Politics: Why I feel that those at the top don’t care.

Warning – this is a long post.  

 

It contains my opinions about BRITISH POLITICS. 

NOT American Politics / the American Election. So if you aren’t in the UK and aren’t interested in what we do here, I’d move on and find something else to read.

Should you be trying to avoid the UK Election, I suggest that you don’t bother to read this post.

Should you be balancing on the fence about who to vote for in the UK, feel free to read and see if it helps you.

If you have a comment that may help people with making a decision, feel free to read and comment. 

If you just want to upset people, then go away – I have no time for flame wars or trolls, and your comment will be deleted.

So keep it informational and friendly PLEASE!

 

Got that? Good… here we go then.

In the UK at the moment, we are in the run up to a general election. I’ve voted in each one that has come up since I was 18, and I’ve always voted for the same party – Liberal Democrat (yellow) – simply because I loathed the attitude of the other two parties (Labour (red) and Conservative (blue)) towards the people with the same background as me…

…Yes, that’s right… I’m a born and bred Council Brat.

It has always seemed to me that the two main parties hated the people that I grew up with. To be honest, not every single person on the estate I lived on was a shiftless loser the way the two main parties painted them; in fact that was the exception rather than the rule. They were pretty much all hard working people who needed a little extra help to make ends meet.

I studied hard and got myself into university – as far as I saw it, it was a step up (remember at the time I was a kid, please.) and I was glad to get out of there. Politically it made me the sort of person that the parties wanted to vote for them – educated, neat, polite and wanting a job. so they tried their best to persuade me to support them. At the time, I stuck with Lib Dem because as I saw it, the Yellows had never had a chance to show what they were made of and actually change any of the injustices they talked about (yup, I was such a kid…)

Fast forward a few years and there I am; a hard working Mother with a fiancé and a future. I’m a teacher, paying tax and NI and in a Union. The Blues tried their best to persuade me that they had education’s best interests at heart. My union urged me to back the Reds because that was what a good Union person should do… I stuck with the Yellows, hoping to see a change in what I thought was a world crashing down.

Then my personal world crashed down around me. I went from being employed to being on the Dole, on BENEFITS, and in a way that added to the depression that came from losing the baby and my job. I was at rock bottom and none of the parties cared – I’d landed back in the place I came from – POOR STREET.
That hurt (well of course it did, falling tends to hurt) and no matter how much I tried to climb out of the impact crater , it didn’t matter.  The place I was in politically was vilified and no help was extended to help me out.

When the economic crash happened Poor Street was considered a money drain, so the parties cut things to the bone. The Yellows had joined up with the Blues to deal with the work of government and they’d betrayed my support. They didn’t want to help Poor Streeters, they wanted the MONEY Vote from Big Business and the Wealthy…

…nothing new there, huh?

Anyway, when this year’s election was announced. I started looking for another party to vote for. I’m sick of the rhetoric that the main three parties come up with. But as soon as I started reading their manifestos I realised that they were all alike. *sigh* None of them really seem to care about the normal person except as a way of getting into power. They all want the Money Vote and they don’t seem to care who they squash to get it.

In some constituencies, they care about education – so the schools get a good deal there, but other things go to the dogs. In my constituency, all they want is the Money Vote, so they are pushing through hundreds of houses all over the place, without regard for where they are placed, without making sure that  the infrastructure for the residents is there. They’ve ignored local people’s views left right and centre… and here’s my biggest bugbear…

Currently all the smaller towns and villages have their own library. They’re all useful places and in the village ones, they’re often the only library that the elderly can get to and the only internet access that the poorer people can access. The local schools use the libraries to bolster their own lack of resources and it provides a lovely way of getting kids interested in books and the community.

In the latest wave of AUSTERITY cuts, our Blue led Council decided (against all the evidence contrary) to downgrade the village libraries. The Town libraries are getting left alone – they’re too important apparently…

I read that as  “They have too many voters with money.”

So they had a consultation.
In our village a small proportion of the people who live here cared enough to take part. Letters / emails were sent to the Council. The children in the local school sent letters to the council about why they shouldn’t close the library that they use weekly as a part of the school’s literacy lessons. Petitions were signed, questionnaires filled out (and very heavily weighted questionnaires they were) and sent off. Meetings were held and physical protests carried out.

But one thing that wasn’t mentioned was that the council expected the Community to fund the library as well as do the work inside it.

That’s right.

Whoever takes over the running of the library will also have to find the £20,000 per year to keep it open.  

The council will very kindly (sarcasm) provide the services of a lone peripatetic Professional Librarian and won’t cut the library off from its supply of books.

So when the Council ignored the people who responded to the consultation period and decided to go ahead and make it a community led library, they asked for “expressions of interest” from local groups to decide who will run it. These  “expressions of interest” take the form of business plans; each group that submits has to show that they can provide the wherewithal to keep the library going.

Basically, if they don’t get any  “expressions of interest”, they will CLOSE the Library.
Should they get a group volunteering to take it over, they will let them do it, wait until the group fails to provide any money (through whatever means necessary) for the running of the library… they will CLOSE the Library.

So, downgrading the library is just the slippery slope into oblivion because…

they will CLOSE the Library.

So if anyone asks me who I am voting for this year. I’ll tell them who I am NOT voting for.

I am not voting for the Blues – they only care about  the Money Vote.

I am not voting for the Reds –  they only care about  the Money Vote.

I am not voting for the Yellows – They refused to take the reins when they finally managed to get into power and actually change the things that they said were injustices.

I refuse to even discuss the Purples (how dare they steal my favourite colour!) because of two things – they only care about  the Money Vote and they are the worst parts of the Blues under one umbrella. And the other party (a step beyond the purples) shall not even be named, they are racist, sexist bigots.

There are other parties though:  Plaid Cymru (Dark Green) and The Green Party (Green). If I were living in England I’d only have the Greens as a choice. If I lived in Scotland, I’d have the SNP (Gold) as a choice instead of Plaid Cymru. There are also a couple of Irish Parties – the DUP and Sinn Fein.

Dark Green, Gold and the Irish Parties only really care what happens in their own countries. Theywant their countries to be free of England’s rule, but for the moment they will settle for being able to control what happens in their respective Assemblies.

They don’t care about the health of the whole country. 

The Greens have some very good ideas in their policy manifesto. They also have some very odd ones…  and no, I’m not going to quote any, that’s counter-productive. But…

…Now we hit the Rub.

In Britain we run elections on  the FIRST PAST THE POST system… (go through the link to find a site to explain that one if you don’t already know)… but that means that the party with the clearest majority will form the government. As long as that happens, then the rest of the votes get wasted.

So if there is  a 40% majority for one party, that means that 60% of the voting public are unhappy with the government they get.

FPTP takes away the choice.

Now you might say that this is just how life works; there have to be winners and losers. But it leads to a lot of people thinking “Well the party I vote for never gets in, so what’s the point of Voting?” and they just don’t bother (aka voter apathy) to use the power they have been given.

So, if you live in a Blue Led Constituency (like I do) as long as there are enough blue voters who actually bother to vote (*sighs* and they always do here) then that party gets returned to lead the constituency and gets a seat in parliament.

Have that happen often enough and the Blues form the next Government.

As I said earlier. I voted Yellow all my life because I thought that if they got in, they would change things in Education and for the Poorer people for the better. I was wrong; they got in and didn’t use it. That means that I am not going to vote for them again. It doesn’t mean that I am going to vote Blue / Red either though.
It also doesn’t mean that I am going to NOT VOTE either. I could use my vote tactically and vote for the next biggest party that will probably win and keep the party that I really don’t like out… but that means I have to vote for another party that I really don’t like.

I always vote with my conscience, so that I can say  “At least I didn’t waste the power I have been given.” but what it actually means (if I don’t vote red or blue) is that my vote is wasted in the process. *sighs*

It’s a LOSE/LOSE situation in my mind. Not a WIN/LOSE…

And that is depressing.

But it won’t stop me voting.

If you have been paying attention, you can probably work out who I am going to vote for. None of the parties really fit what I believe in, but I’ll vote for the one that fits the best.

100 days to be Happy…

I thought I’d have a go at this one. I’ve seen other people do it, but I’ve never really considered doing it myself… until the other day when I had a sudden Pit of Despair open up under me like a sink-hole in mining country.

Anyway, I decided that I needed to remind myself of all the good things I have in my life, so doing the 100 day Happiness Challenge would be a good idea.

So my very first thing to be happy about is… MY CHILDREN

The Kids

The Kids

This is the latest (and best picture) I have of my three.

Number One Son is 13 and has an odd knack of hiding when the camera is around; it’s very difficult to get him to stay still for a picture, let alone look happy and natural at the same time!

Princess Talkative by contrast, is too easy to photograph – there’s a girl who knows how to get into the limelight! She’s 9 and currently trying to persuade me to pay for Stage School lessons.

Princess Wriggles is the youngest. She’s six months old and is one of the smiliest babies I’ve ever come across… she’s also the screechiest and wriggliest.

Between them, they’ve given me some heart stopping scares – NOS walked out of school because he didn’t like the teacher and came home… when he was 8!
They’ve given me loads of flushed cheeks – most notably when PT told me she’d bruised her bottom and pulled her skirt up on the playground to show me.
They’ve made me angry for various reasons, too numerous to count and they’ve made me sad when I’ve realised how fast they’ve grown up and how little time I have left with them as children.

Most of all, they have made me happy. They’ve made me laugh and wonder and enjoy life anew almost every day. So today I’m celebrating them and the happiness and magic they give me.

The Return of The Teigr Princess…

I thought I would show you what has been keeping me away from here recently…

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The very first picture of Princess Wriggles…

She was born, a week late, on 6th January 2014 – narrowly missing her aunt’s birthday and giving me a pretty traumatic birth experience in the process. Of course, she doesn’t look like this at the moment; she looks like this:

Sleeping peacefully...

Sleeping peacefully…

Princess Wriggles was a big baby when she was born and is continuing this trend, all the while being cute and snugly, as well as a bit of a diva. I’ve decided that she got the diva-ishness from her big sister, PT, who must have been teaching PW things while she was in the womb!

Talking of PT, she’s nine this year and I’m not sure where the time has gone to – it wasn’t that long ago when she looked like this:

PT as a baby...

PT as a baby…

I still see this in my head when I think about her, so it was a bit of a shock last Monday, when she announced “It’s my birthday next week. Can you make me Cake Pops to take into school for my class friends?”

Foolishly, I said yes. I spent some time researching just what on earth Cake Pops actually are and was reassured that they were relatively simple to make and quite fun to do in the process.

Oh, how wrong can you be?

This is what a Cake Pop is supposed to look like:

Proper Cake Pops

This is what my Cake Pops look like:

My Cake Pops...

My Cake Pops…

I… am… never… doing… that… EVER… again.

Why?

Icky, sticky, tricky and just plain difficult to handle! Of course, I had to do it the hard way – bake a cake first, crumble it up, mix it with vanilla buttercream frosting and use mikado as sticks… which kept breaking and the chocolate went everywhere, the decorations had a mind of their own and I just went crazy trying to get them to look right!

I finally managed to make 30 of them, so hopefully PT’s classmates won’t be too disappointed!

Anyway, there will be a new book out soon, so keep your eyes open for that – The Tower and The Eye, Book 4 – The Harp of Aleth – and I’m now trying to decide what to do after that; do I hurry up and finish the TTATE series or do I do something different? Who knows – it all comes down to the amount of time that PW gives me to do things!