Archive for January, 2007

29
Jan

I want one

Don’t make me beg.

28
Jan

“Skins” review

The things I do for Solidarity, eh readers? I was asked (well, I voulenteered) to review Skins, the new teen drama from E4 (the yoof digital channel from Channel 4). I sat down in front of the telly with a tin of cider, ready for the televisual delights that the trailers and promos plastered on Channel 4 and E4 promised me. Halfway though, I was curled up in a ball, knawing away at my fist in terror and fright, and at some point near the end, I just couldn’t take it anymore and switched over to an old repeat of Most Haunted on ftn.

Yes, it was that bad. The said trailers for Skins promised me a wicked concotion of Hollyoaks and Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrells. Now, I absolutely hate Hollyoaks; most soap operas (Eastenders and Corrie are execptions) are based in a bubble of middle class life, which instantly turns me off - hey, if I want middle class gubbins, there’s the Daily Mail for that, but most of it is just rubbish, frankly. Hollyoaks more so; that programme is probably the worse advert for middle class life ever, only slightly surpassed by Dawson’s Creek, or probably the OC. (Bear in mind that, despite the fact that I’m sounding like a grumpy old fart, I’m only 21 years old and thus in the audience demographics for such programmes.)

Anyway. This is supposed to be a review of Skins, right? Except, when it comes to cultural reviews, the best time to write them is straight afterwards so you remember most of it; but I’ve procratinated on this review in the hope that I delete the entire memory from my mind, and because I didn’t take notes (who does?) I’ve forgotten half of what actually happened. Thankfully.

In any case, there is very little to recommend of Skins. I know most drama is supposed to be a flight of fancy, and that it’s just a story, but Skins claims that this is somewhat based upon real life, as if all teenagers handle unpaid for drugs and have the mafia on their backs, and it all ends in hilarious consequences. No, no it bloody well doesn’t. Don’t pay for drugs? You get shot, that’s what happens. As if white middle class teenagers would go near Mr Big; they’d probably just get on the phone to their deelah and would go nowhere near guns.

Look, not only is it as flat as, well, something that’s very flat - Norfolk, say - it’s also a gigantic lie. This is not what teenage life is about, and even when you take into account that it is a drama after all, it’s still rubbish. I wouldn’t mind if they said before the promo started. “you are about to be lied to, on a grand scale, but there’s some totty, too” (I’m not being sexist here, they really do pile it on) because then I would know what to expect. Neither was I expecting Ken Loach’s take on modern teenage life, either, but Skins is just one flight of fancy too far, given that they sold it on realism, as if what it portrays is actually how teenagers live.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the comissioning meeting for Skins went something like this:

Exec 1: Guys, guys, we need a new yoof programme, yeah? Something the kids will watch, that’s hip, that’s now.
Exec 2: Well, we need some eye candy…
Exec 1: OK, OK, hot teenagers, right - I think we have some left over from Hollyoaks. Should we put a story line about drugs in there?
Exec 3: Oh, yes, of course, Tarquin. The kids are all on drugs.
Exec 2: And joyriding, of course. And happy-slapping…
Exec 1: Oh, keep up, happy slapping is sooooo last year…
Exec 2: Look, I think we’ve got it sorted. Who’s up for lunch?

What is a real shame is that they said it was from “the people who made Shameless”. What a horrible, horrible slur; the fact that “the people who made Shameless” could mean anything (same production company, same director, same writer, same channel…) is one thing, but Shameless is a masterstroke of comedy and drama, it accuratly represents the people it claims to represent. It says it’s set in Manchester and you can tell it’s set in Manchester. The characters have a real depth, and there are brilliant lines on a very regular basis. It’s excellent. It’s genius. Skins is not.

OK, so there are some redeeming features. The central characters have some common traits which we can all share, and they did chime with people I knew at school.

Look, if you don’t believe me (and I have a feeling that there will be many of my peers who will no doubt virulently disagree with me) check it out on Thursday nights, 9pm, E4. Fortunatly for me, I have an appointment to have hot needles stuck in my eyes at that time, which, compared to watching Skins again, is a rather appealing prospect.

23
Jan

Solidarity article: An Iraqi Social Contract: Labour for benefits, but labour doesn’t benefit

As regular readers of this blog may well know, I am a contributor to Solidarity, the newspaper of the Alliance for Workers’ Liberty. I have already had published a fairly contraversial piece on ‘Ashley’, the American girl who will undergo surgery so she remains nine years old (physically) for the rest of her life. I say ‘contraversial’ because nearly everyone I’ve spoken to about it thinks I am very, very wrong. You can read it here.

I am also reviewing “Skins”, the new E4 drama series which looks at the life of youth in modern Britain. Teasers that I’ve seen lead me to think it’s Hollyoaks meets Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, but I’ll reserve judgement until after I’ve seen the first epidose, this Thursday, 9pm, on E4.

Below is a short piece on the new neo-conservative plan for Iraq. It will be published alongside an article on the privatisation of oil in Iraq (not by me, though). The new issue of Solidarity should, I believe, be out later this week.


An Iraqi Social Contract: Labour for benefits, but labour doesn’t benefit

Two of America’s leading neo-conservatives, former New York mayor Rudi Giuliani and former Republican Speaker of the US House of Representatives, Newt Gingrich, have decided that what Iraq needs is a new social contract. Of course, those two words for any working class socialist should send a shiver down their spine as memories of wage controls spring forwards. Imagine that, then times it by ten, and this is what Giuliani and Gingrich’s ides will do for the Iraqi people.

Their piece for the Wall Street Journal tries to give a progressive gloss over it all, even invoking Franklin D. Roosevelt and the Keynesian measures during the Great Depression. But the reality of what they propose – an “Iraqi Civilian Jobs Corps”, overseen by the US military (because ‘private contractors’ would be seen as cronyist, apparently), which would force Iraqis to work on reconstruction projects in return for a daily wage. These wages, according to Newt and Rudi, will “be used to purchase goods and services that will employ other Iraqis.”

Giuliani has some form here. His ‘Workfare’ (or ‘Work for Welfare’) schemes saw the 1.1 million New York City welfare claimants slashed as people had to work 20 hours a week in order to get their welfare checks. They had no other choice; it was either work for it, or you don’t get it. Of course, the benefits didn’t add up to 20 hours of pay at the minimum wage, and the tasks undertook by ‘Workfare’ claimants were jobs already being done by New York City workers, in the Sanitation Department, Parks Department and other public works. The real effect of Workfare was to shunt hundreds of NYC workers onto welfare, where they would end up being forced to do the same job they were doing before, but at an obscenely reduced rate. It is Marx’s view of the unemployed as a “reserve army of labour” for capital taken to it’s logical conclusion.

Newt and Rudi’s plans for Iraq would have a similar effect, but it will be much worse. It will involve forcibly privatising currently idle Iraqi factories and plant in order to produce materials for ‘reconstruction’. While the duo mention the fact that the median Iraqi monthly income before the invasion was US$700, they do not mention whether or not they will actually pay this. If Giuliani’s track record with Workfare is anything to go by, they most certainly won’t. Of course, because it is just the right moral side of slave labour, there will be no labour rights – no strikes, no pay rises, no unionisation. In short, neoliberalism’s dream; a smashed, atomised workforce, highly flexible, low paid.

23
Jan

The Catholic Church cannot be allowed to discriminate

If anyone tries to tell you that we’ve achived gay liberation, then they’re either lying or misinformed. Since I’m the optimistic type, I’d like to think it was usually the latter. But this proves that there is a long way to go.

Cardinal Cormac O’Murphy-Connor, the head honcho of the Roman Catholic Church in Britain, is stepping up his campaign against the Sexual Orientation regulations recently introduced by writing to ministers, in what can be only described as an attempt at emotional blackmail.

Apparently, according to the Cardinal, if these regulations went through, then child adoption agencies which refused to place children with gay couples would be forced to close.

You know what I say? Good. In fact, any agency which refused to help people because of their sexual orientation should be shut down and it’s operations taken over by the state, with no compensation to the sponsoring organisations or supporters.

The fact that we have this legislation means that we are only on the way to gay emancipation. But it’s not enough. There has to be a culture developed where discrimination of any form has to be frowned upon. If there is any legislation which helps in achiveing it, bring it on, I say. Of course, I personally think that there won’t be true gay liberation this side of a socialist revolution, but we also have to recognise that we live in the here and now, and in the here and now, the gains made by socialists and progressives in securing the scraps of gay rights liberation we have have to be defended.

Of course, not all Catholics - practising or otherwise - are gay-bashing bigots and some will be rightly disgusted by the Cardinal’s bigotry. We have to realise that “the Catholics” as a social strata are not some homegenous block, but like society, have contradictory ideas within them. We have to support religious folks when they speak out against people like O’Murphy-Connor, whilst trying to win them to atheism and class struggle.

There is also the need to argue that child adoption, homeless care and other such welfare provision which is mostly taken up by religious organisations should be done by the state and not left to people who want to evangelise upon desperate people in return for such services.

22
Jan

I hope this doesn’t go in the Weekly Worker…

It was the night where UNISON general secretary hopeful and self-styled reformist Jon Rogers came out of the Trotskyist closet, where myself and John Angeliss were adopted as Dave Osler’s sons, where Jim Denham banged his fits on the table, and we all got sorely pissed.

Yes, of course it was that. But it was also the inaugural Socialist Bloggers’ Meetup.

In attendance – apart from the host with the most, yours truly - were Team Shiraz, one half of Team Stroppy, Andrew (who posts erratically on Jon Rogers’ blog), TWP, Mike of Mike’s Little Red Page fame, Marsha-Jane, Janine, as well as the aforementioned reprobates above.

I got to the Doric Arch at about 2.30 in the afternoon. The Keep Our NHS Public conference was on just across the road at the Friends’ Meeting House, and I went along (after doing a Solidarity paper sale in Brixton) during the break to sell papers and give out leaflets there. My quota of Saturday Trotskyism fulfilled, I could go onto the Doric Arch with a clean revolutionary conscience. (However, one of my comrades, Becky, was having her birthday party that night but somehow had neglected to tell me, until after the paper sale. Naturally, as Stroppy reported, I went back to Osler’s flat afterwards, so I feel a bit shit about that. Sorry, Becky. Sorry.)

Can you remember what I was saying before I opened those brackets? Oh, yeah… I’d finished my intervention into the KONP conference, leaving it to the capable AWL Unison comrades, and headed over, in desperate need of a drink after being harangued by an evangelical christian (no-one could ever accuse the AWL of evangelicalism after 10 minutes with that person… ugh), but the meetup wasn’t till 4pm. So, after a dinner of Burger King, I went into the Arch, sat in a fairly conspicuous position, bought a pint of cider (which I managed to make last for two hours…) and read my book.

It all went downhill from that point, I think.

Four o’clock came, and no-one else had turned up. As an event organiser, at this point, you nervously look over at the clock and think “no-one else is here… no-one’s coming… argh!” and so I was delighted with the new experience of being pleased to see Jim Denham stroll in. He seemed fairly sober (he was walking in a straight line unaided in any case) at this point, got himself a drink, and we had a chat about Socialist Youth Network related gubbins. We were soon joined by John A, who managed to figure out that we were the SBM when he heard one of us talk about socialism, but didn’t think we were socialists when he walked in because Jim was wearing his (usual, I must say) blazer, shirt and tie, and I was wearing a Security Officer shirt with a Stars & Stripes patch on the right shoulder. By the time we were joined by Volty and Mike, Jim had just finished his first pint of ESB, and still seemed rather sober. It was the first pint he’d had with me, though Volty suspects he may have had a few on the train.

At this point, poor John A must have felt lost and confused when the rest of us started talking about AWL stuff. So when we were joined by Stroppy, John A’s eyes lit up with delight. However, quite clearly, the person who was most delighted to see Stroppy was Our Jim, who moved as fast as I (or I think anyone else) has seen him, to the bar, to get Stroppy one of her favoured JD & Cokes. Still, things by this point were still relatively calm.

TWP of Unknown Conscience came along, with about half of Oxford Street in carrier bags, and it was nice to catch up with her. I hadn’t seen her since I was in Workers Power, as well as her partner, George. Jim got into a, well, let’s be charitable and call it a ‘heated discussion’ with TWP about Iraq, Pabloism, and the US SWP. After a while, some of us pondered whether it might be a good idea to rescue TWP. Not because we don’t think TWP couldn’t handle Jim – she was quite clearly holding her own against Our Draperite friend from the Midlands – but because none of us thought we would want to be discussing politics with Jim when he was rather a bit too enthusiastic in his debating method. However, she seemed enthralled by it, and has taken up the offered posting rights on Shiraz Socialist.

Then Marsha-Jane, Andrew B and a slightly worse for wear Jon Rogers also turned up.

Of course, the further decent into chaos which the night became, and the timing of Marsha-Jane Andrew and Jon’s arrival, is purely co-incidental, and I wouldn’t want to sully their good names. However, they didn’t help matters when they either turned up pissed (Jon) or in pre-pissed status (Marsha-Jane). We tried to decide who was the biggest male tart (it was, if I remember correctly, a tie between Andrew and Dave Osler), who was the best dressed bloke there (we all lost, though Volty did do a good impression of Simon Cowell) and then we (well, I say ‘we’, I don’t know the words, despite being a Trotskyist since the age of 16) all sang the Internationale, for which we nearly got kicked out of the pub by a bar man. Unrelatedly, he sort of looked like Odo from Deep Space Nine.

At around 10.30, some of us (me, John A, Jon R, Andrew, Marsha-Jane, Stroppy and Dave Osler) went for a Nepali round the corner, and when Jon R, Andrew and Marsha-Jane retired for the evening, the remaining people, proving that we were the hardest, went back to Dave’s flat in Hackney for JD & Coke. The morning after, we went for breakfast, and then we were shooed home by Stroppy.

When will the next one be? Well, rumours are abound that Will (the Jim Denham fan club) is going to host the ‘next’ one in Newcastle, but no-one is going to trek up there just for a piss-up. Most of the people who were there were from Hackney or very close to it. Quite probably the next one will be in a couple of months time in London, though not at the Doric Arch, and I might book a room at a pub for the occasion. I guess you’ll just have to ‘watch this space’.

19
Jan

Links

It’s time to go over the links again.

Please give a big, KitNotes welcome to Phil BC of A Very Public Sociologist. A member of the Socialist Party in Stoke, Phil is a legend of the UK Left Network, which is the meeting place of anyone who even tries to consider themself a sectologist. Interesting reading.

I’ve never actually met Chairperson Mikey, but he links me to me, so here’s the link returned, Chairperson. May you continue to help a hundered flowers bloom.

I’ve also been kicking myself over not giving a link to Fetch Me My Axe, not just because it’s an excellent blog, but because Belle Dame has been linking to me for ages. There’s just no excuse. I know. I’m a failure and a fraud, and I can only beg Belle for forgiveness and clemency.

You’ll also notice that I’m linking to other bloggers on the SYN executives. The SYN co-chairs, in their usual foresight and excellence, have seen it, in their wisdom, that all SYN exec members have their own blogs. I’ve been linking to Marsha-Jane for a while now, as well as fellow AWL comrades Sofie and David Broder (who I’ve shunted in there so they are all together), but please welcome Eamon O’Hearn Large, Sitara Amin Tilly, Jonathan Millins, and Daniel Robertson (who, for some bizzare reason, has made his blog invite-only). Welcome, new bloggers. We are your family now.

Anyone else I should link to? The comments box is open…

In terms of how many hits I get in from people who link to me, Team Stroppyblog are still the untouchables, generating over 160 incoming hits to here from their own blog in this month alone. Maybe ‘Untouchables’ is the wrong word - I now have images of Stroppy and Louise walking down the street in slo-mo, Reservoir Dogs style, in sharp black trouser suits, trashing lefty blogs and cutting off Luke Akehurst’s ears to the sounds of “Stuck In The Middle With You” in an abandoned warehouse somewhere in Hackney - but they are in a clear lead. Thanks, sisters.

Coming in at second are my heroes and idols at Shiraz Socialist. And, rounding off this troika of incoming referrers, is Dave Osler, in third place.

What this all means, I’ll leave for you, the reader, to decide.

18
Jan

I’m a SYNner baby, so why don’t you vote for me

OK KitNoters, I suppose you’re ready for my report back from the launch conference of the Socialist Youth Network. You are jostling around in your seat, uncontrollably excited at the stories of who said what, who threw a chair at who, were Communist Students really banned and how many people were denounced as imperialists. Are you ready?

“We’re always ready, Kit!”

That’s my KitNoters. I’m so proud of you. I have trained you well.

But, for a hardened lefty trainspotter/sectarian (delete as per your political perspective/whether or not you like me), the SYN conference was a bit of a disappointment. Because, for a left wing event, everyone was relatively calm, civil and we actually managed to finish on time.

Like I say, a huge disappointment.

The motions which were brought forth to the conference of mighty beings (well, young lefties anyway) and the list of National Executive Committee members (I always thought that ‘NEC’ is a bit of a crap acronym because it makes me think of the electronics company) have been uploaded by yours truly and are there for all to see, in their bureauctatic nakedness. Look at them. Marvel at them. Then kick yourself, repeatidly (steel toe caps are optional) for not being at the conference and not being a SYN member. Then spend five of your English Pounds to join (so long as [a] you’re actually young, i.e. under 30 and [b] you’re either a member of the Labour Party or none at all). And then get your arse in gear.

Needless to say, my accendency to the position of Disabilities Officer was unchallenged; my mere late candidacy being enough to see off any pretenders to the crown. I mean, they might as well have brought a throne in and coronated me. Right there, on the platform. I know it may seem a bit extravagant, but it’s no less than I deserve. Right?

Important people were also there, too. Unfortunatly, because of a cruel fate not looking down upon me with a smile, I was late, so I missed John McDonnell’s opening speech. It’s amazing; I’m involved in his campaign, built SYN etc but I’ve never actually heard the guy speak. Though I did manage to hear Tony Benn speak just before lunch. As much as I respect Benn, who is the exception to the rule that people get more right wing as they get older, the guy needs to get a new script. The quip that he “got out of parliament to spend more time in politics” is smile-breaking when you first hear it, but after a while, you just think “Yeah, yeah, Tony, whatever.” Another Bennism - that “there are too many socialist parties but not enough socialists in the Labour Party” is actually true, but that’s because [a] some people like the thill of the split (it’s sort of like S&M for socialists), and [b] most of ‘em got banned, so even if they did try to join, they’d just get their forms back with “HAHAHAHAHA” written all over them in biro. Still, Benn seems to have this grandfather-esque quality about him. If the Labour left were an advert for Worthers’ Original, then he would be the kind, smiling grandad who gives the sweets to his grandson (that’s us, by the way).

Katy Clark MP also made a speech about the process in Latin America and how socialists should support it. I’d like to think that, because I’m so important on the left and that whatever I say has an earth-shattering effect, she was directing her Chavisimo directly at me (due to the massive barney I caused on the SYN email list and thus getting an earful from Socialist Appeal and Socialist Action about how I am a ‘counter-revolutionary’ and ‘left cover for imperialism’ - pah, you’re going to have to do better than that comrades) but perhaps I’m over-inflating my ego again.

I won’t go on and on, because other people - noticably Mike, Marsha and Jon have also written reports on the day and it saves me the effort of typing it out, trying to remember even a quarter of it, and being serious about it.

Afterwards, I got drunk in ULU, and then went for a curry with Communist Students. After that, it was all a bit of a blur.

12
Jan

Revolution, Disabled Style, Now!

This is a post for the Carnival of Socialism, as hosted by Team Stroppy. This carnival’s theme is Liberation Politics and the Left, and my contribution looks at disability liberation and the left. Enjoy.

The Left says a lot of things. Being a lefty myself, I think that a lot of what it says is right. However, there are a lot of things which it doesn’t say, especially around questions of oppression and liberation. Of course, there are some of us who are starting to turn that around. But it’s still a small drop in the ocean compared to the tasks which await us.

Sometimes, with everything that’s going on now, you forget that the Left does have a bit of a good history, overall, when it comes to women’s liberation. I have spent many an evening in the company of more experienced female comrades, when they have told me of the very real battles the women’s and working class movements had around issues like abortion rights in the 1970’s, of older LGB comrades when they took on the religious right and the legalised discrimination enshrined in Section 28. These were very real battles, but the war – the war of liberation of all oppressed people – still goes on.

Notice something missing? Well, I do. How come the fight for liberation of disabled people isn’t talked about?

Because it isn’t. Not nearly enough. I myself am hard of hearing, and every day, I face a battle to engage with society, because it’s geared around people who have two working arms, two working legs, and fully functioning senses. A good example of this is Wandsworth Road train station in south London. I climbed up a steep incline to the platforms, and then over the footbridge to the platform I needed. How on earth is someone in a wheelchair supposed to manage that? In any case, there were major delays – and the display said “please listen for further announcements”. I’d very much like to, but the speakers were on such a low volume, I gave up and tried to use the automated help point (since most of the stations on this line are unstaffed). Of course, the person at the other end didn’t help by speaking into his chest, but what was worse was that he seemed to get irritated every time I asked him to repeat what he said, until the point where I just gave up again and got the bus instead, and thus was even more late than I perhaps would have been.

Rant over. But that’s a daily occurrence. Or something like it. The thing about disability is that it is relentless. Even within the confines of your own home, you still struggle, whether it be watching the telly or listen to the radio in my case, or getting around. You don’t stop being disabled.

“Communists are the tribunes of the oppressed” Lenin said. It is true. It is the job of revolutionaries, or of socialists of any stripe generally, to speak out against acts of oppression, of injustice, in order to fight it. We have spoken out against women’s oppression, we have spoken out against the oppression of ethnic minorities, the oppression of immigrants, and we will continue to do so. But a (rather crap) half hour programme on at 1am on BBC Two and signed repeats overnight is not liberation.

One of the main problems is that there hasn’t been a disabled people’s movement to speak of; in fact, going through the major political battles of the sixties, seventies, and eighties, even up to now, it is noticeable by it’s general absence. The efforts of activists around Mad Pride do buck the trend, but, for the good (not to mention necessary) work that they do, it still focuses around trying to win small reforms in the mental health system, rather than a wholescale culture change in the way people approach the whole issue of mental health, which is just as, if not more, necessary. (Though I am quite prepared to state that I’m in relative ignorance as to what Mad Pride actually says on this question and how they approach it – something I naturally intend to rectify.)

The lack of such a movement, not just historically but now, makes a socialist intervention a lot more difficult. And it appears that things are on the way up; we have the Disability Discrimination Act, we have laws which force bosses – both in their roles of employer and goods/service provider - to provide access for disabled people. But there is still a long way to go.

When I tried to compare the nature of disability discrimination with, for example, women’s liberation, or any other form of oppression at that, the main thing I find time and time again is that the state of flux where such political battles take place over other forms of oppression just doesn’t exist when it comes to the oppression of disabled people. Let’s take abortion as an example; the right of women to have access to abortions varies from era to era, and there is a constant battle on the part of progressives not just to maintain the limited rights women have now against further attack, but to extend them, and fulfil the demand of “as early as possible, as late as necessary, free, and on demand”. But you’ll be very, very hard pressed to find someone who claims publicly that they are against greater access and rights for disabled people. I’m sure even the BNP’s Nick Griffin wouldn’t complain about wheelchair ramps.

But if such a general consensus exists, like we’re constantly being told by the powers that be, why are we still a long way off? Why is daily life still such a struggle for many disabled people? For many people who see themselves as ‘liberationists’ (for want of a better phase), the reason why they prefer not to see issues of oppression through the lens of class struggle (which they should) is because sometimes, it can appear to be difficult to reconcile sectional oppression with class politics. But when it comes to disabled oppression, the causes are, quite clearly, economic.

The sad truth is that catering for disabled people costs money. Cash money. And not just some, but lots of it. Even though disability is a lot more visible, whether it be having a character in a wheelchair in Extreme Ghostbusters or having little passages stating how you can get hold of Braille or audio tape versions of the leaflet you’re reading, actually providing the tools for disabled people to enjoy the same level of social interaction and participation dents profits. The Blair government is attacking disabled people, but not by banning disabled loos in pubs, but by trying to make it harder to claim Incapacity Benefit, and heavily pruning jobs at Remploy, shedding thousands of jobs which provide disabled people not just a livelihood but also the means to make an independent living and dignity.

Several sections of the Left, as well as the GMB union (which organises workers at Remploy), threw themselves into supporting the Remploy workers. Rightly so. But many did not see past the defence of workers’ jobs, not seeing it as an attack on disabled people and their ability to live independently of state benefits. In an ideal world (i.e. a socialist one) we wouldn’t need Remploy, but while disabled people are still unable to take part in the rest of society to the same extent as able-bodied people, we need to defend Remploy jobs, not just because of class solidarity, but also because of solidarity with oppressed people.

We cannot conjure up a disability movement out of thin air. But one process of sowing the seeds of one is by actually taking their struggles seriously, talking about them in our press, and having the political fight. Socialism is the best hope for disabled people – we need to say this, and we have to let disabled people tell their stories. We need to talk.

11
Jan

Socialist Bloggers Meetup: Next Saturday

Next Saturday is the date of the Socialist Blogger Meetup.

We will be meeting at 4pm, but others have said they will join us later, say at around 5pm. We will meet in the Head of Steam pub, just by Euston bus station, outside the train station. Kings Cross and St Pancras stations are a 10 min walk up along Euston Road (turn right out of these stations and walk upwards). Euston tube is served by the Victoria, Piccadilly and Northern lines, Euston Square is served by the Circle and Hammersmith and City lines and is a 5 min walk (turn left out of the station).

If you are coming, or even toying around with the idea of coming, please let me know NOW. You can email me on kit@kitnotes.co.uk or you can call or text me on 07870 454 625. Put that number in your mobile now.

Also, if you could plug this on your own blog, I’d be much obliged.

See you next Saturday!

EDIT: OK, OK, so it was a fair cop, I went quietly, hands behind my back. The AWL Pedant Patrol are right. The Head of Steam is now, for some strange reason, known as the Doric Arch. You know where I mean, though.

01
Jan

No More Saddam. Apparently.

BBC News is reporting that Saddam Hussein is finally dead. The dastardly deed was peformed at 0300 GMT, or 6am local time, before the sun had risen.

Apparently, according to several TV reports I watched over the festive period on CNN and Fox News (the one advantage to staying at my parent’s house is that they have a Sky subscription so I can watch American news - the BBC and Sky News are a poor substitute to the sheer glitz and glam of US cable news), there was to be no video footage released yet it sparked a Ba’athist/loyalist wave of insurgency. It was, and there wasn’t. Indeed, the only bomb blasts Auntie is reporting is one in Bangkok, Thailand.
This could lead you to a couple of conclusions.

First, that Saddam was hated and that no-one will miss him.

Second, that the much-hyped Ba’athist militia either never was, or if it was, isn’t any more. This could be either from sheer exhaustion, giving up in the face of American imperial might, or it could be because they were wiped out by the Islamist militas who also comprise the ‘resistance’ much feted by my former comrades of the SWP and Workers Power.

It’s a terrifiying thought. I’m no lesser-evilist, and hopefully, I never will be, and I think the current evils on offer in Iraq - either the Americans or the Islamists - have me wetting myself in delight. Now with the Ba’athists elements clearly out of the way, it seems that the Iraqi people have either shitty or shittier. I can’t say I’m envious.

I’m going to keep an eye on Riverbend over at Baghdad Burning. Should be interesting reading over the next few weeks.

Also, the BBC report (on Saddam’s execution, that is) says that a punter at the event took a video of the whole thing. The ‘official’ video cuts off just before they open the trapdoor, but the ‘unofficial’ video shows the whole thing. Keep an eye out for it on YouTube, I’m sure it’ll be there sooner, rather than later. Camera phones, eh?

Edit: Channel 4 News has just reported that there was a demonstration in support of the fallen tyrant near his home town of Tikrit. There were 400 people in attendence. A death knell of Ba’athism? I’d like to think so, but there is so much more to go to see a truly liberated Iraq - both of the Islamists and the occupation forces.




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