Getting all political again…

Had a bit of a mad five minutes today. Typed in ‘Scottish Labour Party’; clicked ‘Join’ and then signed up for the monthly direct debit…

Just when all around are scrabbling to leave, yip, I re-join.

Perverse? Moi?

R asked why I’d done it.

…truthfully? …

It was as if the party were calling out to me… the lure increasing in direct proportion to the numbers of sleekit ministerial bampots ‘resigning’… and as those disengenuous careerists (funny how they all suddenly, miraculously had been thinking about leaving for a long time…aye right!) baled out, it seemed to me that the party I had once loved and fought for was simply going to go… and I answered the umbilical call…

I wonder if that’s just instinct – that need to protect your own. Even when you felt that ‘your own’ had let you down so badly…(and oh! how Labour has let us all down – but that’s another blog).

The time to leave is not now. When Blair invaded Iraq; when Kelly died; when the anti-immigration rhetoric began; with the ‘British jobs for Britigh Workers’ slogan…. oh there were many times ripe for principled stands. But not now.

There’s nothing principled about someone like Blears leaving. Nothing credible about her ‘apology’. Blears et al – their leaving and the manner in which they left was about self-interest and spite. Not about the greater good or moral standards or… They wanted to take a swipe. To destroy even as they were destroyed.

And that is why I wanted to return. I cannot bear to stand and watch as it all disintegrates.

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Dolores Ibarruri – and Glasgow’s Spanish Civil War dead

“The City of Glasgow and the Labour Movement’s tribute to the British Volunteers of the International Brigade who fought in the Spanish Civil War of 1936-9; their fight against fascism is embodied in the statue of Dolores Ibarruri (1895-1989), “La Pasionaria” (“The Passion Flower”), a heroine of their cause and a leader in the Spanish Republican and Communist movements. ” http://www.glasgowsculpture.com/pg_images.php?sub=lapasionaria

I’ve walked past La Pasionaria and wondered at her – arms outstretched to the heavens, imploring, and yet a figure of compelling strength and bravery.

And she serves as a reminder of our municipal shame too. Erected without ceremony for fear of arousing the ire of Conservative (and conservative) opponents in the Council – opponents who promised to demolish the sculpture if they got power (they never did get power of course). Her creator unable to travel from his native Liverpool to see her as the project had bankrupted him – in the end he didn’t have enough for the train fare to Glasgow… and Dolores told that the ceremony to unveil her statue had been ‘cancelled’.

53 Glaswegian volunteers died in the fight against Franco.

The War ended in 1939. Seventy years ago. But, it should be recalled, Franco’s regime still held power in Spain when the statue was commissioned…
Augustus in Shakepeare’s King John (Act II, Scene 1) says:
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.
I hope that it is.

On Being a Year Older…

Well, technically I am merely a day older than I was yesterday…according to my daughter who is wonderfully practical and is too young to understand my age-related squeamishness.

Ok ok – very shallow of me – reflecting on my ‘new’ age…

Is there any virtue in getting older? I mean – I don’t get any wiser as the years accumulate. And I certainly don’t get any richer…

Mind you, the cards do get funnier… I’m still pondering my husband’s though…

Wish my scanner was working – but the Caption was ‘At long last, she found the source of the irritation.’ – above a picture of a 1920’s bathing belle with one hand on her groin and a large crab in the other….