Crisis in Europe

To anybody possessing even a modicum of common sense, the crisis caused by  largely unsupervised mass migration to Europe can hardly have come as a surprise. Last year in Germany alone the country’s premier, Angela Merkel, authorised the entrance of over a million migrants and that’s not counting illegal immigrants. Here in the UK our Prime minister, David Cameron, was a little more cautious and was promptly and loudly criticised by liberal and politically correct idealists for (in their opinion) not doing enough to take in more refugees. Those critics have been rather quiet since the turn of the year.

The result of Europe’s naïve policies has been a crisis of untold proportions and consequences with EU member states turning on one another, passing the buck and blaming everybody but themselves whilst trying to cope with the virtually unmanageable influx of immigrants and refugees. Last week the French Prime Minister was quoted as saying that the EU is at “grave risk” and “our societies will be totally destabilised” without a change in policy.

Socially, the results of the EU’s policies have been even more disastrous with the New Year’s Eve attacks by mobs of young Muslim men on Western women in Cologne particularly but also in Helsinki, Stockholm and other European cities. Following incidents in swimming pools and other public places some cities have even set up classes to try and teach these men that in Western society all are equal and women do not exist merely to be exploited and sexually abused.

There has been a predictable response and backlash by right wing groups who have taken to the streets to express their opposition to the EU’s  immigration policies and numerous violent clashes  have occurred presenting the sorely-pressed forces of law and order with yet more problems.

Whilst Europe’s  politicians are now waking up to this alarming crisis and struggling for answers there is surely one question that needs to be asked. Why is it that they are undoubtedly careful as to who they invite into their homes but not so when it comes to their countries? For sure, the whole of Europe is now beginning to pay the price for their carelessness and stupidity.

Another Musical Great

There was more sad news for the world of music this week with the death of Glen Frey of the Eagles fame. As always seems to happen on these occasions I was prompted to dig out some of his work, both Eagles and solo.

With the Eagles, the natural starting point has to be “Hotel California” which is generally accepted to be the band’s finest piece of work. The album, released over 39 years ago (oh blimey!) in December 1976, turned out to be one of the biggest selling albums in music history and contains a series of classics, not least the title track. Of course Glen Frey was only one of five great musicians who made the album but he was the co-writer, along with Don Henley, of much of the album’s finest work.

I settled down to listen to my original vinyl version of the album and rolled back the years thinking, firstly, what a wonderful piece of work this is and secondly, why don’t I play it more often? The music is outstanding and the lyrics both poignant and thought-provoking. This wasn’t disposable tat for the pop charts.

As I lost myself in the album I came to the last track, “The Last Resort”, a song written and composed by Henley (the main writer) and Frey about the greed of mankind (particularly the early American settlers in the West) the destruction of the land and those who inhabited it. The lyrics could apply to what mankind has done and continues to do to the world as a whole and these lines have a particular resonance –

“We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds/In the name of destiny and in the name of God”.

Beautiful music combined with incisive intelligence. It really doesn’t get much better than that.

And Did Those Feet?

Last Wednesday Parliament adopted a Bill, which, if it becomes law, will give England her own national anthem. Many foreigners would, I’m sure, be incredulous that this should be necessary in the first place, particularly since most people assume (including many in the British Isles) that “God Save The Queen” is England’s national anthem.

It is not, “God Save The Queen” is the anthem of the United Kingdom (England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland) but since England doesn’t have her own national anthem the anthem of the UK is  used at English sporting occasions. This has always struck me as a little unfair. All other members of the Union have their own national anthems so why can’t England? Why should the English need to appropriate an anthem belonging to the UK as a whole?

The anomaly should be quickly corrected and England should have her own national anthem with immediate effect. The front runners seem to be “Land of Hope and Glory” (a throwback to music hall jingoism and more Hope than Glory these days!) followed by “Jerusalem” which, of course, is a hymn about our country’s Christian values rather than a foreign city.

Both are beautiful, moving and stirring anthems and if sung at English sporting occasions would, I’m sure, give us a huge lift. That alone would swing it for me since, let’s be honest, most English sports teams (with the obvious exception of our cricketers!) need all the help they can get these days!

Over the Limit

There was some alarming news for drinkers (well, possibly!) at the end of last week when the Government issued new guidelines for alcohol consumption.

It was announced that the previous guidelines were inaccurate and medical experts now recommend that an adult male should consume no more than 14 units of alcohol per week instead of the old 28 units. For women the recommendation is even less

A unit equates to approximately half a pint of average strength beer so therefore an adult male should drink a total of no more than 7 pints of beer a week. A week! I know some blokes who drink double that on a Friday night and then repeat it the following day! So, in effect they are drinking 4 week’s supply on a single weekend. This could mean the end of rugby as we know it!

Like most people, I do take note of these guidelines and take on board what is said. Also like most people I then make my own mind up about what is right for me personally. Life is short and none of us know what is around the corner, praise the Lord. So thank you, medical experts for all your hard work and advice but, irresponsible as this undoubtedly is, I for one will be carrying on regardless. Cheers!

Death of a Great

David Bowie has died, a mere three days after his 69th birthday and, turning on the television early today to be greeted by this news was both a shock and saddening for all of us, I’m sure.

Tributes will flow from all over the world to a man who was, quite simply, a musical genius. A man whose talent spanned six decades from the late 1960s to the present day.

Very few, if any, musicians boasted such an extraordinary and prodigious talent and fewer still boasted his influence in the worlds of music, art and fashion. The word “icon” tends to be overused nowadays and can therefore lose its meaning and effectiveness, but David Bowie was an icon by anybody’s definition.

I think today will be one of those days when we remember where we were when we learned the news of David Bowie’s death. He was that great.

Fighting Litter

A couple of days ago it was announced that new legislation is to be introduced to deal with the problem of littering in the UK. We all know that littering is a serious problem in our country and I’m sure we’re all tired of seeing drinks cans, fast food wrappers and plastic bottles blowing around our high streets and country lanes.

The response of the Government is to increase financial penalties for littering convictions and to encourage citizens to report transgressors to police officers. The first part is good since people tend to respond to attacks on the pocket but the second part maybe not so.

It is always a little disconcerting when the Government urges us to spy on our fellow citizens and report them to the authorities. It seems to indicate that there are insufficient numbers of law enforcement officers, namely police, to deal with the problem and, following the constant cuts in police forces up and down the country, this is indeed the case.

By all means encourage the reporting of waste-disposal in public areas (commonly known as fly-tipping) to the authorities but asking the public to report individuals for dropping litter on the high street is to ask for trouble. Firstly, is it not risky to attempt to apprehend or remonstrate with a stranger after he has, for example, thrown his cigarette pack or beer can on the pavement? Secondly, is this policy not likely to encourage busy-bodies to report minor infringements, for example the old lady who inadvertently lets slip a sweet paper or tissue from her handbag as she is walking down the street?

Yes, we do have a problem with littering and, yes, most of us are sick and tired of seeing rubbish blowing around our high streets. The problem has to be properly addressed but, whilst increasing the severity of the punishment is a good idea (how about enforced street litter collection by serious offenders? No good, breach of Human Rights and Health and Safety!) that alone will not solve the problem.

What is also required is education; education in the classroom so that kids can be taught what their parents should have taught them in the first place and education provided by a public awareness campaign on television and large billboard notices for those who still don’t get it. Add to that a return of police officers on the beat and we have a good chance of solving the problem.

Heroes?

It’s odd how often the word “hero” is used in modern parlance and how a word, described in the Oxford Dictionary as meaning “a person…….who is admired for their courage or outstanding achievements”, has become so commonplace.

For example it seems that every time reference is made in the media, or by politicians, to members of the armed forces that reference has to include the word “hero” even if no heroic act has actually taken place.

Now don’t get me wrong, any man or woman who makes the decision to serve his or her country is worthy of our respect, gratitude and even admiration but just because they have decided to make a living as a soldier, sailor or airman that decision alone does not make them a hero. There is nothing “courageous” or “outstanding” in making a career choice, however noble that choice may be.

An act of heroism surely involves a person making a decision (spontaneous or otherwise) to perform a positive act, usually against all the odds, putting that person’s life at risk.

Thus, a soldier who, in the heat of battle, ignores enemy gunfire to rescue a wounded comrade is a hero. A fire officer who disregards the flames to rescue a member of the public in a burning house is a hero. Any member of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution who leaves the comfort of dry land and voluntarily takes to a boat in stormy seas to rescue a sailor in distress is a hero.

In all of these cases he or she has actually made an active decision to put his or her life at risk to save others. There are many heroes in all walks of life worthy of the name but we must not devalue the acts of real heroes by using the term so liberally.

Getting the Balance Right

Last week saw the end of the hugely important world conference on climate change. After weeks of speeches by environmentalists, and the usual hot air and back-slapping by politicians, sincere promises were made (for the cameras at least) that positive action will be taken.

We were told that the world’s big industrial powers will finally put in motion measures to reduce pollution, combat global warming and thus save the planet.

It sounded quite encouraging until some independent scientists and environmentalists announced that the proposed measures, costing billions of dollars, will actually achieve nothing! So who are we to believe?

I recently read an excellent book, “Iron, Steam and Money – The Making of the Industrial Revolution” written by British author Roger Osborne in 2013. The book tells of the history of modern industrialisation, which of course began in England in the 18th century and spread throughout the world changing the way human beings lived, seemingly forever.

The book ends with this paragraph,

“Life before industrialisation was, for most people, a continual struggle to survive; without reliable sources of energy we cannot live secure and comfortable lives. Any answer to the twin problems of global resources and climate change must begin with that stark truth”.

The question is therefore, are we prepared to sacrifice the security and comfort provided by industrialisation (with all of its side effects) to save our planet?

Laughing at Clowns

There has been a lot of fuss and controversy over the recent (actually, make that all!) proclamations of Donald Trump who seems bent on filling the world’s television screens and newspaper front pages with his vitriol. If the old saying about any publicity being good publicity is true then he’s doing a great job.

This, of course, is just what he wants and whilst a lot of what he says is risible, racist comments, misogynistic views and the like, why do people rise to the bait? The same thing has happened over the new heavyweight boxing champion of the world, the improbably named Tyson Fury, the so-called King of the Gypsies, a title unlikely to conjure up visions of sensitivity and gentleness!

Among his verbal gems Fury has bitterly denounced homosexuality and stated that “a woman’s place is in the kitchen or on her back”. Sports stars have lined up to rebuke him (with one even threatening to pull out of an awards ceremony if Fury was there) and users of social media have signed condemnatory petitions in droves.

Why? Why give these clowns credibility by taking their comments seriously? Isn’t it better instead to deal with them the way a teacher deals with the naughty little boy seeking to draw attention to himself from the back of the class? Isn’t it better to just ignore them and deprive them of the attention they so desperately crave?

I think so. Better to patronise them and insult them with subtlety. “There, there sonny, what’s the matter? Come and sit down, have a nice cup of tea and tell us all about it”.

That would really annoy them. We mustn’t take them seriously and more importantly we mustn’t take ourselves so seriously either. One of the greatest attributes of the English (and most British, in fact) is our ability to laugh and take the p*** out of people who irritate us. It would be such a shame if we lost that ability.

Uncharitable Thoughts

This is a very uncharitable thought, particularly at Christmas, but watching the harrowing news of the dreadful floods in the north west of England and seeing footage of the fine historic town of Carlisle looking more like Venice, I couldn’t help myself.

The Government has promised to address the problem and the Prime Minister was very quick to visit the area and present himself for the usual rounds of grim-faced photo opportunities. Mr Cameron expressed his sadness and concern that people’s homes and livelihoods have been destroyed (42,000 homes said to be affected) and the Chancellor, George Osborne, has promised £50 million to help alleviate the suffering. The problem is that experts have predicted that the economic damage could well reach ten times that figure, namely £500 million.

My uncharitable thought was this, why don’t we divert some of the £12 billion earmarked for foreign aid next year or some of the £5.8 billion due to be paid over the next 5 years to the International Climate Fund (more than double the figure set aside to combat UK flooding) to help our own people?

As this blog has commented on more than one occasion, whilst we should always be mindful of our moral obligations, charity begins at home. We must take care of our own and if anything is left over then we can consider charitable donations elsewhere. In a question of priorities why would any rational person ignore the urgent needs of his nearest and dearest?