Weâve got a bigger problem nowâŠ( and further arcane babble and drivel from the font of The Red Nib)

We’ve got a bigger problem now?  to quote one Jello Biafra , or:
I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.
William Blake, London
A snippet or two from Bill Bloke’s poem - an 18th century social protest? The abandonment of the state by those most in need? A harbinger of times to come? Whither now Cool Britannia? Whither now New Jerusalem?
Tony, Gordon and the gang have long gone, the wind of social change that ruffled Britannia’s skirts has been replaced by a listless air, the situations vacant posts (not advertised in the pages of The Manchester Guardian) scripted in an Olde English text - have been filled by a different breed.“Ut. Ut, Ut!” cried the fyrdsmen of Olde England (not forgetting their Scots, Welsh and Ulster equivalents) - “begone dour Gordon, we’ve kicked you out of the Big Brudda House, we’ve had enough of your encroachment into our lives; begone - change is what we want, freedom from the surveillance society and Big Nanny and Peter Mandelson in every home and on every bookcase  (we know you meant well, you just didn’t explain yourselves and got into too many scrapes). Let us invite the Anciene RÄgime to reign again - they will have changed their ways since the last time they ruled o’er us - it was a long time ago; if our collective dementia serves us right they can’t have been that bad. After all, their symbol is the staunch English Oak, true Blue, stout yeomen one and all.  Erm, ain’t that right Dr Parnassus? … “
And so it came to pass that the self-appointed Nasty Party and their mercenary lap dogs The Lib-damned if they did and damned if they didn’t (Owd Nick, how uncomfortable you appear in your Emperor’s new suit?), came to squat as Mammon the Usurper upon wearied Britannia’s throne. Scions of a Norman past, the Bullingdon Boys, Eton Rifles all, and Thane Clegg, grinning bearer of an old Anglo Saxon surname, a veritable Grima Wurmtongue , his fealty as assured as that of the puppet kings of 9th century York, laid out their plans for the Harrying of the North and the Ravaging of the South. “Ah” said they, “thanks for the invite (you gullible) folks, but we have not come to preserve the status quo, to offer succour to the humble, the weak, and the poor. Know ye that reckless Gordon opened the coffers - our coffers, for a government of public service  - and it’s time we had our lucre back in our bank. We’ve come to claim it back. We’ve come to fix the broken society (don’t you remember, the Tory one that Blair broke?); public services? Pah! The NHS? Why within five years we’ll make the announcement that we can no longer afford free health care for all. Fie on ye - tremble if thou art a public sector worker or thou hast a non - job as advertised in the pages of the Manchester Guardian (again, we shall hear that ancient call - The Guardian delenda est! - and all who read her! ) Know ye that we have returned to make momentous decisions - how we deal with these things will affect our economy, our society - indeed our whole way of life. The decisions we make will affect every single person in our country. And the effects of those decisions will stay with us for years, perhaps decades to come…this Anglo Saxon and Celtic tenure, this pre-Conquest notion of a common land held by all shall be no more. Good old Norman feudalism (trampling on ye since ‘66), ownership by the few and the tugging of the forelock by the many shall be your due. Peasants, vassals all. ”
It is ever thus. A polar breeze stirs forlorn Britannia’s skirts. Her suitor has a different lover. But - this cold June Moon - is it the love affair that runs out of steam before it ever gets going? Let us pray in kirk, chapel, mosque, cirice, temple, or bay at the moon that it’s so! (Wherefore art thou Simon Hughes? A saviour? Foment, foment that rebellion in the backlands! - blood’s bound to be split!) Oh Nick, this is a feckless love - that fellow you’ve shacked up with and his awful family, you know deep down at the bottom of your Sheffield steel  heart that he’s the wrong man for you! Leave him before you regret it. It’s no Lovers Lane he’s leading you to - it’s Murder Alley! A dreadful killing, a fearful noise, and a cry to the heavens; a sign for one to be prudent. Close the shutters and batten down the hatches me hearties - it’s going to be a rough ride…Â
Fire or pyre…
“Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, when a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel…”
“And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those who led pissing theirselves laughing
(and the flames grew )
Their mad eyes bulged, their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger.
 In the funeral pyre
We’ll watch the flames grow higher…Â “
(Messrs Weller, Foxton, Buckler)
So folks, what are we saying? Life is about to get difficult ( but you knew that already) - or putting it another way, sequestered in the now mythical Red Knob Coal Bunker (sale forced upon sitting tenant), The Red Knob ( public sector supporters and musketeers all) is concerned about the affect the new administration is going to have on the public sector and public sector work - in terms of the fear and anxiety ( not to mention the cost of mental distress and ill health this will undoubtedly cause) the cuts and changes being enforced will generate amongst a workforce who have mostly given their all to train, study, work towards supporting others - and the subsequent impact on that work - whether it’s nursing and medical staff watching their wards or units torn in half and beds go - or delivered without employee choice into the hands of waiting âasset-stripping’ organisations, public health workers being potentially hived off to the employ of district councils ( do we hear cases of “I didn’t make an ethical decision to work for the NHS to be employed by a district council - or third sector employer? “No disrespect to those organisations btw), valued colleagues in Education supporting health work in schools on the guillotine or already despatched , youth workers under the cosh, the bureaucracy of the previous administration reviled and condemned; Police numbers clobbered, smaller charities left wondering where funding will come from as they seek to maintain work…and our armed forces coming home…to what?…and work with young men, oh pleeease - the list will grow. The public sector is fed up to the back teeth of âchange’ - of whatever hue administration considers it necessary to âtamper with it just one more time’ before previous changes get embedded. This new administration - with an ideological zeal worthy of their Norman ganger thug antecedents doesn’t appear to want a public sector at all - or at least a policy of slash and burn will leave it battered, gasping and reduced to a pale and bloodless imitation of its former self. Whither now the poor, the needy, and the desperate? Fend for yourself - or pay for it ( if you can on a Job Seekers Allowance) seems to be the coming new order of the day.
And sexual health work? Larger third sector organisations and charities involved in sexual health work (are you listening Messrs Brook and THT? We like you as brothers - and not paymasters…) may - or may not, be rubbing their hands with relish at the opportunities this offers ( as yet not a sound can be heard from those directions…but there may be other eyes considering the fiefdoms of sexual health?) yet their potential hostile incursion ( where previously sexual health worked in partnership and not âtakeover’) into territories currently occupied by statutory health and social care professionals may threaten those NHS and other professionals livelihoods ( guess what Mr Lansley. Some people are proud to work for the monolithic NHS! They made a choice - they don’t wish to work for anyone else), their sense of professional integrity as NHS professionals, not to mention their pensions and other rights. Despite the tabloid outcry about monied public sector managers, most public sector staff earn modest wages - what do you want Mr Lansley? To reduce them to penury and a return to the Workhouse? Sales in Dickens to rise? Gruel to make a comeback? They are trained to do a job - by removing those jobs you are de-skilling a tranche of the population - what else can they do? Build solar panels for a braver new world of green economies? The suppressing sneer of âwell, who else will they work for?’ belies a murderous intent - give the work to the third sector or international companies - whoever.   It’ll cost less and we’ll re-employ NHS and other statutory staff on lower wages. The loveable George Galloway was spotted on this week’s Question Time indicating these folk as potential benefactors of the coming new order - Tribal - never heard of ‘em…? Mr Galloway thinks we may hear more - who knows…The suggestion of an ideologically driven, stealthy dismantling of the NHS ( “that we cannot afford” comes the echo from the future) and increasingly privatised healthcare is one we’re sure to hear more of.
Both coalition parties responsible for this - including yours Thane Clegg( it didn’t have to be this way - there was an alternative roadmap; these are the real lives of real people you’re playing with folks - bean counters we are not) are the inheritors of Churchill. Yet these are not Churchillian broad sunlit uplands we move towards - this a tumble from the precipice backwards into a chasm dank, dark and dread - the potential collapse into social unrest and the territory of 1926 and all that. A banished spectre? Think back to the last time this lot entered power and what happened in the early 1980s .  Britains burning dial 999? Or given a few years possibly 118 118 and ask for whatever privatised security force/ new party army you can afford.
And whilst we’re at it - the Big Society? Much as we’d all like to think that this ideal can be realised, long-term cynicism dictates that it’s about as realistic a coat hanger as John âWisden’ Major’s Back to Basics campaign (getting down to Edwina’s never even got a mention… ) - an ideological fob, a duplicitous flim-flam by any other public schoolboy term cooked up on the playing fields and dormi-tories of Eton, Harrow, Charterhouse et al. Thuggery, buggery - a thousand years of wrong and woe, and still we’re all under the virtual âNorman yoke’. If there’s just one English Oak that is worthy of Sudden Oak Death  then it’s the one on that banner embedded Britannia’s chest. And as for that bunch of bankers…
Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.
George Orwell
Social change? Don’t let that other Georgie O and co rewrite history.
We’re The Red Knob. Rise - advance Britannia!
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