Friday, March 06, 2015

The Destruction Of Nimrud

The destruction of the artefacts of Nimrud by the soi-disant 'Islamic State' is not just a cultural tragedy. It's far worse than that.

When things get broken,  it's a shame. When things are vandalised,  it's a disgrace. When things are wantonly destroyed, it's an act of violence against history: an attempt not to rewrite history by changing the narrative but to obliterate it altogether and put precisely nothing in its place.

That is the aim of iconoclasm; to replace something with nothing. For nothingness to be more attractive than somethingness suggests a horrible inner emptiness. The hearts of iconoclasts are as blank as the walls they whitewash.


Back To Blogging

My apologies for having been away for a while. I'll be back blogging much more frequently in the future. Being created on a smartphone,  the text is less likely to be justified,  but from now on content's more important than appearance.

Where was I?


Thursday, March 05, 2015

A Short Thought On Pope Francis's Declaration That Not Visiting Elderly Parents Is A Mortal Sin

I cannot bless myself,  make The Sign Of The Cross,  while genuflecting.

The priest who trained me as an altar boy told me that to do so was a mortal sin. He was an otherwise nice bloke, but it was a Hell of a stupid thing to say to an eight year old in order to make your point.

It was brought to mind by hearing that Pope Francis has declared that failing to visit elderly parents is a mortal sin. OK, are victims of parental child abuse in a state of mortal sin because they refuse to visit their abusers?  People must enter Hell in eternity because they refuse to revisit Hell on Earth?

I am a great believer in the humanity of the elderly;  and as such, I also believe that the elderly are no different from anyone else in having to take responsibility for their actions. If you don't love your children when they're young,  it should come as no surprise to you if they don't visit you when you're old. But Jorge Mario Bergoglio's intervention into the theology of aging,  which strikes me as having come straight from the 'I'll open my mouth and see what comes out' school of theology, can actually be said to offer succour to child abusers.

If you're the type of authoritarian parent who weaponised God as a strategy to get your children to do what you want, who invoked the commandment 'Honour thy father and thy mother' as a means of controlling the gifts God gave you to love and nourish,  Bergoglio's words will be music to your ears. There will be people out in the world tonight who will be being made to suffer, whose abusive elderly parents will be citing his words 'mortal sin' at them and thereby abusing them all over again.

Well done, Holiness. More souls lost to the Church because you opened your mouth in front of a captive audience. Great headlines,  crap outcome. 


Sunday, February 01, 2015

The Way We Live Now

The human capacity for suffering is finite. When people are kicked again and again and again, those doing the kicking shouldn't be surprised when the kicked start to kick back. 

What's happened in Greece is the natural culmination of the austerity process that began six years ago. The politics of austerity are 2,000 years old; in 'The Annals Of Imperial Rome', Tacitus pulls out a marvellous quote from Tiberius in which that notoriously self-indulgent deviant stated that handouts to the poor should be kept to the bare minimum, if only because it wouldn't do them any good to be reliant on charity. Angela Merkel, the troika, whoever, are saying absolutely nothing new to the sovereign Greek people; and there is absolutely nothing new in the Greeks' response. The only thing that boths sides are doing is proving that they're equally human.

The end of history? The sky coming down? No, it's just human nature, keeping on making the same mistakes again and again. Prosperity would have returned even if everyone hadn't felt the need to kick the Greeks. That's what prosperity does. It moves, like fog. It goes away, then comes back. Some people who were prosperous before might not be prosperous again, and I for one think that the financial torture to which the Greeks have been subjected is in no small measure the consequence of the desire of some Europeans to stay prosperous at their neighbours' expense; but the price they demanded for their neighbours' discomfort was too high. They were too greedy and too harsh, and now it's over. Reckonings are going to be had, and not necessarily in the directions originally conceived.

The price of energy's going down as a result of American shale products flooding on to the markets. This has led to BP making 300 North Sea workers redundant. If ever you want a signal that things might be worse than they appear, it might be a major oil company laying off staff in a productive oil field. While it's kind of amusing for the student of history to see that the wheels keep turning regardless of how clever we think we are or how much we think we're in charge of what's going on, it is, of course, a personal tragedy for the workers who have lost their jobs. The North Sea is now in a 'Samnian ware' position. Two millenia ago, everyone ate off Samnian ware, and now nobody knows how to make it. When the Americans have fracked the continental 48 to nothingness and the country just goes 'phut' in the middle, we in the UK will not have the skills to get oil out of the North Sea anymore; and we will deserve everything that's coming to us. 

Nutters with Kalashnikovs, barbarian hit squads, are running round killing artists in one of the world's most beautiful cities, the capital of a great civilisation; an act which has led as politically neutral a figure as 'Oor Wullie' to declare 'Je Suis Charlie'. When the boy on the bucket speaks like that, we really all should be listening.

The theologians tell us that despair is a sin and that we have to hope. The Greeks are enjoying a hopeful moment, gleefully indulging in assorted heresies against the pseudoscience, the quasi-religion, called economics. Having thought for many years that economics is a pile of horse manure from start to finish, it is now gratifying to see that the country that gave the world the basics of its civilisation now thinks the same way too. Good on you, folks; give 'em hell.

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Sunday, November 09, 2014

World Government

The Scottish National Party's recent upsurge in membership is not a development which, in my view, should cause Unionists to lose much sleep. 

I might be wrong, of course, but it seems to me to be another expression of that devotion to a lost cause which led many Jacobites to follow Charles Edward Stuart in 1745, which led men to rally to the Stars and Bars as Sherman was marching through Georgia, and which caused Hitler's popularity to be at its highest as the Russians were moving on Germany. Some people are suckers for lost causes; and I will be surprised if one tenth of those who have joined the SNP in post-Referendum dudgeon will renew their memberships next year. 

The history of Scottish devolution since 1999 does, however, shed an interesting insight into how world government could grow by stealth. This might indeed be the most interesting thing about this phase in our history. 

I am not in the least suggesting that any Member of the Scottish Parliament is a 12 foot tall lizard in human form, although it is sometimes tempting to believe that that might explain why so many MSPs seem to struggle with English. 

In recent years, successive Scottish administrations have adopted policies, such as the banning of smoking in public interiors, the covering of cigarette displays and charges for plastic bags in shops, which have previously been implemented in the Republic of Ireland. While this betrays an extreme poverty of imagination upon the part of Scotland's legislators, what is interesting is precisely that they are the same policies. 

For what need would there be for a global government when all governments of the world are following the same policies? If every government in the world were to follow the same policies, you've got a global government whether you know it or not.


Saturday, October 04, 2014

Hong Kong

The thought occurs that the economic system used in mainland China is largely identical to that used in Hong Kong for decades. The parent adopted the ways of the child.

No matter what happens in Hong Kong, China's political establishment is going to be the loser; and that will be no bad thing;  and if it means the end of Cowperthwaite's disgusting and inhumane economic system, that would be no bad thing either. 


Friday, September 26, 2014

Islamic State Is A Barbarian War Band And Must Be Defeated

Today's vote in the House of Commons to authorise air strikes against Islamic State is most welcome. 

In my eyes, Islamic State is nothing but a barbarian war band of the type described by Arnold Toynbee in 'A Study Of History'; the type of force that appears on the edges of civilisations as they break down. That is all it is. Its association with a religion is accordingly irrelevant to its character. The tortuous nature of the mess along the Sykes-Picot line, arising from the mess that is Syria and the mess that we and the Americans have created in Iraq, has been an ideal breeding ground for such a group. The absolute failure of the United Nations to defend the sovereignty of Syria and Iraq against Islamic State is one of the most gaping failures in its history.

We should have seen it coming! One of the greatest historians who has ever lived spent fifty years creating a work that told us something like them would appear! But we don't know anything these days. As Tacitus wrote of the mindset of those now in charge of us, 'Actium was won before the younger men were  born'; not only do they nothing, they seem incapable of learning anything.

I hate the idea of air strikes; yet what is worse, air strikes on a barbarian war band, or allowing them to behave like a barbarian war band, including conducting crucifixions? Really? That's the horrible nature of the choice. In this instance, while all choices of this type are terrible, the choice is clear. Civilisation must confront and defeat barbarism, or else it dies; and if it does die, it's deserved it.


Saturday, September 20, 2014

The King Over The Puddle

So it's farewell to Alex Salmond, whose leadership of the SNP to defeat in Thursday's referendum has proved that Enoch Powell's maxim that all political careers end in failure allows for no exceptions.

For many years, my perception that the SNP was a personality cult of Mr. Salmond's enabled me to refer to him as 'The Tartanissimo',  a neologism of which I am very fond and which I will now have to retire. I am very keen on the process of national healing, and I was prepared to leave the topic of Mr. Salmond well alone until I read in today's 'Daily Mail' that newspapers which had opposed independence were excluded from his resignation press conference.

I don't know whether he was directly responsible for this, but the event took place in Bute House, which is public property, not the dressing room of a football club. Those who desire to govern must be inclusive, and that last churlishness is conclusive proof that the SNP are unfit to govern.

The Tartanissimo will soon become The King Over The Puddle. In my opinion, it is a good thing that his time at the top of Scottish public life is now almost at an end.


Friday, September 19, 2014


This has been the best day that British politics has enjoyed since the defeat of the Third Reich.

The Union has been preserved, by a clear margin and on a massive turnout.

No form of devolution available to Scotland can now be refused to the English and Welsh. The tendency of devolved government to social democracy may mean that regardless of any attempt made to ensure a Conservative presence, at a level below the national our politics will take a decisive turn to the left.

Which may mean that while he was perfectly magnanimous when he spoke in Downing Street this morning, David Cameron was, as he said, ushering in a new era; it's just that the era he's ushering in may, and I think will, be radically different from the era that began with the election of Margaret Thatcher in 1979. That time in our history ended this morning. It's over. Giving people powers to raise and spend money themselves will in all likelihood mean that they will be much more receptive to social democracy. People have had enough of austerity, of public services being made poor through being starved of funding, of the propagation of the idea that poor performance in the public services is the norm, and of the privatisation of services that can only be rationally and competently managed in public hands. They are tired of being told that they must always strive to be competitive when their hearts are aching and their feet are sore, and they are tired of constantly having to struggle in what's supposed to be one of the world's wealthiest nations. They will vote for redistribution. They have had enough, and the Tory ferals will be unable to stop them from voting themselves some relief from economic policies that belong more to the nineteenth century than the twenty-first. 

This morning has presented the British people with their greatest opportunity to achieve genuine social justice, a genuinely fairer society, since 1945. He might not agree, but the news that David Cameron was really proclaiming this morning was the death of the Conservative Party. And that may be no bad thing.


Saturday, September 13, 2014

My Last Word On Our Independence Referendum

Paranoia might be setting in, but it's my opinion that an independent Scotland would very quickly degenerate into as close to a police state as the Nationalists could make it.

But that's OK. That's what nationalists do,  and the well-informed man is ready for it.

In my view, Salmond doesn't have a clue about what to say to the people about their economy. Using the pound in the same way the Panamanians use the US dollar might be fine, but do you need capital controls, an effective defence against capital flight but unattractive to potential investors? No answer. Will we stay in the EU? They seem to say No,  no matter what Salmond says.

The Scottish people are enjoying their greatest degree of international political attention since 1745,  and some of us are just loving it. To those of my fellow Scots inclined to vote Yes, I have to say I think you would be making a grave and irrevocable error. If you feel exposed to the winds of the global economy now, in an independent Scotland it is very possible that your exposure might be a very great deal worse.

If you feel an atavistic attachment to the idea of being Scottish, I can't help you. All I can say to you is if you feel that way, you are the living proof of how liberal and tolerant the UK has been to its member nations over the course of its history. If you feel oppressed on account of your nationality, you should have tried being Yugoslavian.

But to my mind, there is one overarching reason not to break up the United Kingdom right now. It is that to do so would be, in my opinion, a gross weakening of international security. What could the world say to those who aspire to their own state, by any means they feel necessary and regardless of the consequences, if they knew the answer would be, 'But the British cannot keep their own country together!'

Vote Yes if you will, that is your right; but remember that more than beside your friends will be watching.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The Death Of Robin Williams

When I was a wee boy, my quadrilingial and hyperliterate much beloved late maiden great-aunt  used to tell me a story about Joey Grimaldi.

A man went to see a doctor, and told him he was very sad and didn't see any point going on with life. His doctor tried to cheer him up, saying 'Why don't you go and see Grimaldi?'. 

The man replied, 'Doctor, I am Grimaldi'. 

Nice cheery story, that one (thanks, Aunty: God love her, she meant well and I'll always love her to bits, but the shackles of any culture can be bloody hard to throw off, even should you ever feel like doing so), but it was kind of brought back to my mind today by the passing of Robin Williams. 

That funny, funny wee man - a man who from, say, 1988 to maybe 1993 might quite easily have claimed the title of most famous man alive, even when the opposition was Mikhail Gorbachev and Nelson Mandela (the sheer extent, the width, breadth and height of Williams's fame during those years doesn't really seem to have been touched upon by his official obituarists)  - has gone. The manner of his passing is most sad. It's so sad to be reminded that someone who made it his life work to make other people laugh, a task to which Williams set his back to the wheel like a Stakhanovite and in which he actually bloody succeeded, could not find happiness of his own in the end. Depression is not an indulgence, it is an illness, and it is grossly inhumane to suggest otherwise. 

God have mercy upon his family. Having witnessed the irresoluble, unanswerable grief suffered by the survivors of suicide at the closest of quarters, it's something you'd never wish on your worst enemy.

There are at least three major wars going on in the world right now. Why should the death of a clown matter in the midst of all this? It matters a great deal. All those human beings involved in the commission of all that collective hatefulness in all those places are just being flawed humans. Williams was different. Flawed he might have been (I would prefer to describe him as frail; it seems fairer, for he was ill), but he expressed himself by trying to make other people happy for a while - and that's a damn sight more than most people do for their fellows throughout the course of their whole lives.

It isn't often one finds oneself in agreement with the minions of Rupert Murdoch, yet, being utterly selfish and self-centered, it was, well, kind of odd to see that of all the movies featuring the late Robin Williams that they could have shown as a tribute on Sky 1 tonight, the one that they chose to show was  - 'Awakenings'.

Goodnight, Euphegenia. RIP.


Saturday, July 19, 2014

Some Thoughts On The Massacre Of Flight MH17

"When the Scyths came to Sparta on this errand Cleomenes was with them continually; and growing somewhat too familiar, learnt of them to drink his wine without water, a practice which is thought by the Spartans to have caused his madness. From this distance of time the Spartans, according to their own account, have been accustomed, when they want to drink purer wine than common, to give the order to fill 'Scythian fashion'."

Herodotus, 'Histories', Book Six. 

Alcoholism in Russia is clearly nothing new. 

Lake Voskhod, on Antarctica, is the largest body of absolutely pure water on the planet. Its preservation is deemed essential, as cosmologists think it is the nearest thing on Earth to the environment on Europa. A BBC science program broadcast some years ago reported the horror of NASA engineers on finding out that a group of Russian researchers had come with seconds of polluting the whole lake, having drilled to within six inches of the surface using a bit oiled with kerosene. 

The story may be apocryphal, but in the novel 'The Hunt For Red October' the late Tom Clancy recorded how a Kazakh cook on a Russian nuclear submarine attempted to clean his pots with the steam from the reactor's outpipe. He was vaporised instantly.

Those boozy thugs in balaclavas (a good Ukrainian word!) wandering through the wreckage of Flight MH17 may be willing to die for field, flag and fatherland, but whoever is responsible for massacring its passengers and crew made sure that three hundred other people with no real investment in their dispute can now be counted among their squabble's victims. Even before this, I found the conflict in Ukraine to be squalid and disgusting. It is heartbreaking that even in the year 2014 there are Europeans who cannot settle their cultural differences without resorting to guns and airstrikes. They kill each others' children with airstrikes; and now they have killed eighty children who might never even have heard of Ukraine. So many children. 

Whoever is responsible, I do sincerely hope that this event causes these people to take a very good, very long and very hard look at why they are fighting each other. I hope that this is found to be the consequence of some drunken incompetent using a weapon which, in any situation requiring an iota of sanity, they would never be allowed near. In the context of the culture which prevails in that part of the world, such an event would be understandable; disgraceful, for sure, but understandable. If it is anything else - if that plane was fired at deliberately, for whatever reason - whichever juiced-up berserkers are responsible should be on the first flight to The Hague, by mutual consent of Moscow and Kiev. The Dutch are a civilised people, and I'm sure that the Netherlands prison authorities would not afford their new guests the welcome they might deserve.

No liability should attach to Malaysia Airlines for this incident. Its pilot was flying its plane at what they had every reason to consider was a safe height, over what they had every good reason to consider was safe airspace. In such circumstances, the possibility of being hit by a surface to air missile must have seemed as remote as being hit by a meteorite. There is nothing that either the captain of Flight MH17 or his employers could have done to prevent this crime. They are all innocents. May Malaysia Airlines fly forever. 

Crimes have victims, and we should look forward to the perpetrators of this one, a crime of epic magnitude, being prosecuted forthwith. It is one of the very great tragedies of our time that we cannot consider the shooting down of a civilian aircraft and the three hundred consequent murders to be the crime of the century. Yet the perpetrators should be prosecuted, for if anything this is a greater attack upon our way of life, in terms of how we all actually live, than the horrible madness of that autumn morning thirteen years ago (God, it still seems like yesterday). The perpetrators of that crime were 'striking a blow', or some crap like that. The perpetrators of this crime weren't out for gain, or looking to make a point. Instead, their heads were full of the banality of nation-worship, making them reckless to a degree likely to be beyond the comprehension of psychiatry.

The sheer range of people from all backgrounds who have been murdered - members of the Toon Army going to see Newcastle United play in New Zealand; a florist (how Dutch!); a retired headmaster (bit close to home, that one); one of the world's greatest experts on the spread of HIV - remind one of how universal the ability to travel now is. Indeed, travelling isn't something we should consider ourselves as being able to do anymore, it's something one we should be considered as having the right to do, if we have the means. Both the nature of his work, and the degree of distinction he achieved within his field - evident from the regard with which he seems to have been held by fellow HIV researchers - has meant that the murder of Joep Lange has attracted more comment than most (I'm sure that the Internet's crackpot evangelical right will have had a field day celebrating the murder of someone who's alleviated the suffering of AIDS victims, but that's one sewer I have no inclination to trawl). 

Yet his murder shines the light of a perfect irony on the massacre of Flight MH17. His murderers may have murdered him thinking that he was an enemy of their village/tribe/oblast/volk*(*delete as applicable), but Joep Lange spent his working life fighting a virus, an organism with no respect for borders and nationhood; an enemy of all mankind - even of his murderers, the hateful, drunken, bloody-minded, bloody-handed, bloody fools.

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Sunday, June 22, 2014

On The Death Of Gerry Conlon

The word 'iconic' is nauseatingly overused, and badly ill-used, these days; but if one single visual image which has entered the public consciousness as a consequence of the workings of the law of England and Wales within recent memory deserves to be regarded as being iconic in the the truest sense of the word, it is the image of Gerry Conlon walking out of the Court of Appeal through the front door. 

No image shows more clearly how the system can go wrong. 

No image shows more clearly how the system can go right.

The name of Gerry Conlon is a standing and immortal rebuke to all those who advocate the virtues of capital punishment. If the pea-brained hangers and floggers had their way, an innocent man would have hanged.

'In The Name Of The Father', indeed; by the grace of God, may the son now have joined his father in the reward of eternal peace they both so, so richly deserve. Eternal rest grant unto your children Guiseppe and Gerard, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon them; may they rest in peace; and may the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.


Saturday, June 21, 2014

On The Award Of A Knighthood To Professor Tom Devine

A bit behind events, I know, but I'm taking things at my own pace these days. 

I may have said this before - I know I am becoming repetitive - but in my view Tom Devine should be considered Scotland's most distinguished living man of letters.

If ever a knighthood awarded to an historian has been earned - in terms of hours spent in the library, in terms of productivity of output, in terms of consistency of output, in terms of incisiveness of insight and in terms of quality of prose - it's this one. My congratulations to Sir Thomas and Lady Devine. 


Thursday, June 12, 2014

The Cybernats' Attack On JK Rowling

If Oscar Wilde was correct to describe foxhunting as 'the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible', then the so-called 'cybernats' can best be described as the unspeakable in pursuit of the unthinkable. 

Yet this time the laptop lairds and keyboard kilties have excelled themselves. They have trolled JK Rowling - a unionist with more and better lawyers than they have.

Way to go, guys! That was really smart! Now, straight off to Azkaban with you!

God, the dreariness of this whole referendum crap thing is overwhelming.

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Monday, May 26, 2014

The Fire At Glasgow School Of Art

To us, this is what a fire at the Louvre might be to Parisians. It's that bad. We don't have much of a visual arts heritage in Scotland; we think we do, but we don't really, as the loss of patronage occasioned by the removal of James VI and I to London in 1603 upon the Union of Crowns retarded the production of visual art here for at least two full centuries (one of the great unanswered questions of Scottish history is whether the same retardation of visual art was a factor that led to our subsequent emphasis on technical education, at which we certainly did excel, but that's another story). The Mackintosh Building is very possibly the single most important piece of visual art ever produced in Scotland, made so that art could be made within art, and the thought of it being damaged is just so saddening. Your heart can't help but go out to students who've lost work.

We are all proud of that building, one of the most important and least contentious pieces of our common Scottish heritage; our own wee crown jewel. May it rise again, and, yes, flourish.

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Saturday, May 17, 2014

The Boko Haram Kidnappings

I can recall seeing fewer sadder sights than the image of those wee lassies being paraded by their kidnappers.

My heart goes out to them and to their parents. You can glue together any number of adjectives to describe it; hateful, barbaric, medieval, whatever. The bottom line is that it's just so sad.


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Is The Referendum Over Yet?

I'm bored with it all now.


On Mountaineering - 'Into The Silence'

This is a truly marvellous book of incredible range and scope. Davis has a wonderful turn of phrase, and his description of the British Army of the era in question as being 'militantly anti-intellectual' is just about the last word that really should be said about that particular civilisational dead end. Since having read that one of the reasons why the bridges of British naval vessels were less well-fortified than those of their German counterparts was that a British naval officer was expected to have more pluck than his Teutonic opponent, I have regarded the cult of pluck as being a death cult as beastly as any human sacrifice cult in pre-Christian Central America; and the comment of Arthur Hinks, long time London frontman of the Everest Committee, that 'only rotters use oxygen' did little to dispel that view.

Yet what was really striking about the book was that absolutely none of the Englishmen who went to climb Everest in 1921, 1922 and 1924 seemed to possess the slightest degree of humility in the face of nature. The Tibetans did - that's why they didn't climb the mountains. It really got me wondering about what motivates people like that to do that sort of thing, and the only cogent reason I could come up with as that at bottom they are as empty as the spaces they try to conquer. If you have a hole in the middle of yourself, nothing can fill it - not the sound of your own voice, not drink, not even the tallest mountain in the world. This is a question of very great importance in the here and now, because in 2014 we have become a full twelve-sevenths more efficient at enabling the deaths of Sherpas on Mount Everest than we were in 1922. The journey to the top of Chomolungma does not therefore seem to be taking us very far if enabling greater numbers of Sherpas to die is the only metric by which we seem to measure progress. The mountain isn't going to get any bigger, and lots of people have been up there already, with far too many not coming down again afterwards. Why, therefore, do we persist in putting ourselves and, more importantly, the Sherpas through this? 

I think it's because we don't really want to conquer it - it's because we want to consume it; and all too often, it consumes us instead. A giant lump of rock that stands over 28,000 feet tall cannot be consumed, it is too much for anyone to swallow; and maybe it's time we stopped trying.


On People Who Moan About How Bad Their Well-Paid Jobs Are

If they so wish, they can always apply for posts as street sweepers instead.


Wednesday, April 09, 2014

A Short Thought On The Death And Career - The Two Having Been Inextricably Intertwined - Of Margo MacDonald

De Mortua Nil Nisi Bonum, I suppose, the deceased having done a Tony Nicklinson and presumably died in her sleep (if one should ever go out of one's way to try and look for proof of the existence of God, then totting up the number of right-to-death campaigners who, like MacDonald, like Nicklinson, like Ludovic Kennedy, die in their own beds might be a good place to start; never let it be said that God does not possess a sense of humour). 

What we can do is analyse her achievements. She was an MP for 112 days, forty-one years ago. Wow. She was an independent MSP, meaning that she represented a constituency of one. Nice work, if you can get it. The only significant impression I gained from those tributes to her which I saw is that the upper reaches of Scottish public life seem to be claustrophobically small in scope, with everyone knowing everyone else and all of them apparently suspicious of outsiders; a village, in every sense of the word. No matter what else she achieved, what she really was was a consummate insider, as all the best 'independents' always are.

However, speaking subjectively as someone whose hands now tremor not only in different directions but also at different speeds, her most lasting achievement might have been to lodge the idea that Parkinson's Disease is a death sentence into the Scottish public consciousness, in my view undoing the great deal of good work done by the health authorities to normalise the Parkinson's experience with what can only be described as ruthless selfishness.

And during the last years of her life, she might have done irreparable harm to the cause of life rights in Scotland - other people's life rights, mind you, not, as it turned out, her own; and that is one helluva legacy for anyone to leave behind them.

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A Short Thought On The Power Of The Google Algorithm

(Dedicated to the memories of Peaches Geldof, Freddy McConnel, Michael Suchar and Burton Wragg; the bravest, most selfless headmaster of a primary school who ever drew breath).

Given the nature of the terribly sad event which was the lead item on yesterday's news, it came as no surprise that this was my most viewed item today. 

God rest her soul. 


Tuesday, March 04, 2014


I'm sorry if I've written this before - I am becoming more repetitive - but one of the most illuminating aspects of reading Orlando Figes's 'Crimea: The Last Crusade' was seeing what Russian diplomats had to say about their country's security at the time of that terrible and wholly unnecessary war.

They complained about British complaints about them trying to strengthen their position on the Black Sea when the British were ensconced on their southern flank in India (if memory serves they were also being pestered by one of the nuttier, more bloodthirsty Transcaucasian warlords at that time, so they weren't naturally in the best of moods). 

What was fascinating - what made the hair on the back of my neck stand up - was comparing what they said in their despatches and communiques in 1854 with what they said at the UN Security Council in 1962, at the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis. One hundred and eight years later, they were saying precisely the same things, the only difference being that in the nuclear age they were complaining that the USA was preventing them from installing defences in Cuba while itself installing missiles directly to the south of them in Turkey. 

(Two points - firstly, I may be mistaken, but I don't think Professor Figes undertook this exercise in his own book. Secondly, like just about every other right-thinking person I am very grateful that Soviet missiles were removed from Cuba).

To  my mind, the very sinister events which have taken place in Ukraine are cause for the greatest concern. A democratically elected government has been overthrown, and London or Washington are mute in the face of the putsch, indeed endorse it by the laying of flowers; the banal and sentimental act of those with no cogent response to events. This has happened while the local regional power has been otherwise engaged - would this have happened had the Winter Olympics not been taking place in Sochi? I very much doubt it. The timing of these events are the biggest two fingers that anti-Russian elements in Ukraine could have elevated to The Kremlin. This is not a pro-Ukrainian event. It is an anti-Russian event, deeply unpleasant Russophobia currently being sanctified by the words, actions, money and floristry of the British and American governments.

The people who are fronting it seem to include ultranationalists, among whom are some very unsavoury characters whose only distinguishing features are their penchant for carrying weapons and their need to wear distinguishing clothing and regalia - two of the hallmarks of classical fascism, wherever it is found -  and criminals. One of the most disturbing aspects of the reporting we receive from that part of the world is that anyone who opposes Russia within its sphere of influence and who ends up in jail is somehow automatically and unthinkingly elevated to the status of martyr. I don't know why the political loser Yulia Tymoshenko was in jail - for all we know she could have been in there because she's a crook. Is it still OK to say that in this country these days? 

Russian military activity in Crimea seems to be directed solely towards the protection of ethnic Russians who actively want them there (shades of Northern Ireland, at least in 1969). This is not a popular revolution, not by any manner of means. Could it the case that the Russian military presence on the peninsula is actually necessary, in order to protect ethnic Russians? It doesn't seem to be the ethnic Russians who are wearing the SS armbands. Just saying. 

And of course, we have William Hague and Barack Obama and Uncle Tom Cobley and all all talking cobblers at the Russians about the need for them to show restraint, when they seem to have shown and seem to be showing nothing but restraint. The Russians are not the ones who overthrew the government of Ukraine - Ukrainian putschists did that. What has happened in Ukraine has been an assault on democracy everywhere. An unintended consequence of failing to address that might be that public opinion in a country whose recent experiences of dealing with democracies include swapping tyranny for penury starts to lose interest in democracy. 

And that would be a tragedy not just for Russia, but for the world.

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On The Foreign-ness Of An Independent Scotland

"The Scottish first minister is to say that Scotland and England will not be "foreign" to each other even if the political union between the two ends."

This will be an impossible feat to manage, given that for a Glaswegian like me every part of Scotland other than Glasgow already feels foreign (no jokes about lager, sorry laager mentality, please). If he doesn't want to be a foreigner when he goes to England, why is he putting the rest of us through all of this? 

Should he win, God forbid, the first thing he and his disciples will do is redefine acceptable Scottishness according to their own tastes and prejudices, a process they will enjoy with all the ruthless, iconoclastic relish of a De Valera; but does he think he will also be able to redefine 'foreign-ness?' How does he think an English person returning to visit Scotland after separation will feel as they enter a country which has become so fundamentally different to the one they used to know? In which, by the mere fact of their own circumstances, they are now a foreigner? How is he going to do this? 

It's not going to be as a consequence of us all using the same money, that's for sure. That curling stone has unceremoniously stopped before the mark, and no amount of frantic brushing of the ice, nor panicked shouting, is going to make it budge any further. It's not going to be as a result of us all still being in the European Union. That hole's been bogeyed. The degree of foreign-ness that visitors to Scotland will feel after independence will be incredible - one sign of which might just be the presence of very much more aggressive police officers on the streets.

The Tartanissimo's knowledge of famous authors named Hartley might not stretch beyond J. R. to L.P., but the latter wrote 'The past is a foreign country - they do things differently there'. Maybe The Tartanissimo, perhaps animated by the arrogance that possessing an excessive love of nation over nationals tends to breed, thinks that not only is the past a foreign country, but that the present is as well - he is, after all, First Minister in 'The Scottish Government' (come on now, don't laugh - at least, not all at once). He already thinks he's the head of a 'government', even if it's only a small, mean, soi-disant, ersatz one. He's got no chance of combatting a sensation of foreign-ness after independence. He's already got the biggest dose of it going.

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'The First Four Georges'

Although J. H. Plumb did possess the rather stupid habit of describing people who were obviously quite able as being stupid, a habit which does detract from his book a little if only because it might provide an unattractive insight into his own mindset at the time he was writing it, 'The First Four Georges' is nonetheless an enjoyable, if rather brief, tour through the highest reaches of English society from 1713 until 1830. 

However, I didn't really feel I learned very much from it; not the best thing you can say about a work of history. 

Not necessarily a recommend, but certainly a pleasant way of passing the time.


'The Great Siege'

This fascinating book, incredibly well-written by a fascinating man, is one of the most gripping I can recall ever picking up. 

The Great Siege of Malta in 1565 is one of the most important events on the history of the world; and one could hope for no better guide to it than this book. I am no big fan of military history - too much bloody blood, give me a nice, clean, safe monastery, library or throne-room any day - but Ernle Bradford possessed the unique skill of making the reader feel as if they were actually in the middle of the events he was describing; and Malta in the summer of 1565 was by no means a pleasant place to be. This enables the reader to feel grateful that it is only by the Grace of God that they were not.

For sure, you have to wade through a wee bit of Anglocentric propaganda - it is gratifying to know that Good Queen Bess, God bless her, was worried about the consequences of an Ottoman victory; pity she later seemed happy to treat with them in order to cause trouble for the Spanish - but the author was a man of his own time and culture, and cannot be blamed for having picked up some of their barnacling conceits. Bradford is one of those authors whose works should be much more widely-known than they are. On the basis of this book, I don't feel it's going too far to suggest that he should be on every literate person's reading list. 

Must read.


Saturday, February 22, 2014

'The Little Hero'

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

The Children and Young People (Scotland) Bill

Monitoring and checking and nosey-parkering into loving families...the SNP really are a bunch of natural born narks, snipes and clipes...disgustingly prurient people...

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The Day I Channelled Tony Blair

"The more one touches the pitch that is the phone-hacking scandal, in all its tawdriness, the case for a judicial enquiry, best headed by a Law Lord, into the conduct of News International, with comprehensive powers to compel the attendance of witness, hear evidence on oath and demand documents at leisure becomes compelling. And it cannot be the whitewash the Hutton enquiry (sic) was perceived to be, Lord Hutton having been hamstrung by the parameters within which he had to work; parameters which gave him no option but to find the BBC guilty as libelled"

"Only got ten minutes before I see Charlie for confiscation!

But I had an hour on the phone to Tony Blair.

He said: 

1. Form an independent unit that has a outside junior council, ken macdonald, a great and good type, a serious forensic criminal barrister, internal counsel, proper fact checkers etc in it. Get them to investigate me and others and publish a hutton (sic) style report."

History will deem the greatest victim of the Hutton Inquiry to have been Lord Hutton himself.

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Sunday, February 16, 2014

Comparing The Pursuit Of Womens' Rights In Scotland And Iran - 'Iran Awakening'

When I was a young solicitor in the vicinity of Glasgow Sheriff Court in the early '90's, there were a group of female procurator-fiscals working in that court who, contrary to custom, never rose to their feet when the sheriff came on to the bench.

The first time I saw it, I thought it was rude - everyone stands up, don't they? I once attended a seminar at which a sheriff not known for public gentleness noted very gently that such behaviour was extremely discourteous, and I remember The Big Lad, God rest his soul (and how odd writing that feels) and I having had a laugh about it as well.

Whatever motivated them to behave in that way, whatever point they were trying to make, it now just seems to have been insolent and shrewish. They had full equality in the system they worked in and in the processes in which they were involved, yet for some reason they chose to separate themselves from custom and do their own thing. The ladies in question could do far worse than read 'Iran Awakening', the memoirs of Shirin Ebadi

I will not recite that lady's achievements. Let me merely say that until I picked up 'Iran Awakening', it had been a very long time since I had read a book from cover to cover in one go, but yesterday I did it with that one. As well as recording the events of a life of great distinction, she makes two points worthy of the finest essayist. 

The first arose from having been hectored by an illiterate 18 year old female guardian of morality. The experience made her realise that that girl was in every sense the complete creature of the Islamic Revolution - that if that had not happened, that girl would have still been at home washing the herbs for dinner. Perversely, the Revolution enabled young women like that to get out of the home and into education; and that fact alone might harbour some hope for the development of liberalism, as such young women will eventually insist upon making their own choices. 

The second is Ebadi's extremely humane view of those who crack under torture and name names. She makes the very powerful case, a true lawyer's case, that criticising those who crack does nothing but facilitate the torture of others; that it is not merely inhumane but unethical to criticise those who have not responded as we think they should when they are the ones who have been subjected to unethical tretament. I read that and thought, 'Yes, that's right'. 

The status of women in Iran is obviously far less advanced than in Scotland; yet it interesting to note that while Iran fails to provide women with legal protections, the soi-disant, ersatz, 'Scottish Government' is seeking to abolish the requirement that criminal evidence be corroborated, a requirement that protects all citizens from persecution by the state, and is citing the advance of womens' rights as justification for doing so.

There is something wrong with that picture; for if any state seeks to remove a protection against persecution from all citizens in pursuit of what they say is the rights of one demographic, all citizens will eventually suffer.

Must read. 

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John Swinney Sinks Any Chance Of A Separate Scotland Joining The European Union

If he thinks that describing the president of the European Commission's views on a separate Scotland's ability to join the EU as 'pretty preposterous' is going to win Scotch nationalism any friends in the Eurocracy, he might have another thing coming. 

To debunk Swinney's argument that Scotland will glide into the EU as it has been a member of both it and its predecessor institutions since 1973, it hasn't. The United Kingdom has. Although the Treaties of Union preserved Scotland's legal system, they reserved the conduct of foreign affairs to the Union. The BBC quotes Swinney as saying, 

"The Spanish Foreign Minister said if there is an agreed process within the United Kingdom by which Scotland becomes an independent country then Spain has nothing to say about the whole issue. 

"That indicates to me quite clearly that the Spanish government will have no stance to take on the question of Scottish membership of the European Union."

To my eyes, that merely means that the Spanish would have nothing to say about the outcome of a referendum on the future of Scotland within the United Kingdom - a totally different matter from whether or not they would have anything to say about a separate Scotland being able to walk into the European Union. 

(And any SNP hack who cites the Catalans in support of their cause should be aware that the Spanish constitution states that the territory of Spain is complete and inviolate, and appoints Spain's armed forces as the guardians of its integrity; see John Hooper, 'The New Spaniards'. Catalonia is never going to secede from Spain because, by law, it can't; the only thing that's remarkable about Catalonia's nationalists is that they're even more egregious than Scotland's). 

Game, set and match to Barroso. 

What is on display from Swinney here is less of a bunker mentality than a bothan mentality. No matter how elevated their position, anyone who disagrees with the SNP is apparently wrong. Jose Manuel Barroso is wrong about Scotland's ability to join the EU. The Treasury is wrong about Scotland's continuing ability to use sterling. The Lord Justice General and apparently the Scottish legal professions in their entirety are wrong about the need to preserve corroboration. In all of these fields, Alex Salmond and the SNP are right and everyone else is wrong. 

This displays a degree of self-confidence which can only be described as utterly terrifying.

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Saturday, February 15, 2014

Cardinal-Designate Nichols On Welfare Reform

While His Grace is absolutely correct, it would be very nice to see someone making the case that the coalitions's wilful diminishment of the UK's welfare system is nothing more or less than the same crude Benthamism that gave us the Poor Law Amendment Act of 1834.

As time passes I find myself becoming repetitive, so I'm sorry if I've written this before, but what I found to be one of the most striking aspects of Richard Crossman's diaries was the perception he gained on his first day in charge of the DHSS, on its own first day, that its staff were of the view that it should be difficult for people to claim benefits, and that they would accordingly make it difficult for them to do so. Crossman, a very difficult man, was genuinely angered by the injustice of this, and he was perfectly right to be. The same crude Benthamism which was at work in 1834 grasped the flower power of 1969 by the stem and viciously pruned it; and the same crude Benthamism is at work now, demanding that the poor, the sick and the weak shoulder the burden of public expenses they have had the least degree of responsibility for incurring.

Again, at the risk of being repetitive, it seems clear to me that for the past two centuries the United Kingdom has pursued only one economic policy - that of scrupulous fairness to the needs and concerns of the rich, at all times and under all circumstances. While various ideologies have come and gone, that policy has been the sole constant. In that light, it is quite clearly wrong to say that a 'welfare state' was instituted after the Second World War; what came into being was instead an anti-welfare state, for while more people became legally entitled to more benefits, as Crossman discovered the state remained as mean with public funds as it had ever been. The only difference between 1834 and 1969 was that the beadles now wore bowler hats.

Every expansion of the so-called 'welfare state' since that time has been a reaction to the failure of every attempt by any governing party to pursue an alternative ideology while remaining scrupulously fair to the needs and concerns of the rich. Thus it was that upon the introduction of Incapacity Benefit, tens of thousands of people who had previously been hale and hearty were suddenly deemed to have become incapacitated. Many were not incapacitated, but at least they were not then claiming unemployment benefit. When people do that, you have to go through the motions of trying to create jobs for them, and all that costs money.

It now seems certain that, barring a miracle, this official posture will never change; and so in 2014 we have disabled people being evicted from tenancies which have been adapted for their needs while avoiding tax seems to be perfectly acceptable.

Nichols has his work cut out.

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Friday, February 14, 2014

And Even As Scottish Nationalism Implodes In Front Of The World, The SNP Proclaims Its Desire To Continue Oppressing Scots

This is like the Nazi street tribunals that were passing death sentences when the 101st Airborne were in the next street.

You have to hand it to MacAskill - the determination he has exhibited in his pursuit of corroboration's abolition is a marvel to behold. He was, of course, addressing a sympathetic audience, if not one whose first concern is likely to be the civil liberties of suspects - or perhaps of some suspects, anyway. 

Yet for him to have made this speech while his party, his cause, his ideology is in the greatest degree of public trouble it has ever faced, when it cannot provide answers that the world needs to know, never mind the answers needed at his own very shallow end of the political pool, is deeply unsettling. Like all authoritarians, he cannot ever switch his authoritarianism off. 

If anyone wants to know what any future independent Scotland would really be like, MacAskill has just provided it. It would be one in which the Scottish state would not consider Scots in Scotland to be citizens, but suspects.


Stating The Obvious Is Not Bullying

Having at last broken cover on the currency issue, The Tartanissimo could at least have done better than put on the broken record of anti-Westminster rhetoric.

If he thinks that the Treasury has not factored the cost to business of separate currencies into its advice, he's dumber than he seems. His comments today are bloviation borne of desperation. That Unionists should state the obvious about the currency issue is not 'bullying'. It's only bullying if you're accustomed to everyone around you agreeing with you and to getting your own way. Maybe he's been fortunate enough to live his life in that manner before, but he's playing with the big boys now. His comments about 'the days of Westminster politicians dictating to Scotland are over' are embarrassing, and stem from the same arrogant, dilettanteish approach to his status that led him to declare his minority Scottish Executive to be 'The Scottish Government'. No referendum has yet been held, but he talks like a head of state, even though he's a man in deep political trouble, one whose words will now be listened to with very great interest by the world's money markets. 

I hope he understands that this is not a state of affairs that he will be able to get out of in the classic Scotch nationalist manner - with a wee dram and a folk song.

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Thursday, February 13, 2014

The Sentences That Should Send Scottish Civic Nationalism And The Scottish National Party Into Oblivion

You know, I could almost feel sorry for Nicola Sturgeon. Almost. 

Reports that she has said that any failure by a rump British government to allow a separate Scotland to use sterling would result in a separate Scotland refusing to take its share of British national debt have detonated, obliterated, annihilated any chance that a separate Scotland, using another currency, would ever have had of borrowing money in international markets at any rates other than penal. She has reduced the status of any Scottish currency to junk before it's even been minted.

Before yesterday, there might have been a few bond-trading Bravehearts over on Wall Street, willing to take a punt on the old country. Not today. Scotland's Deputy First Minister spoke to them in their language, the language of money, and said out loud that an independent Scotland would be willing to default on its debts for political reasons. Woof. Not the right thing to say to these people. Not very statesmanlike at all. 

Does she seriously think that Goldman Sachs, or Morgan Stanley, or whoever, are going to be willing to throw money at people who say they might decide not to pay it back if it doesn't suit them? No matter how you dress it up, that's what she said. There is no getting away from it. She said it, it's out there, it's the misfire heard around the world, and it's going to come around again, because those who, as F. Scott Fitzgerald described them, are not like the rest of us have very long memories when it comes to such things. You can mess with governments to your heart's content - the one truly reliable fact about them is that there's always some damnfool out there who wants to lead one. But the one thing you don't do is mess with money. 

Did she have some kind of flashback to 1984, with Scotland in the role of small potential domino to be saved from the Communists by throwing cash at it from all directions? Someone please tell her that history's moved on. The dominoes didn't fall, they just got packed away in their box and the Chinese Communists are now the biggest capitalists on the block. What she said might have made some sense in 1984, but not now. It stopped making sense in Berlin one night in 1989, when we were both at university. It seems that lacking a sense of history makes some folks think that time's stood still.

This is bad for the SNP, very bad indeed. Before yesterday, what happens here didn't really matter to anyone outside Scotland. Today, it all matters enormously to a lot of very wealthy people, and the SNP only have their own Deputy First Minister to thank for it. 

I'll rephrase what I said at the top of this blog. No matter how unattractive Nicola Sturgeon's public persona often is, and it is deeply unattractive sometimes, she's far too aggressive, I do feel sorry for her. She has been badly let down by Alex Salmond over the past two days. He is an economist, she is not, she's a solicitor. This is just his bag, he needs to be out there front and centre, but seems instead to have left her swinging in the wind. There might be some very good reason why he isn't the SNP's public face on this issue, but his absence creates the impression that he is hiding from it; and that isn't just bad public relations, it's very bad for the country. What would be truly horrifying would be Sturgeon being happy at being treated this way.

I've been describing Salmond as 'The Tartanissimo' for years, although I think for longer than I've describing the SNP as his personality cult. This is the second time in six months that Salmond has been posted missing when a public word from him might have been expected - when Melissa Reid was arrested in Peru last August, he was nowhere to be seen. A not unreasonable observer might conclude that a pattern of The Tartanissimo becoming uncharacteristically quiet when something difficult turns up seems to be developing, and they might be right. If true, it indicates the presence of calculation beyond ruthlessness, for this time he has left his apparently very loyal deputy to take what by rights, what his job title might suggest, is his heat.  

(If nothing else, his act of omission has given David Cameron the perfect answer to his challenge to a debate  -why should he debate with someone who won't speak in public on an issue of such importance as the currency that the country he wants to lead should use?). 

Yet it worries me that Sturgeon and the other SNP high-rankers might actually be happy with this treatment - if only because Scottish history might be full of precedents for it; indeed, be so Scottish as to be beyond the comprehension of any other nation. In his book 'Wild Scots', Michael  Fry compared what he described as the 'hopeless fidelity' of the Tartan Army to that of Highland clansmen for their chieftains. Could the SNP's entire political machine be built on the same principle, that of its members' 'hopeless fidelity' to Alex Salmond? That he's not a leader, but a chieftain?

I don't know - but I'm beginning to wonder.

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