Here in the UK there were elections on Thursday. Quite what elections those were depended on whereabouts in the UK you live, but, in different places, there were elections for local councillors, for Police & Crime Commissioners and for various city Mayors, as well as one by-election for an MP.
Although it was popular in my youth to say, “Don’t vote: the government always gets in,” I was brought up by parents who believed that if you have a vote you should use it. Continue reading “more of the same”
Wondering what to write to accompany yet another photograph of flowers, I searched through the blog for the word “rose”. The search also picked up words where “rose” is a substring – rosemary, primrose, arose and prose.
By chance, then, I came upon a post from 2012 called poetry, prose and politics, which contains the quotation from Mario Cuomo, former governor of the state of New York:
Today, according to English tradition, is Primrose Day, which marks the anniversary of the death of the Conservative politician, Benjamin Disraeli. Perhaps, after my recent foray into more political topics, I should note that my motives for posting are purely floral.
The previous post was a bit of a political ramble and was nowhere near as popular as other recent ones that feature pretty photos and fragments of poetry, so let’s try again. Continue reading “the best policy”
I’ve said before that this is not a political blog, but today I was saddened to hear of the death of Tony Benn, one of the great politicians of my youth. Ed Miliband has apparently paid homage, saying:
[Tony Benn] will be remembered as a champion of the powerless, a great parliamentarian and a conviction politician.
I’m not sure what a conviction politician is, but I suspect the world might be a better place if a few more politicians were convicted.
In 1990, I was given four of Benn’s Diaries, all autographed in red pen. I admit I haven’t read them, although the earlier – and shorter – Arguments for Socialism does look well-thumbed. I have, however, been happy to know they are there on the shelf.
I’ve just checked to see that the damp hasn’t got to them (it hasn’t), and find them suitably placed alongside Prince Peter Kropotkin, Engels and E.P. Thompson. (All of them little read books.)
If I believed in such things, I would probably be hoping that Mr Benn might find himself in such company tonight.