The Diva and the Little Black Dress
A not too serious video clip marks diva Deborah Voigt’s return to Covent Garden as Ariadne after a 4-year-old argument about a little black dress [More >>>]
A not too serious video clip marks diva Deborah Voigt’s return to Covent Garden as Ariadne after a 4-year-old argument about a little black dress [More >>>]
A letter in the Sunday Times exposes the irrelevance of the viability test to the abortion debate, which should be the centre-piece of the defence of women’s right to choose [More >>>]
Sheep and goats can readily be told apart by the remedies they propose for the steep rise in petrol and food prices. Sheep demand government action to bring down petrol prices, for example by...
‘Contact’ facility (for messages to me from this website) now works again after a long time out of order, but ‘search’ still awaiting a fix [More >>>]
Barack Obama’s book ‘Dreams from My Father’ is an extraordinary chronicle of Obama’s progress from personal isolation to reforming vision: essential reading whether or not he wins the Presidency [More >>>]
Even David Steel, father of the great abortion reform Act of 1967, commits himself to the fallacious and dangerous idea that abortion should be banned once the foetus becomes ‘viable’. Acceptance of this will ultimately cause abortion to be completely banned once again: it’s time to abandon it [More >>>]
Why Ken lost: five factors that doomed his campaign to failure [More >>>]
Not for the first time, the Guardian has gone at a letter submitted by me with a hacksaw, or perhaps an axe, before publishing it (here) on 29 April 08: but better an amputee...
This is for registered voters in London, England.
How to vote in the London mayoral elections on Thursday (May-day) is not difficult to decide. It’s going to be either Ken Livingstone, the Labour incumbent, or Boris Johnson, the Tory challenger. Whether you think Livingstone is a good socialist lefty or an arrogant opinionated shifty s**t is completely irrelevant. It’s not a beauty contest; not even a personality contest. The only question is whether you think it would be a good idea to deliver London into the hands of Johnson, a man who has never administered anything; who appears to have difficulty mugging up briefs written for him on even quite straightforward subjects; whose opinions as reflected in his columns in the right-wing Daily Telegraph, and editorials in the Spectator, are in some cases offensive to decent liberal opinion and in others simply offensive, period; who is prone to massive errors of judgment from which he seeks to escape by playing the buffoon; who is alarmingly typical of his background — Eton, and the foppish and reactionary Bullingdon Club at Oxford; who, because of his ignorance and incompetence, is at the mercy of his minders and fund-raisers, all right-wing Tories, many (including the owners of the London Evening Standard which has run a disgraceful smear campaign against Livingstone) with big business interests which Johnson would almost certainly defer to in his decisions and policies as mayor; who would have little chance, as a right-wing Tory, of extracting for Londoners the indispensable billions of pounds of public money from a Labour government with an interest in seeing him fail (whereas Livingstone, with a massive personal political following and a record of independence from his party leadership, has been spectacularly successful in this complex and sophisticated task); and who would probably prove equally unsuccessful in extracting public money for London from a Conservative government in the gruesome event of a Conservative victory at a general election during Johnson’s tenure in London, since he is in hock to his party’s bosses, not independent of them.
Like him or loathe him (and there are grounds for either or both), Livingstone by almost universal consent has done an unexpectedly excellent job as mayor. Some of the cronies who work for him seem to be an unsavoury bunch, but there’s no evidence at all that their politics or their advice have had a negative effect on Livingstone’s administration. The improvements to London’s transport system effected by Livingstone have been spectacular, against all odds, and there’s more to do, which he shows every sign of doing. His plans for financing tube modernisation, deliberately frustrated by Gordon Brown as Chancellor of the Exchequer, have turned out to be enlightened and right, as against Brown’s which have proved an expensive flop. His housing policies are practical and progressive. His influence on policing policies and practices in London has been strikingly positive. Even the Evening Standard with its squalid defamations has failed to lay a glove on him in policy terms; and its personal vilifications can be dismissed as completely irrelevant.
So the choice is not hard, even if you regard it as being between two undesirables: political choices are often a matter of selecting the lesser of two evils, or the least of several. And there’s no escaping it. If you vote for a third candidate — the Green, for example, or the relatively inoffensive LibDem candidate, the former policeman — and don’t give your second preference to Livingstone, you are in effect voting for Johnson for mayor, since you will be withholding your vote from the only candidate who can beat him. The same applies if you don’t vote at all, or if you spoil your ballot paper: you might just as well vote for Johnson. There’s only one way to help save London from potential disaster on a grand scale, and that’s to give your first, or at any rate your second, preference to Livingstone. Hold your nose while you do it, if you must: but for London’s sake, do it!
Faithful visitors to my website (https://barder.com/), host to this blog, will have noticed that it seems to have expired, although some of its individual pages are still breathing and available, e.g. via links to them from earlier blog posts. I have appealed for First Aid to my web guru, who however is currently somewhat preoccupied with packing up for three years’ hard labour in Ethiopia, so it may be a little while before normal service is restored, if ever.
Meanwhile, as you’ll have gathered if you can read this, Ephems continues to function. I just hope it isn’t about to succumb to the same life-threatening condition as its aged website parent — although if it does, that might actually allow me enough time to read one or two of the books that continue to pile up beside my bed, untouched by human hand. *Books!* — remember them?
Anyway, in case you fancy browsing again among the infinite riches of https://barder.com/, keep clicking away on the link, and who knows? maybe some day it will pop up again as if nothing had happened.