to vote on Thursday 15 November 2012!