Monday, 3 November 2014

Stuffed shirts.

I'm sure I have said before. One of the reasons for writing a blog is, like the old fashioned practice of blood letting, to purge the system of the ills I see around me.
I Have just watched a parliamentary program from one of the committee meetings which Parliament holds.
The Committees interview people from the Business sector, the Civil Service and people representing organisations which play a part in running the country at large. It's unusual to invite someone from another country, someone not under the jurisdiction of the Crown. This evening it was the a Mayor of Calais.
There has been a growing problem in Calais as asylum seekers from a number of countries in Africa risk their lives to cross the Mediterranean into Greece or Italy and then make their way to Calais to cross the Channel to arrive in the UK.
The Parliamentarians are of of a stock who, for reasons of breeding or political persuasion don't wish to be challenged on long held beliefs, irrespective of the truth or otherwise, substantiating those beliefs.
The question of why the migrants were prepared to risk death to get to the UK was answered simply by the Mayor. "Because of the ease of obtaining substance (benefit grants) and of obtaining work outside the official workforce" in other words illegally.
Rubbish said the politician would anyone travel and risk so much for £37 pw.
"Yes said the Mayor to these people £37 is a lot of money". But what about the cost of living here. "They don't take that into their calculations said the Mayor".

The politicians were bubbling with indignation, we have academic studies and there has been a report !!!
"Your studies and reports are not what I hear from the migrants"replied the mayor.
And so it went on the British hiding behind their reports and their studies,insulated as always in their predetermined convictions, separated from actuality by the job they do, afraid of the truth because of the implications.
Their self satisfaction as the representatives of the British electorate, a position, not only of power but of a predilection and certainty of their own self serving truth. It's almost impossible to get them to think outside of the box. How can we have an easy system when so many of my electorate tell me they are having difficulties. How can our academics be wrong. "We'll said the Mayor all you have to do is to listen to the stories of the migrants who have landed in Britain and the tale they tell their friends waiting in Calais to join them".
Heads well and truly in the sand as usual they didn't want to hear. It was impossible for them to admit that what they had spent their lives proffering to all and sundry was incorrect and that the perception of the migrant themselves counted for far more than their own prejudice.
"Order Order" went the Chairman as he ended another session of Committee proceedings. The form and the theatre were more important than the substance and far more important than attempting to come to a conclusion.
"Can the Committee 'visit' you again in Calais, Madam Le Mayor"
Another free-bee on the House (sorry on the taxpayer).
Stuffed shirts every one of them.

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