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Got God?

David Cameron has got God. Really, really got God. This isn’t political; it’s evangelical.

It’s easy to be cynical. Easy to think that the sudden deluge of Christianity is part of a plan to woo back blue rinse voters unhappy with gay marriage. Easy to imagine it’s part of an appeal to disenchanted Ukippers to come back to the flock.

But what if it is all true? Maybe Cameron really does see it as ideological. Maybe it’s part of the tenets of Christianity to cut taxes for the wealthiest while ensuring that the poorest and least able find it harder and harder to find the safety net. It could be that Jesus, rather than healing the sick, decided to declare them fit for work. Perhaps it really is in the teachings of Christ that you should do unto others how you would do unto a beetle squashed under your shoe. I’m not a theologian.

At least you knew where you were with Tony Blair. He really, really believed. Again, you might find it hard to think that someone with such a zeal for war could be doing the work of the ‘turn the other cheek’ or the ‘love your enemy’ fella; you might suspect that it was the idea of absolution that saw him turn to the more traditional flavour of church. But he was open about it from the start. It was part of him. Harder to dismiss the faith of Blair as being something he’d concocted.

Cameron? He’s always been as wishy-washy-woolly about his faith as about everything else. His is the “I think I kind of should be so I am” representation of personal faith. He is the weakest, feeblest kind of “Midnight Mass and Harvest Festival mouthing along with the words but making sure he’s sat near the front” sort of clergy member.

His religion doesn’t come from the heart; it comes from the need to present a face. Not so much the four faces of Brahma as the interchangeable heads of Worzel Gummidge, he’ll put on a face to please you, then change it for the very next person he meets. This week it’ll be religion, the next it’ll be something else. If the Tory heartland were atheists, he’d be busily expressing that. It’s not about God; it’s about votes, and votes, and votes.

“Cameron puts God back into politics”. No he doesn’t. It’s not the God that many people of faith have. It’s the god of expediency, of saying things that go down well with the heartland, of being a coward who doesn’t have the courage to have real principles. It is the god of lies.

 
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Posted by on April 17, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Barton Moss fracking protest

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Went down to Barton Moss this week. There’s a protest going on about a potential fracking site. 

This sort of thing is going on all over the country. Sites are being targeted and prepared. If we hear about it at all, we’re told this is A Good Thing by the likes of the Sun. 

It’s happening, whether we like it or not. 

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Posted by on April 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Out of it

It’s ages since I wrote anything – not just anything of note, but anything. Such a relief. I can feel the grip slipping away from the old life I used to have as I stumble forwards into whatever it is I’m doing now.

I don’t really miss it, at all. Sometimes I feel like writing, but I can’t rouse the energy to do it, or find the time. There is always something else going on. Always something else to do. Or… perhaps there isn’t, and I just don’t want to write anymore. It could be that. 

I can’t tell you when I fell out of love with writing but it was some time ago, when I felt the crushing inevitability of having to put my thoughts into characters on a screen rather than keep them whirring away in my mind. I was doing too much writing and not enough reading; I was not listening as much as I spoke, and I think that’s always likely to be a bad idea. Writing had turned from a joy and a release into a chore and a pain. 

You get fatigued. Your writing becomes repetitive and stale. You can’t remember if you’ve used the simile in your mind before or whether you’re stealing from yourself, from something you wrote sometime before… when you were good. What can you do? Do you just keep writing through it, and not care? Do you give up? Do you look at where you’ve gone wrong? 

I am too fragile for anything but the giving up. I am a tiny glass boat floating on a sea of ink. I don’t like writing unless it’s exactly what I want, when I want, about something that matters. How much did I ever write about nothing? What good did it ever do? What on earth was I trying to achieve, and did I achieve it? Could I ever have achieved it if I’d tried harder, or done better? I don’t even know. I just know that the words don’t arrive much now. They turn up but quickly take flight. And that leaves me feeling happier. 

Write when you want to. Write what you want. Write, or don’t. 

 
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Posted by on April 6, 2014 in Uncategorized