Mr Corbyn isn't a throwback; he just says what he thinks. This amounts to a new politics, given the spin and equivocation of media-trained interview technique. Maybe he can achieve what he wants. Maybe the consequences of idealism are invariably unintended. "No women in the top five jobs?" says the journalist interviewing the other journalist, just a moment ago. When 24-hour rolling news was introduced, nobody mentioned that it was going to be the same news, on and on.
Early morning. The kettle bringing itself to the boil. Turn off the light, and the sky is just a touch brighter than it was, a rip of white cloud on the horizon in an overall grey, lit from behind, et cetera, Voice in the radio talking about J Corbyn's likely impact on markets. Nil, given that he's detached from reality (says the radio). A piece earlier about J Corbyn's failure to appoint women to any of the high offices of state.
Mr Corbyn isn't a throwback; he just says what he thinks. This amounts to a new politics, given the spin and equivocation of media-trained interview technique. Maybe he can achieve what he wants. Maybe the consequences of idealism are invariably unintended. "No women in the top five jobs?" says the journalist interviewing the other journalist, just a moment ago. When 24-hour rolling news was introduced, nobody mentioned that it was going to be the same news, on and on. |
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Where are we now? We're hurtling round the sun, held to the ground by a weak force that we don’t begin to understand, arguing about trade deals between the land masses on a planet mostly covered by water.
The dolphins must think us ridiculous. No wonder they only come to the shallow water to play with us, not to signal their most complex philosophies. More. Riddle. It takes two to make me, but when I'm made, I'm only a memory. What am I? Scroll down to find out.
Is that a catastrophe I see before me? Could be. There was a clear sky earlier, but now clouds are encroaching from the North. We could be in for a storm. More.
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Here is yet another page of old blog posts and other writings. Sorry, but I need my metaphorical sock drawer for metaphorical socks. The link to the page is right at the end of the paragraph here.
Roads without end
Here is a passage from a review of the book The Road to Somewhere by David Goodhart. I haven't read the book (yet), but the collected reviews would make a worthwhile set of political arguments in their own right. More.
State of the Union
Several commentators today saying that they've lost confidence in the US. Making their point by talking up the glories of the past. After two weeks of this administration, they're not going back.
Were they wrong, and they've seen the light? Or has the US changed? I guess the latter is the intended meaning. But we should at least acknowledge the possibility... More. Categories
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