THE CANDIDATE
Consisting of all of the things.
Saturday 30 March 2013
Sorry it's late
Friday 1 March 2013
An ethical foreign policy - an impossibility.
An evening that was both hopeful and highly depressing.
A "talking politics" talk entitled 'an ethical foreign policy' that I entered fully convinced that such a thing is impossible. And which I left with my mind unchanged.
This was not due to the ideas of those present; we had an informed, intelligent and hopeful debate. Foreign policy should be formed around the concepts of honesty and coherence. Ethical governance forms the base for an ethical foreign policy. War should not be contracted out to the private sector. The arms trade should not be subsidised and supported and advertised by the state. Intervention should not be undertaken lightly. RtoP is a problematic norm. Aid should not be provided to states that abuse their people.
The problem is that we do not run the country. And we never will because we are people of conscience. Who have morals and stand by them. Those at the top are hungry for power and re-election and the vast majority if them will not let a bit of human rights or their morals get in their way.
With all due respect to him, MPs like David Drew (was, and hopefully will be again) will never get into government because they vote with their conscience against their party. And so those who do get into government are those who vote with the party no matter what their own views. For the sake of getting a bit of extra power. And these are the people forming foreign policy.
Couple this with the dominance of the national interest; specifically energy security and economic expansion; in all areas of policy, what hope do ethics, human rights or even the rule of law have?
Please feel free to disagree with me if you think I'm wrong. I would like to be proved so. The conclusion I have arrived at is not a welcome one.
Sunday 24 February 2013
My heart is broken.
Yeah so my first blog post back is not about the campaign, or something sad in the news, or how nice ladies in Subway recognise me now.
It's about how sad I am because my car is broken.
I am very sad. Heartbroken in fact. I love her. I love her so much that I pat her at the end of every journey. And take photos of her next to others like her (although this picture was taken by the owner of the one on the left, turns out we all take photos of our cars). And I tell everyone about her so much that I had to get "stop talking" tattooed on myself to remind me that no one cares.
She is a useless car. She eats petrol. She is lacking in the normal number of doors. She will not go up tall hills. She is too small. And now I cannot change gear without both hands on the gearstick which is not quite practical. But if it is too expensive to fix her I will actually cry.
Or wait until it is sunny and fix her myself. That's what we modern girls do now.
Friday 22 February 2013
But until then have the loveliest song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OO8Q1U9asM8&list=FLORXVzGo725bFJHyQmyNoWg
Tuesday 16 August 2011
In praise of ...
He writes books, specifically "Hillier's Fundamentals of Motor Vehicle Technology" (multiple volumes). I am currently on Book 1, page 45. Today's lesson; torque and power, and single and multi-cylinder engines. Being the
Except I'm not that cool because yesterday I had a mega-maths-super-fail.
I got confused about where the '+1' came from. My maths learning really is that bad. Apparently, according to Kellett, when you divide anything by itself it is always 1. I believe him. Until evidence proves otherwise.
Apart from that, all learning has been going well. May have to get me an old Maths GCSE revision book. Yes. Good idea. Shall do that.
Oh yes, back to the book. It's my favourite. That's all.
Happy Millie?
Friday 22 July 2011
Thursday 21 July 2011
In praise of ...
Possibly my favourite person. In the world. Ever.
Go see >>http://www.democracynow.org/