Sunday 16 October 2022

The Sunday Ishmael 16/10/2022: "There may or may not have been trees."


 
The Tory Wild Hunt

Another fun week in politics. You really couldn't make it up - there was Kwasi, a thin sheen of sweat on his not-inconsiderable dome-piece, assuring the American TV viewers that he wasn't going anywhere - when bish, bash, bosh, he suddenly was going anywhere, summoned back to Downing Street to be encouraged to fall on his sword. 
and now we have a new Chancellor - Jeremy Cunt,
who assured Laura Whatsername this morning that he'd been enjoying himself on the back benches, doing the odd stint as Santa's love interest, but he was prepared to step up to save the country from the shitstorm that Kwasi summoned up. Jeremy Cunt - fuck me sideways - him again.

 

 'Twas Radio 4's Today programme that gave Jeremy his nickname - Justin Webb and James Naughtie both referred to him as Cunt, as did Andrew Marr on his Start the Week programme. They all subsequently claimed it was a slip of the old lingua, but the fact is that Cunty is a bit of a dodgy bastard. "Don't confront me with my failures", he might say, "I have not forgotten them." Indeed, not - how could he?
Jeremy's recipe for saving Britain for the Tories is the tried and trusted one of squeezing the poor and reducing public sector expenditure: drink up your bitter medicine.
Head of School at Charterhouse, Cunty went on to read PPE at Magdalen College, Oxford. He became Conservative MP for South West Surrey in 2005. He got into a bit of a muddle about his expenses, being investigated by the Parliamentary Commissioner in 2009, who found that he was in breach of the rules and that "
his office arrangements were at best disorganised."   Hunt paid back £9,558.50, and a further £1,996 wrongly claimed for household expenses. Expenses and other scandals are so much a part of Parliamentary life that none of this got in the way of Hunt's career and  following the 2010 general election, Hunt was appointed Secretary of State for Culture, Olympics, Media and Sport in Cameron's coalition government. Given the quasi-judicial power to adjudicate over the News Corporation takeover bid for BSkyB, Hunt chose not to refer the deal to the Competition Commission, announcing on 3 March 2011 that he intended to accept a series of undertakings given by News Corporation, paving the way for the deal to be approved. Following a series of scandals concerning phone hacking, a House of Commons motion was planned that called on News Corporation to abandon the bid. The bid was eventually dropped. Hunt was alleged to have had improper contact with News Corp. Emails released to the Leveson Inquiry detailed contacts between Hunt's special advisor Adam Smith and Frédéric Michel, News Corp's director of public affairs and therefore a lobbyist for James Murdoch. The revelations led to calls for Hunt's resignation, but Smith, Hunt's special adviser, took the bullet for the boss, resigning on 25 April just before Hunt made an emergency parliamentary statement in which he said that Smith's contact with Michel was "clearly not appropriate".
Hunt appeared before the Leveson inquiry on 31 May 2012, when it emerged that Hunt had himself been in text and private email contact with James Murdoch. Journalist Iain Martin claimed that at a 2010 event held at UCL he saw Hunt hide behind a tree to avoid being seen by journalists. Hunt later told the Leveson Inquiry that "I thought, this is not the time to have an impromptu interview, so I moved to a different part of the quadrangle... there may or may not have been trees!"
Onwards and upwards for Cunty and in 2012 he was appointed Secretary of State for Health. He has long held certain views about the NHS, having co-authored a policy pamphlet in 2005: Direct Democracy: An Agenda For A New Model Party which advocated denationalising the NHS to replace it with "a new system of health provision in which people would pay money into personal health accounts, which they could then use to shop around for care from public and private providers. Those who could not afford to save enough would be funded by the state". Hunt later denied that the policy pamphlet expresses his views  - but, by their actions shall ye know them, and under his stewardship, an estimated 10% of the NHS entire budget was diverted to a private healthcare bureaucracy and more than £3bn of contracts were awarded to private firms. Amusingly, Virgin Care sued the NHS in Surrey after it awarded an NHS contract to NHS providers, and ended 2017 with a £1bn haul of NHS contracts.
As Health Secretary, Hunt was criticised for controversial reforms, manipulating figures and increased privatisation. He declared patient choice was not key to improving NHS performance.
A few career high spots:
  • The reduction of NHS beds by 15,000, reducing capacity in hospitals across England by five million patients a year, thus nicely positioning Britain to deal with the global pandemic which had been regularly predicted by analysts and eventually hit Britain in 2020.
  •  Cuts of £22 billion in the guise of savings.
  • Dropping funding levels to 1950s levels. 
  •  In February 2016 he was polled as the most disliked frontline British politician.
  • The closure, amongst others, of 31 hospital units, nine GP surgeries, seven mental health units, six A&E departments, six walk-in centres, and four maternity units.
  • Staff reductions: in consequence of real-term pay cuts and the scrapping of nursing bursaries, the NHS is currently short of 40,000 nurses, and there has been a 10% increase in unfilled vacancies across the whole of the service, whilst under his stewardship, there were 1,200 fewer GPs than when he took office. Under the crazy remuneration system, it pays G.P.s to reduce their working hours and to retire early. In consequence of understaffing, at the height of the Covid crisis, it was impossible to staff the Nightingale hospitals thrown up in a hurry and at great expense in 2020, some two years after he left office, yielding the post to the unfortunate crying Matt Hancock.
To top it all, in 2022 he had the cheek to publish  a book with the catchy title: Zero: Eliminating Unnecessary Deaths in a Post-Pandemic NHS. (See Sunday Ishmael passim 15/05/2022) Interviewed by Sophie Raworth, he said:  “It was not about rogue staff or a rogue hospital. It was about a rogue system. A rogue system that I, as health secretary, sat at the top of.” His  book sought to explain how and why he was not able to turn the NHS into an efficient, transparent, affordable health care system. It was everyone else's fault, of course. I particularly liked this quotation: “Too often managers who had failed were recycled to jobs in a different part of the country, where they continued to make the same mistakes. ” That probably explains the phenomenon of Ministers of State fucking up one job after another, as they flit about, hither and yon, in each Cabinet re-shuffle. 
 
And now he's back. A proper Tory. A safe pair of hands. Yeah, right.

I really don't approve of this. Nor do I approve of the lax security at the National Gallery that allowed these two muddle-headed girls and a phalanx of reporters/photographers (clearly seen in the picture) anywhere near the painting.  Why target Van Gogh's Sunflowers? The national flower of Ukraine, a country enjoying much popular support in its struggles to resist attempts to fold it back into the embrace of Mother Russia. Was it a pun? Being an oil painting? Just Stop Oil, indeed! What will we do instead, girls?
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25 comments:

Bungalow Bill said...

Nice one, Mrs I, I think we are enjoying the nadir of nadirs. But, thank goodness, we have Sir Keith and his Glorious Coalition in the wings.

Where do we go to escape? Are you safe, even, up in the starry North?

mrs ishmael said...

Make no mistake, mr bungalow bill, Nicola Sturgeon is laughing her socks off at the Tory tragedy and making rich political capital out of it - see you, hen, we'll all be better off in an independent Scotland, awa' frae they Tory scum.
There's no safe ground anywhere, anymore. mr ishmael, being a survivalist, had thought that Ruin would make the City uninhabitable, and that Orkney would be a safe place from which to observe the end of civilisation. The first winter gale brought home the lesson of the particular vulnerability of living on an island, dependent on the ferries to bring in anything to eat that wasn't neeps, tatties or dead cow. Rows of empty shelves in the supermarkets recommended to him the purchase of an additional freezer - at one time we had three, but the first lengthy power cut resulted in a great many thawed and rotting chickens. Before we moved here, mr ishmael had assured me that we could pull our dinner out of the sea and that rabbits made fine eating. God bless him, he couldn't kill any living creatures for his dinner. He had the greatest of ethical dilemmas in putting down wood louse powder, and as for the annual autumnal incursion of mice from the fields into the house - that was left to me to organise. I'll tell you the story one day.
The other thing about Orkney is that during two World Wars it was hugely strategically significant as a place to park up the battleships, handy for sending off to fight the Hun, and therefore it was a target for those intent on blowing up said battleships. No reason to suppose that, should the current eastern European hostilities spread West and North, Orkney would not be pressed into service again.
I've got some nice autumnal photos for you, but haven't got around to posting them yet - but I will, promise. The nerines are looking particularly fabulous.

Mike said...

When the inevitable collapse of the West arrives, shortly - its already started - there will be no hiding place. This will not be like previous collapses when a bit of financial jiggery-pokery could cover up the hole. This will be a real collapse as Mr I foretold.

The only possible escape from this inevitability is what is beginning to happen in Europe - demonstrations against NATO and involvement in Ukraine and a roll-back of sanctions (always assuming that Russia would turn back on the taps - unlikely in my view). And regime change across the West, which is already happening, twice in the case of the UK. The problem is that the demonstrations will be met by draconian measures. Macron has already said he will send in the military and the same will happen elsewhere. The only chance is that the military refuse those orders. And as for regime change, the problem is that there there are no credible alternatives.

So, its looking rather bleak. It will all come to a head shortly when Russia lauches its winter campaign and finishes off the job. What will the West's response be?

mrs ishmael said...

We must hope that it will be sensible and pragmatic, mr mike, and that all this windy rhetoric and the posturing of old and powerful men will be put away. Should it come to a nuclear show down, I don't suppose even Australia could avoid either the nuclear winter or survive the nuclear winds.

Mike said...

Just under 50 years ago I lived in Sheffield for a couple of years. It was then a proud and wealthy city with a thriving steel and manufacturing industry and of course the coal mines.

Last time I visited about 4 years ago I was shocked. The place was run down; the population looked distinctly unhealthy with even people in early middle age obese and pushing zimmer frames or in wheelchairs; the general standard of deportment of the population was as you graphically described a few threads previously. The high street was mostly boarded up; charity shops seemed busy. And the food was shit. I didn't see food banks, but they are coming if not already prevalent (I am reading of food banks in London now).

This is just a taste of where its going. Homelessness and crime will rise. Unemployment will rise as businesses close. The social services will be cut back and unable to cope. Suicides are already on the rise.

This is all inevitable it doesn't matter who is PM or Chancellor.

Mike said...

PS: the frogs are revolting:

https://youtu.be/mEXTYLkVb0M

verge said...

Very good job cunting off Cunty, though I think your Norweegie pals missed a trick with Uncle Lovestrujk's Xmas wish-list - "all I want for Christmas is your Big North Pole", surely? Right up his salty old fjord, and so forth. Dirty bastards.

Meanwhile, the Chinese are reminding us where we stand in the pecking-order :

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-63280519

mrs ishmael said...

Interesting juxtaposition of protesters, messrs. mike and verge: everywhere there is distress, grievance and anger. I have respect for those taking their protest onto the streets, where they risk heavy-handed reprisals and control, but no respect whatsoever for the Stop Oil girls, despoiling one of the nation's treasures in an entirely safe space, where they know fine well that no security guards will rip their soft little super-glued hands from the gallery wall, leaving skin behind. I'm certainly not advocating the end of the right to protest, closing down free speech or beating up protesters. And it's no good telling protesters that they should pick their targets with more care, because they will go wherever they can gain maximum publicity for their cause. Just saying that the nation's pictures should have been better protected. Makes me heart-sick to see such vandalism of a work of art. The very thought that the tomato-soup brigade could walk up the marble staircase of Birmingham's Art Gallery and fling mushroom soup on "King Cophetua and the Beggar Maid", or "Autumn Leaves" because protesters considered that the subjects objectified women, gives me dark imaginings that the barbarians are, indeed, at the gate.

mrs ishmael said...

Ordure, Ordure! And the House Filthster strikes again!Thank you for your review of the Norwegian postal service ad, mr verge. Where there is dark, there you will shine a tiny light of sanity.
Apparently, Cunty is denying that he has been moonlighting on Scandinavian television - claims on Twitter that he must have a long lost brother.

mrs ishmael said...

I've never been to Sheffield, mr mike, but I understand your dismay at seeing the deterioration of a once-fine city. It happened to Inverness, seemingly overnight. One minute it was a shiny, white city, poised beside a mighty river, prosperous with daffodils and many Tescos, the city Fathers replacing ordinary pavement slabs with special flagstones carved with bits of poetry and stuff; the next it was dirty streets, uncollected rubbish, businesses going bust and replaced by pawn shops, charity shops, pay day loan shops and Gentlemen's Clubs.
I was fortunate enough to have two jaunts into England this year to visit friends and family. Birmingham was a huge, scary disappointment. Filthy, overcrowded - even the Museum and Art Gallery had been closed for four years - refurbishment complicated by Covid. Too many people, jostling, noisy, standing room only on the trains connecting the City with outlying suburbs. Yet rural England is as lovely as it ever was: exquisite market towns and little villages, green spaces, huge trees, fabulous historic properties under the care of the National Trust and its impertinent money-hustling employees: "would you like to purchase an annual membership, madam? There's a pensioner's discount. Can I enquire how old you are?" No, you may not.

mongoose said...

Yes, that's it, mrs i. Out here in Bandit Country life continues much as it ever has except for the impertinence of the hectoring classes. It began I think when one of the mongoslings came home with a note saying that chocolate bars - and it was probably one of Mr Tunnock's finest or a Kitkat or something - were "not allowed" in lunch boxes. Now as the mongoslings have long been mondolphins too and at their peak swam several kilometres every fucking week, not a one of them had a spare gram of fat on them let alone an ounce. I ignored the buggers but mrs m raised the matter, and Jenny the HM never raised the subject again.

I may not this and I may not that, and I must this and I must that. Do fuck off.

But as I say it is not like the cities. We are doing some maintenance chores here, and a couple of windows need replacing. Some scoundrel put a couple of cheap nasty buggers in my ancient cottage (before it was mine) and they are now rotten. Everything else is oak and ancient wrought iron. An acquaintance from the used-to-go-the-pub days passed by and announced that he had a couple of, and I kid you not, 16th century lights in his garden going spare and that I was welcome to them. They are now here and about to be sand-blasted and wrapped in oak. Would he take a penny or a beer? No. "Just do it right, mongoose lad. You're the engineer." And off he went. So it is not everything and everyone who has turned to shite and swinery.

ultrapox said...

oh dearie me, having led the rabid neo-liberal lynch-mob which, in a relentless racist frenzy worthy of america's jim crow era, tore apart the uk's first black chancellor on fabricated grounds of his professional incompetence, the independent newspaper now has the rather belated fucking nerve to publish the following fragment of economic reality:


goldman sachs warns uk set for ‘more significant’ recession after truss tax u-turn
investment bank analysts downgrade growth from -0.4% to -1%



yes, according to the afore-mentioned national arbiters of political and economic correctness:


"goldman sachs analysts forecast britain’s recession to be more than twice as deep as previously expected after liz truss removed kwasi kwarteng as chancellor and reversed a freeze in corporation tax..."


and thus it becomes discomfortingly evident how, flocking in the neo-colonial footsteps of the us democrats - who habitually classify all black conservatives as 'coons' - the british labour party - in colour-coordinated concert with its neo-imperialist allies in the tory party - regards kwasi kwarteng as a useless - eton-educated - nigger.

of course, good old labour-members don't have a particular problem with kwarteng being a 'coon' - it's just that he's not their 'coon'...

even more disconcerting, however, is the frustrating fact that the administration squatting in washington's big white house obviously no longer permits the uk to choose its own government, and in a corrupt echo of 2008, instead crashes financial markets at will in order to terminally undermine any government deemed out of favour with the neo-liberal establishment.

given the cross-party consensus on the matter of kwasi's competence, there seems little doubt that deep state democrats are behind the coup against our conservative government...

indeed, given that president biden and his cia-mates hate britain, hate brexit, and hate blacks, then we can easily comprehend why truss, kwarteng and co just had to go.

as i have already noted...

if donald trump's truly a white supremacist, then what the fuck do we call this war-obsessed american president who - having previously drafted bill clinton's afro-incarcerating 1994 crime bill and performed a eulogy at the funeral of a former klan-member - is now overtly arming unashamed white supremacists in ukraine?

having destroyed europe's gas-supplies, decimated the european economy, and deviously deposed the british government, the united states will soon find itself without any allies in the west, let alone the rest of the world...

and equally, having destroyed the uk's first dark chancellor, the endemically racist british labour party will now, most deservedly, begin to lose the black vote.

mongoose said...

It is a coup d'etat, mr ultrapox. And it's the second this year. A pro-EU, rejoiner PM is required and they won't stop until they get one.

Mike said...

That's correct Mr mongoose. They are pissing in the faces of those who voted in the referendum and also the Tory party members. And nothing you can do about it. To paraphrase Herman Goering: "if anyone talks about democracy I will reach for my Luger".

ultrapox said...

another parliamentary coup has indeed been staged, mr mongoose, nevertheless it must be admitted that the multicultural composition of the british cabinet has not been overly helpful in waging washington's war for white supremacy in ukraine; unfortunately, the politically expedient lynching of the uk's first black chancellor will now positively discourage black youngsters from considering a career in the house.

of course, until this nato-manufactured conflict in ukraine is resolved, britain's economy cannot even begin to be fixed, yet not one of the 650 cia-coddled cowards in westminster has seen fit to tell president biden where to stuff his nasty neo-imperialist war - and in my opinion, our politicians' shameful and unpatriotic performance only goes to prove that the british parliament does not work on behalf of the british people.

meanwhile, i understand that jim dale's taken over at the treasury.

carry on up the foodbank

ultrapox said...

i really miss the queen

mrs ishmael said...

Try not to worry, mr ultrapox. As you say, there's not a thing to be done about it - just sit back and enjoy the spectacle. PMQs today was astonishing, whilst today's resignations have been beyond weird. What will tomorrow bring?

ultrapox said...

tomorrow, mrs ishmael, will bring the announcement of a rota for the rôle of pm.

bravo-two-zero's decided she does not want to share a tank with the flexible lady, and that resignation's better than being sent to the eastern front.

the slipperiest cunt on planet-earth has somehow been appointed home secretary.

Mike said...

The best outcome for the Tories, and the country, would be to leave the office of PM vacant.

When the biggest crash any of us has witnessed is just around the corner, why would a sane person want the job anyway?

mrs ishmael said...

Since we're looking for an insane person, mr mike, best send for Boris.

mongoose said...

Well, that was all jolly exciting. Coup2 accomplished and live on telly.

ultrapox said...

we're now a banana-republic without bananas

Mike said...

I read in the Filth-o-graph that leadership contenders need 100 supporters by monday to enter the race. So my wish (PM spot left vacant) may come to pass.

If Bojo returns (by god he has a thick hide!) the Britain will be the laughing stock of the world. It makes Ukraine look like a functioning democracy, by comparison.

mongoose said...

AU contraire, mr mike. If Bojo stands it will be great fun.

But I fear that we are about to have a Rishi gimp suit disaster.

mrs ishmael said...

Gentlemen, gentlemen, all this is a distraction - a delightfully amusing distraction, but a distraction, none the less. We are at war. And we need a war leader. Can someone dig up Churchill? No? Then it will have to be Boris.