When Is A Trump Not A Trump?
Thought for the day...
A day is, by its very nature, a limited and finite period of time. Life in miniature. Each day we follow a curve and, at the end of the day, reflect on its theme, however obvious or obscure. Here, I ruminate over these strands for your personal delectation.
Tuesday, December 06, 2016
During his presidential campaign Donald Trump regularly said
things that made people sit up and take notice. Tabloid headline writers
frothed at the mouth, political commentators analysed and dissected, and the
rest of us either hailed him as a breath of fresh air or accused him of narcissism,
xenophobia, racism, sexism, misogyny and stupidity, sometimes in equal measure.
He was certainly not a vanilla candidate. Love him or loathe him, you couldn’t
ignore him. Which makes his behaviour post-election all the more puzzling.
Even the most casual of observers cannot failed to have
noticed that Trump’s language and demeanour have both changed following his
victory over Hilary Clinton. Gone, for the most part, is the bluster and the
‘shock and awe’ one-liners that would have a late-night radio DJ blushing in
embarrassment. His tone is conciliatory, more statesman-like and far less
aggressive than prior to the election. That’s good, you might think, given some
of the unhinged nonsense that he came out with during the campaign, but I
wonder how his staunchest supporters will feel if his more colourful pledges
and promises are simply going to melt away into the shadows because they are
unworkable, unrealistic or unpopular with the rest of his party. Will they feel
that they have ordered a fresh helping of Dr. Jekyll and instead been served up
a rather familiar-tasting batch of Mr. Hyde? Don’t get me wrong, I dislike
Trump’s rhetoric and would hate to see many of his campaign commitments being
enacted, but that’s not the point. I didn’t vote for him but Millions did, presumably
because they liked what they heard. He won their votes because he promised to
build a wall and stop Muslim immigration, so it’ surely only a matter of time
before those voters start demanding their wall, regardless of the
practicalities.
This issue is important – I don’t want to live in a country
where a politician can spout any old nonsense in order to get elected and then
promptly deny comments and renege on promises once he (or she) has been handed
the reigns. If this was Trump’s deliberate strategy to win, he’s been dishonest
at best. People will not be getting what they thought they were voting for. If
the new Donald-Lite (still with the same levels of artificial colouring) has
emerged thanks to a series of back-room chats with political heads older and
wiser than his, he’s been extremely naïve. Either way, there’s a certain irony
to the fact that Trump’s campaign team went after Hilary Clinton’s character
and personal credibility at every given opportunity! “She can’t be trusted,”
they said. “She’s dishonest”. “She’ll say anything to get into power”. Sound
familiar?
One final thought: one of Trump’s key campaign slogans was
“drain the swamp” – a pledge to cut the money and corruption out of American
politics by clamping down on lobbyists and booting out the old-school-tie
Washington career politicos. Anyone looking at his first series of appointments
since winning the election would be forgiven for thinking they all looked a
little, well, swampy.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
11 Aug 2015
A very good friend of mine recently became single again
following, to use celebrity parlance, a ‘conscious uncoupling’. That’s a
conscious uncoupling that he was spectacularly unconscious of right up until
Pickfords drew up outside the shared home and her brother got out of the van to
break the news. My friend, being of a similar vintage to me, subsequently asked
me for advice on dating. Which is a little bit like asking the Pope for advice
on brands of lubricant. Attempting to be helpful, I suggested there might be an
app for that kind of thing, and he subsequently reported back to me that he was
having a bit of success with Tinder. Curious, I decided to have a look. And
here comes my big confession: I’ve now looked at several hundred Tinder
profiles and have been astonished, amused and occasionally horrified by what I
have seen. Given this experience, I would therefore like to offer these 10
Tinder profile hints to ladies everywhere, as a public service.
1.
Avoid group photos as your primary profile
picture - we men are not mind readers. We are simple creatures and in the
absence of a clear profile pic we are going to assume that you are the fat one
on the end. You’re the fat one on the end, aren’t you? Thought as much…
2.
Similarly avoid multiple pictures of you and
your bestie. I don’t like guessing games. And she’s the hotter one, isn’t she?
Thought so…
3.
Don’t think that leaning over and showing off
your cleavage will distract us from the fact that you clearly ate your
ex-husband. We all love breasts but obese is obese and you’re not fooling
anyone.
4.
Avoid pictures of your children and/or pets as
your primary profile picture. I’m 42 and have baggage. I assume that if you’re
over 30, you’ll probably have baggage too. That said, you did once have a life
before you became a mother and/or cat owner. You love your kids/cats, of
course, but I don't want to date them. Besides, it's illegal.
5.
Don’t use the expression ‘I have [insert number
here] kids and they are my world’. Of course they are – that’s implicit. If you
have [insert number here] kids and are completely ambivalent about them, I
question your ability as a parent! I’m interested in you and your personality;
your children probably already have a father and don’t need another one. And if
you only have time for your kids then I’m not entirely surprised that you are
single. You might want to get used to that.
6.
Smile, for fuck sake! Pulling vinegar face, duck
face or gurning at the camera is not helping. Go and put some make-up on, smile
and give yourself a fighting chance.
7.
Don’t post pictures of yourself in your
underwear and/or bikini. You may be a triathlete and fitness fanatic but we’ll
just think you’re easy. Sorry, but it’s true…
8.
Don’t post pictures of you and your mates in
your living room proudly pointing at a coffee table full of empty bottles of
beer/vodka/Jagermeister. I like a drink as much as the next fella, but I don’t
want to be holding your hair at the end of every date and reminding you that
I’m not your ex. Show a little class.
9.
Cartoons and/or obscure pictures of things other
than you – celebrities, manga, Betty Boop, horses showing their teeth, sunrises
and babies in the bath with foam on their heads – are not cute. I’m just going
to assume you have something to hide. Or you’re unhinged. Or just plain ugly.
See point 1 above.
10. Please
don’t make statements like ‘wot u see is wot u get and I ain’t changing for
no-one coz I am 4 real’. Confidence and self-respect are important, but I can
see your picture. You’re covered in badly spelled tattoos and if you had any
more piercings on your face you’d start leaking. Poor grammar isn't going to
seal the deal.
No charge, people!
Wednesday, July 02, 2014
02 July 2014
On fame...
It's been a while since I've seen any live music and I broke my famine 2 weeks ago by going to watch Gary Numan at the Cambridge Junction. One of the things that struck me, despite the obvious volume and wonderfully evocative light show, was the fact that Gary basically came on, said 'hello', played for 105 minutes, said 'thank you and goodnight' and then went off. No witty repartee or chatter between songs, just 105 solid and sweaty minutes of intense music. A direct result of well-publicised shyness or a conscious desire to stay detached and let the music be the star of the show? Either way, this was incredibly refreshing.
We now live in a world where musicians/artists/pop-tarts want you to buy the album, then the branded fragrance, then the duvet cover, then the breakfast cereal. It's not enough that you like the music, you have to buy into the personality. The camera crew waits at the bottom of the bed as the waters break, and celebrities hawk pictures of their babies around the tabloids and glossies before the surgeon has even finished with the stitches. There's no mystique, no distance, no boundary. In such a culture, what a breath of fresh air to find an artist who so clearly wants his work to stand above everything else and seems to view public interest in his personality and opinions as lying somewhere between curious and totally baffling. I've seen him interviewed and he is always courteous, honest and open but every question is greeted with an expression that seems to say "why on earth are you asking me that?"
Gary claims not to be a particularly great keyboard player or guitarist but to me he epitomises the definition of the word 'musician'. I for one pplaud him for his approach and wish there were more like him.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Fair prices and fair profit?
Some time ago I wrote a blog post about the problems with unfettered capitalism. The basic theme was that capitalism is a fine and efficient system for wealth-creation but there have to be legal, moral and cultural checks and balances in place to ensure that profits are not excessive, customers are not ripped off and the future of these private companies can be sustained.
I’m not vain enough to assume that anyone read this post
(except for possibly my mother) but, if you’ll forgive the narcissism, some of
the themes I mentioned seem to have been thrust back in the spotlight during
the last 24-48 hours.
On Wednesday, British Gas somewhat unwisely decided to have
a live Q&A session on Twitter and invited Tweeple to post questions.
Tweeple did not disappoint, and the British Gas twitter feed was submerged
under a veritable tidal wave of piss and vinegar, sarcasm and derision. Put
simply, British Gas got a kicking for raising energy prices (again!) at a time
when the cost of living is still increasing, salaries are at best static and a
growing number of families are sliding towards the breadline.
This got me thinking about the nature of poverty. I’ve never
had first-hand experience of genuine poverty. I’ve had to opt for the
supermarket own-brand beer on occasions, but that’s about as bad as it’s been.
I certainly can’t comprehend what it must be like not knowing how to pay the
next rent bill or put the next meal on the table. Most people, especially those
with a left-of-centre political opinion, would agree that reducing the gap
between the richest and poorest in any society is a good thing. That’s
something to aim for and work towards, surely? Which makes the performance of
those politicians on the panel of BBC’s Question Time show last night all the
more depressing. The middle classes are not the biggest victims of this
financial climate in any way, shape or form; our house prices are still rising
even if our salaries are not. We might be having fewer meals out and cutting
back a bit on the weekly wine but we’re not being thrown out on to the street
and we’re certainly not dying. By trying to perpetuate this myth that it’s
the middle classes bearing the brunt of increased living costs, the political
classes are doing us all a great disservice and completely failing to offer any
new or imaginative solutions to the problem.
I’m not suggesting that renationalisation of the utility
companies is in any way a solution, but the politicos are perplexed and seem to
have nothing new to offer. Meanwhile, the energy companies keep on ramping up
the costs and making vague threats about ‘the lights going out’ if their profit
margins are in any way limited through political intervention and legislation.
To repeat the final thought of my previous post, how much profit is enough and
how can this cabal of companies continue to operate in a way that places
shareholders rather than customers at the heart of their operations?
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
The hole in the middle
Some days the world feels full of light and fun and promise,
and every face seems to smile back at yours. Other days, you look around and
all you can see is decay, deceit, dirt and delusion.
Some days, with a bit of a sun tan and a decent haircut, I look
at my face in the mirror and think “yeah, you look ok. Certainly not
award-winning, but definitely ok”. Other days, I look at myself and feel like
the foreman of the great heavenly face factory got to 16:50 on a Friday
afternoon and thought “you know what, we’ve got some bits left over here so we
can probably knock one more out before the weekend”.
Monday, February 04, 2013
Been A Long Time, Been A Long Time...
I did not watch the Superbowl. Mostly because I like my sleep and also because to me, it's like the 6 Nations but with more make-up and bigger shoulder pads. Like the cast of Dynasty on a very camp school sports day. If you did watch this make-up and Spandex-fest, though, you can't help but have noticed an apparently important game of football being overshadowed by the return of Destiny's Child. They're back, screamed the press. THEY'RE BACK!!! As if it's supposed to be important. Those of us of a certain age who remember life before manufactured pop groups were the norm tend to be singularly unimpressed when manufactured pop groups reform. Mostly because it only feels like about 20 minutes since they split up and primarily because we viewed them as an irrelevance in the first place. It's Destiny's Child, for goodness sake: followers of a well-trodden path that was beaten down by The Supremes and many dozens of other groups since. It's not The Who playing Won't Get Fooled Again, is it? It doesn't, you know, like, matter...
It's an old cliché but it's really true. Sooner or later, you will start to compare music on the radio to the bands you grew up with; bands who were themselves doing it 2nd, 3rd of 4th time around. The pioneers are now few and far between. I recently bought the Led Zeppelin 2007 live album and was astonished at how fresh, vibrant and remarkably un-lip-synched it sounded. Suck on that, Ms. Knowles. Right to the end of the flag pole.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
No Comment...?
Let me start
this post by getting my excuses in early: I am a fully paid up member of the
Dawkins & Hitchens fan club. I believe organised religion is, for the most
part, an unnecessary and divisive phenomenon based more on self-interest and
self-preservation than anything else. But then, I’ve always had a bit of an
issue with authority, especially when it is claimed to be moral.
The last few
days have seen a number of stories covered by the press in relation to Holocaust
Memorial day. From the publication of an ‘offensive’ cartoon by Gerald Scarfe
in the Sunday Times to comments from a Lib-Dem MP regarding the treatment of Palestinians
in the occupied territories, the casual observer might feel that it’s
completely off-limits to articulate a viewpoint that might possibly
be deemed critical of, or offensive by, anyone of Jewish faith at this time of
year.
I’ve
personally never felt that religion should be a ‘no go’ subject. Despite some very obvious quirks in relation to diet and genital-mutilation, Judaism is a religion characterised by much warmth and humour and so it saddens me to see religious
leaders pulling out the holocaust trump card when anyone dares to criticise the
actions of contemporary Jews in the Middle East. And it’s a shame because it really is a
trump card – a nuclear option to which there simply is no answer. Without any shadow of doubt, the
holocaust was an appalling event and there are no words to describe the horrors
experienced by its victims, be they Jews, homosexuals, ethnic minorities or any
of the other groups who were deemed undesirable by the Nazi regime. However,
and I draw a deep breath as I say this, no religion (or political regime based
on a religious doctrine, for that matter) should be beyond scrutiny or
criticism and it is most regrettable when anyone in a position of political or religious
authority attempts to claim otherwise.
Of course,
timing is everything. The timing of the cartoon and MP David Ward’s comments
were both spectacularly bad, but does that make either anti-Semitic? Would the
outcry have been less vociferous at any other time of the year? I can’t say,
but I am deeply troubled by the way in which any supposed criticism of Israel
is branded anti-Semitic in the same way as I object to how small numbers of Islamist
radicals took the cartoons published by Danish newspapers and altered them in
order to spread violence in the region. Of course the Middle East conflict is
an incredibly complex issue but I often think it’s a little too easy for both
sides to turn on anyone who dares to comment on it and claim their views to be
simplistic or naïve. Maybe a healthy dose of naivety is actually just what the situation
requires.
No one
should deny the holocaust nor attempt to belittle its effect on the Jewish people
or psyche. In the same breath, however, freedom of speech is an incredibly
important human right and no government or religion should think its conduct is
beyond reproach or analysis. People of all faiths (or of none) should have paused
last Sunday to reflect on the holocaust as one of the greatest examples of man’s
inhumanity to man. In future, Jewish leaders should also draw a more distinct
line between the events of the past and present, and avoid the kind of intolerances and careless labelling that they themselves have so frequently derided.