Warning this blog comes with a gloomy disposition.
No matter how hard I try I am really struggling to find my usual motivation for the Christmas holidays. Anyone who knows me knows that this tends to be my favourite time of the year, but this year, no matter how hard I try I just can’t find that festive joy, is it just me?
This time last year I had a feeling of optimism about the way ahead. I was hoping that enough people in Scotland would take the chance to try something different, to take the opportunity to change our country for the better. And while we didn’t get the result we wanted, we have seen a rise in political and community engagement and that has to be welcomed.
But this year, and in particular the last couple of months, I find myself feeling less optimistic, less hopeful for the future for people all across Scotland. Osborne and the smiling Liberals have painted a fiscal picture for the next six years that hardly bares thinking about. Everyday we hear about increasing use of food banks, of poverty levels never seem before in modern times, in sanctions against the very poorest and most vulnerable and a false economic recovery nowhere but the south east and London if at all.
Labour have no alternative vision other than the promise to finish the job they started in the first place, the Tories are delighting in keeping these attacks going, and that the majority in Westminster are determined to complete no matter the human cost to this country. Most people in this country are struggling and many are starving, they are portrayed as the causes of the economic decline in our country while the people who did cause this unprecedented decline get richer and more removed from the reality of life outside that tiny little corner in the bottom of England.
I suspect in many other countries this would result in riots, in large-scale demonstrations, sadly some violence and a lot of vandalism. However in this country, draconian laws and the use of the Police as the personal protection of the elite and the establishment has resulted in a broken people who fear demonstration, with an apathy for the ballot box. A million people still didn’t vote in the referendum.
I was out shopping with my son today and I looked at the people around me, I listened to some of the conversations and all I could find is a bleak acceptance of the times we are living in. Many people look and sound broken, maybe I am one of them because my optimism is not there anymore, I fear we are on the brink of a major collapse that will bring a lot worse to this country. Even if that does not happen we are not even 40% through the attacks on our way of life yet and the next six years are going to hurt more than we can even contemplate. The other side of the coin is that many just don’t care or don’t think, our old car was keyed last night outside my wife’s work. What is the point of that, where is the fun, what do people think they are doing? It makes you lose hope and faith in the people around you.
I can’t help but think that the constant blame of the ills of our country on the poorest and on foreigners by the people who are actually doing the damage is taking what little hope we have left. What is the agenda here? Is the agenda to take us back to the dark ages, are we allowing this country to be taken back in time to a period when we were peasants, there to be used and abused by a small elite, to be laughed at and ridiculed by the minority who see using people as a game to maintain their power and wealth. Are we so broken that at the time of year where we would hope to find a little optimism all I see around me are broken people and a bleak future.
I won’t apologize for the bleakness of this blog, it’s up there with the novel ‘ The Road ‘ the most depressing book I ever read. I don’t have any answers and I beginning to suspect it’s just me, is it just me? How do you feel? How do you think we should move forward? What are the answers?
What will it take for the people to rise, like him or loath him, is Russell Brand correct in calling for a revolution. Where does it end. But this Christmas, I’m sorry, I can find little joy in Dundee, little hope, little future. Something has to give, my fear is that what gives hurts the weakest even more.