Bold moves needed to stem the rot and create a new world

As the world teeters on the brink of who knows what, and the leaders of the G7 discuss it all on a conference call, here’s a few ideas for them:

Some statecraft is needed here: we need to leave behind the discredited ‘orthodoxy’ (epitomised by the extremist views of the swivel-eyed terrorist-Tea Partiers but followed in one form or another by most western governments) and wake up to the fact that the markets are a madhouse fundamentally at odds with the interests of the vast majority of the real world, and need to be reined in and chained down like a mad dog. After bailing out the banks in 2008, and then mismanaging the sovereign debt that ensued, world debt is now three times world GDP. So either we have calamitous defaults, or we print money and stoke up enough inflation to make the numbers add up. When world GDP is equal to or greater than our debt – in numbers at least – we can settle down and balance the books again.  A litre of fuel may cost a fiver, rather than £1.40, but it’ll still be a litre of fuel.

Most importantly, we must wake up and realise that there is no ‘wisdom’ in the markets, only savage and feral self-interest that needs to be caged, tamed and closely monitored with robust and thought-through regulation that has not been written by the likes of Goldman Sachs.

Like it or not, the eurozone probably needs fundamental no-quibble fiscal union – effectively turning it into the United States of Europe with strong local government.  And that means Germany picking up the bill for a while.  They’re scared of it now, because its been their ambition for 150 years to dominate Europe again (for the first time since the collapse of the medieval Holy Roman Empire) and having gone the wrong way about it twice they’re baulking at having it given to them on a plate.  But its the only way forward now. [STOP PRESS – first moves toward this now underway]

Here at home in the UK, I have to say the man still making most sense is Vince Cable.  The rest of the coalition don’t seem to get it at all, and Ed and his crew have a lot of ground to make up yet before I’ll be convinced they’d be any better.  Probably the best way out here would be fundamental Land Reform, enabling us to tax the 0.36% of the population that own 2/3 of the land of the British Isles.

And do I think it likely that the G7 leaders will take this advice?  No.  I bet they’ll all just batten down the hatches, declare even more austerity, and run the world economy into the ground.  Having a meeting without China, is, after all, part of the hubris that brought about the problem in the first place.  ‎“What we are witnessing is not just the decline of the US but the decline of the west.”

Soon, then, will come the defaults, and the rioting will really get under way.

Chaos as Ice Turns to Water

OK so the world can lurch on after a deal is finally being struck to stave off default in the US.  The Euro’s latest sticking plaster is more likely to last as long as many hope.

But aren’t we being chivvied headlong – by a tea-drinking dog that believes the elite should be properly rich, that there should be those who are above, and those who are below – down a road in which the middle classes are those who are progressively being culled?  Viewed from left field, although their consumption patterns are gargantuan, the super-rich – even the burgeoning global plutocracy whose hegemonic strategies dangle the tea-drinkers on their invisible strings – are probably individually (even collectively) responsible for much less of a climate change inducing carbon footprint than that being enacted by the great mass of the middle classes created since the second world war.  This road, indeed, might actually be good for the planet.  Along with a few nuclear power stations to reduce dependence on fossil fuel faster than we can create enough sustainable sources.

Pull the other one?

 

 

Osama bin Laden

Osama bin Laden“Benjamin Ferencz, an American lawyer who was a US prosecutor at the Nuremburg trials and who lives in New York state, asked whether the killing was justifiable self-defence or premeditated illegal assassination. He would have preferred he had been captured and put on trial.

Ferencz, 92, said : “The picture I get is that a bunch of highly trained, heavily armed soldiers find an

Hermann Goering
Head of the Luftwaffe Hermann Goering

old guy in pyjamas and shot him in the chest and head and that borders, without access to more facts, on murder.” He added: “Even [the head of the Luftwaffe Hermann] Göring had a right to trial.””

Ewen MacAskil et al Guardian 4/5/11

 

Nuraghe

Palmavera Nuraghe, Alghero, Sardinia
Visited a Nuragic tower and settlement today – Palmavera.  Fascinating.  In occupation roughly 1500BC to 900BC.  There are all the hallmarks of the typical Sardinian Nuragic tower, surrounded by huts.  This is a Class II example, with a double central tower rather than the simpler single tower, or the more complex (Class III) multiple tower examples – most of which are in the south.  As usual I have acquired a rather academic archaeological book in advance to read up on the culture in advance, as well as purchasing, today, the book on the site available at the ticket office. The guides seem to assume that the towers were the dwelling places of chiefs, surrounded by the lesser people in their huts.  Even in the article criticising previous attempts to suggest colonisation from the Eastern meditteranean must have been the origin of such comlpex architecture, supporting instead the idea of a developed local megalithic culture, the assumption remains that these towers are the dwellings of chiefs.  Yet everywhere, unexplained, and glossed over, there are miniature models of these towers.  In the huge round ‘meeting hut’ here at Palmavera, (as found elsewhere), where there is a bench all the way round the inside of this largest of all the huts, and a central pedestal, the item on the pedestal, the focus of the meeting, is a model of the tower – yes the one that is just outside this meeting hut.  In all the archaeological digs, little hand-held or window-sill size models of the tower are found from the period.  It strikes me, I have to say, that one hypothesis archaeologists might do well to investigate would be that these towers were not dwelling places at all – at least not of the living!  It strikes me that these towers were ceremonial places, and if utensils have been found there then they may have been offerings, or there may have been feasts in these towers.  Inside, the conical corbelled roof reminded me of Newgrange.

After Palmavera, I cycled on to Anghelu Ruju, an older – pre-Nuragic necropolis with more than twenty tombs, and evidence of multiple burials from the end of the Mesolithic right through the early Neolithic and up to the Nuragic period.  They were hollowed out from what seemed like a limestone shelf, eerie, ancient, sometimes square, sometimes circular, covering many centuries of use and reuse.  In one, there was a doorway at the end of the entrance passage, flanked clearly by crescent-moon like bulls-horn reliefs.  It was a very potent image of the deepest past, and struck me that perhaps these dark, enclosed spaces where the spirits dwelled might indeed, in the Nuragic, have become the heart of the new-style settlements : no longer perhaps specifically burial sites, but the dwelling places of spirits whose cults had begun in the necropolises.  Idle speculation perhaps.  Amateur archaeology, certainly.  But what delightful weather to do it in 🙂

Interesting Update:
See this for some news on the Nuragic culture!

Alghero Limoncello

Interesting day.  Got pulled over last December and fined for speeding on the M60. Had to surrender my licence to be amended and reissued.  Only rememebered on the plane that I hadn’t received the replacement yet – four months later!  So I’m not able to hire the car I reserved with Hertz, and, after a brief warning chat with the Tourist Info point here in Alghero about daring to speak to the Italian police, I am clearly grounded in Alghero, reliant on the scant bus services.  Ah well.  Lots of excellent food and wine shops and an opportunity to cook a pasta di frutti di mare. Yum! Sauteed the polpo (octopus) until tender while I ate the fresh local aspargus – lightly steamed – with garlic butter.  *licks lips*

After dinner I heard a band outside the window of my little studio apartment in the old town and leant out the window to see what was going on.  It was a parade of some sort – with candles, and therefore probably religious. I put my coat on to go downstairs and follow.  The procession, led by the band, included a tall effigy draped in a black cloak – it had to be the Madonna – and was followed by what was clearly mostly local people with a few tourists at the edges.  I joined the locals, and followed them down through the winding streets of the old town and eventually into the church.  I followed two young lads, taller than all their elderly relatives, but seemingly just as devout, right up until they joined some of their peers in a side chapel of the church – I guessed they were teenagers who had been choirboys.

I stood off to one side in the shadows at the side of the church, as the main congregation clustered around the effigy of the Madonna, resplendant in a magnificent cloak, but somehow not that dissimilar from a shop-window dummy in a white dress and black cloak.  As the Latin and the Italian chants around me played themselves out, I thought about Italy as the home of the Roman Catholic Church, of the pride of the Italians in leading a billion or more christians around the world.  I thought of the golden idols that Moses threw down and how he might view the worship of this shop-window dummy of the Madonna.

As the ceremony came to a close I turned, but before leaving picked up a tea-light at one of the many candle-stations and lit it, tracing the pentacle with my finger on my forehead, and saying a little prayer to the (local Sardinian) Goddess, knowing that She was here, thousands of years in the making, regardless of what the priests might say in a language long dead, of a man who died thousands of miles away…

I returned to my little studio, stopping off on the way to buy a bottle of Limoncello, and as it chilled in the freezer, enjoyed the single MonteCristo I bought at the same time, delighting in the joy of being stuck in a little town on a little island in the Med, with nothing to do.  What luxury!

BTW: Despite Sardinia being the home of Tiscali (its President is Tiscali’s CEO or smthg) there is no WiFi anywhere in Alghero, and only 90s style pay-for-10mins access to the internet on slow-as-tractors ancient XP machines in photocopy shops.  So blogging is going to be strictly an iPhone affair. And what a bloody pallaver that is!  Text is easy, but an image???!! Running my own installation of WordPress on my own server, (and I’m not sure that that is the problem, just saying) I cannot add (using my iphone) an image to WordPress from my iPhone (it requires Flash) or, via the URL option, from my me.com gallery OR my flickr gallery (just get a red X – presumably these galleries require signup of some kind.)  Where to put a free access photo then?  Couldn’t FTP anywhere it on international data connection.  Stumped.  So much for Web 2.0!!!

02 fortunately can’t charge me more than £35 for data roaming – up to 50Mb.  Good job considering how many pics of my dinner I’ver sent from my iPhone to various so-called Web2 spaces.  So if I go quiet – you’ll know why!  Any advice welcome!!

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Western Powers Go To War Over Oil AGAIN

French (?) jet over LibyaI am pretty annoyed. Quite aside from the current arguments about humanitarian help for the beleaguered rebels, in my opinion this is Cameron and Sarkozy’s war, and its about Libyan oil. (The biggest reserves in North Africa). Italy’s ENI are the biggest players, followed by Germany’s Wintershall, and France’s Total. The US have only started getting back into Libya since 2005 – the famous Blair handshake. The UK government has been working behind the scenes trying to get Shell and BP into this market for over a decade – Blair and Major before him (Major representing US company Carlyle).

The UK want the rebels to grant us oil rights in gratitude. The French are in there protecting Total’s investment.  The Germans and Italians know better what war is all about and don’t want to be a part of it.  What’s going on is all about the oil, just dressed up in humanitarian/democratic arguments: if it was really about the latter we’d be enforcing NFZs over Yemen, Syria and Bahrain, and there’d be more than just Qatar and UAE on the UN ticket sanctioning action.

Tomahawks – the US navy’s cruise missiles (which they only sell to the UK navy), of course, are made by Raytheon – a US/UK arms company, and have control systems made by BAE.  The Brits bought a load of the new ones in 2004 and have just used up a load of their old ones on Libya.  A little googling turns up some really quite wild conspiracy stuff!

Funnily enough – the Turkish Prime Minister agrees “Using incendiary language directed at France in a speech in Istanbul, Erdogan said: “I wish that those who only see oil, gold mines and underground treasures when they look in [Libya’s] direction, would see the region through glasses of conscience from now on.”

STOP PRESS:
26th August 2011

Sept 1st Update:

And so the bidding begins, with French and British companies set to do well.

Feb 10th 2012 Update:



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http://www.cartoonmovement.com/cartoon/2196

How times change

Some People Are Gay.  Get Over It.I went to school at Eltham College in the 1970s, where the Headmaster and Chaplin gave lectures in morning assembly against the ‘evil sin of homosexuality’. I suffered some pretty horrific homophobic bullying from my peers, too. As a result I failed my A-levels, and didn’t get to University til 10yrs after leaving school. Now I head-up the leading Research Centre at the University of Salford, and Peter Tatchell is giving a guest lecture to the sixth form College Society, today.

A moderate beginning the road back to radicalism?

What with :

  • the Tea-Party – the Taliban of the American Right – gaining power in the US Republican Party
  • the Tories finishing what Thatcher started, wearing a dapper LibDem hat to confuse us
  • Darth Ratzinger landing the Death Star on British Soil spitting hate at women and gays, with an army of paedo’s hidden in his skirts…

…it feels like the world is still going to pot since Bush stole the White House, despite the blip of hope when Obama got there to weather the wake…

We seem to be staring at least a decade of austerity and right wing rule in the face, and I have to say, I for one, with memories of my 80s radicalism stirring in my heart, am finding it increasingly necessary to ‘take sides’ in the debate – to radicalise my own thinking in the general drift toward polarisation: the usual effect of right wing rule.

As John le Carre put it, once the Cold War against the failings of Communism had been won it was time to focus on the failings of capitalism. Instead there are those who still believe they should be able to get away with being better off than everyone else at everyone else’s expense, and happily deploy the most insidious strategies to ensure we gleefully beg for them to take more. With bread (in the form of palatial supermarkets) and circuses (yes those theatres of dreams) our ‘owners’ marshal their populations carefully to avoid unrest, driving engines of mass slavery to keep us too occupied to realise who we are, let alone why on earth we are playing this deadly game for people we don’t even know…

I guess one outcome of becoming more radicalised by a political environment shifting to the right, is that I am likely to become more outspoken.

Blog Rebirth

Thumb of the old blog I have spent the last five hours, after three and half years with Pivot, completely migrating my entire blog from March 2007 to September 2010, into a new WordPress installation. Why? Because I wanted to create a page with all of the Peru entries, and found it not only difficult, but ended up screwing up the entries in Pivot, almost losing one, and mucking up the date sequence. So I exported the lot into Movable Type format, installed WordPress on my server, imported the lot into the installation, sorted out all the dates, and hey presto. It was quite time-consuming get it all sorted out, unfortunately – the export/import mucked up ALL the dates (US vs British dating) which required amending them all – BUT WordPress, unlike Pivot, lets you do that 🙂 AND now I have a lovely page all about Peru. And all the wonderful advantages of WordPress. I have been thinking about migrating for, oh, at least a year. I tried in fact, over a year ago, but the installation process was a nightmare. This time it took 5 minutes – they’ve got it sorted now 🙂
So welcome to the New Blog, just like the Old Blog, but with a new engine!