This is A Burdz Eye View’s 500th post.
Even I’m surprised that I’ve managed to find 500 things to witter on about, though I’m conscious of repeated witterings on some issues, that seem to be aye with us.
I’m also aware that I change my mind – frequently. What I said about a particular topic last year might differ from the opinion proffered now. That’s because sometimes, things change, not least my own mood and views. On some things I’m pretty consistent, but the luxury of having lots of opinions is the ability to change some of them from time to time. The fact that I’m a woman helps too.
The number of people who read the blog astonishes me. Views per month regularly surpass 5000, and 138 folk receive every blogpost into their Inboxes, with hundreds more accessing it through RSS feeds and the like. Most readers are from the UK, but I’m tickled that there are folk all around the world – many expats it seems – who drop by from time to time. The regulars, readers and commenters alike, are appreciated hugely, especially when debates get going – constructive and respectful ones – on the comment thread. I thank each and every one of you who gives up their time to read what I write. It is humbling indeed.
So, this should be a zinging post then, to mark such an auspicious occasion. But rather, it finds me in reflective mode: milestones tend to have that effect.
I am not by nature one of life’s shiny, happy people. I am the sort who worries away into the wee small hours over trivial and existential issues by turn. What will happen in the Eurozone gets slotted away beside what we’re going to have for tea. And I’m overly fond of seeing the glass as half-empty, partly because I always think that more can be achieved, if only we’d stop settling for half measures. Yes, there’s a need for pragmatism – it’s been a long time since I sustained myself on ideals alone – but things can always be better surely. What I’m conscious of is that this desire often translates on the page as nit-picking and doom-mongering.
Frankly, we’ve got a lot to be pessimistic about. The sense of unease and uncertainty emanating from the Greeks as they go to the polls again today is palpable and should remind us that whatever we’ve not got here, at least we aren’t being forced to vote for our country’s downfall. Choose anti-austerity and they will be bombed out of the Euro, left to fend economically and socially for themselves; stick with austerity and the extreme levels of poverty now commonplace will only get worse. Of course, this election could prove a global tipping point, as doom-mongering headline writers have reminded us. We’ve been here so many times before that it’s hard to take this seriously, but we’re not in a great place.
And we are still largely adrift politically, with no clear consensus and plan to get us out of this mess. There are promising signs with the new French President in particular, promoting ideas like Euro bonds, and we may yet get a European wide financial transaction tax, despite the frothing of the Tory half of the UK government. But here in the UK, we seem to think we can continue to hold back the tide, conveniently ignoring the fact that a huge chunk of our GDP and economic well-being depends on having European partners to trade with. The Chancellor’s Mansion House speech was yet another in the revisionist style, blaming the Eurozone crisis for all our ills and thinking that the solution lies in throwing money – more of our money – at the banks, exhorting them to lend it on to businesses and individuals. Just what we all need – more debt.
I often doubt that we’re really feeling the pinch here in Scotland. Out for a curry with an old friend last week, I was struck – again – by how full the restaurant was. It’s a common occurrence. Check out any decent eatery, hostelry or cultural happening in the capital and it’s stowed. And even in places hurting with higher unemployment, people are still out and about enjoying themselves. Maybe, we’ve just decided to live for the moment and allow the future to take care of itself. Manana is our new mantra.
Or maybe things are not quite as bad as they could be. There are signs of roots and shoots in the Scottish economy, and it’s only when you read speech transcripts, that you realise the energy and commitment of the Finance Secretary and others being invested in keeping the good ship Scotland afloat. It appears to be working, at least in keeping the worst at bay, but as John Swinney suggests, much more could be achieved with the economic levers of a normal nation state.
Our political spats can often seem peripheral and irrelevant when set aside the big questions currently facing the Western world. We need to ensure that the modern apprenticeship scheme delivers meaningful training and opportunities, as a thoughtful article by Iain Gray pointed out, but we should also welcome the fact that we have such a scheme at all. And it’s this ability and willingness of our politicians to find degrees of difference in everything which encourages the public to shrink from engagement and even, voting.
The independence referendum should be providing a platform for real debate over our future, with a range of political and policy options being posited about the different options available to us – from the status quo to full independence and everything in between. Yet, already it has degenerated into posturing, scare-mongering and wagon circling.
The dominance of the confirmed yes-no camps in the campaign is polarising and sterilising everything, turning people off when they should be experiencing light bulb moments. This is a once in a generation opportunity which people voted for in 2011 and it’s almost becoming too precious to be left to the parties to boss. If people can stake ownership and build truly grassroots movements – more rather than fewer is better – to explore and convince of the art of the possible, then we have a chance of a fully engaged and informed electorate turning out in 2014 to record their preference and determine a clear view of where we are headed.
To get there, we need the type of political leader we’ve not seen on these shores for a long while. Alex Salmond is still king of all he surveys, but recent incidents and headlines are chipping away at his invincibility, showing him in a less favourable light to voters. Johann Lamont is turning harrying into an artform, with a gift for biting one-liners, but that does not a stateswoman make. Ruth Davidson is starting to show what she can do but is held back by the toxicity of her brand and the adherence to made in UK beliefs rather than wholly Scottish ones. Patrick Harvie has a lot to commend him in terms of politics and principles but his willingness to turn every drama into a crisis is wearing. Willie Rennie is a consummate media performer but no one takes him or his party seriously anymore.
We have a politicial vacuum – some good performers on the stage but no one bringing the house down. And given the aspirational nature of the big political question before us, oh for an Obama type to offer us the audacity of hope. Dreams and ideas and thrills are what we need in the independence debate, from both sides, as well as impartial information on the pros and cons.
Yes, we can point to Obama as being the ultimate wearer of Emperor’s clothes. The rhetoric has proved largely hollow and if we feel disappointed, imagine how all those thousands of black, disadvantaged and marginalised voters in America, who queued round the block to vote for him, must feel. But there are still glimmers: his recent speech offering an amnesty to young illegal immigrants suggests he hasn’t totally lost sight of his beliefs, even if commentators are more exercised by the political implications of the announcement.
But in a world where nothing is certain, where the future is a great big black hole, when fret is the feeling we go to sleep with and wake to, when even the weather is determined to frustrate us, surely the stage is set for a politician to step forward and offer the audacity of hope and the art of the possible. To point to a different way and to offer to lead us there.