In the run up to the UK General Election we are deluged by the latest round of promises unlikely to be kept – certainly not in the form they are being presented to us. The same old, same old is what has led our Country to be unable to even pretend to care about providing the ‘services’ promised. Any attempt at this is left to altruistic dogsbodies who contribute so much, recognising the need and value of genuine care within our communities, while those in ‘control’ look after themselves and their cronies first, with a bit left over to placate the rest of us. It’s the national version of what the many within the social care system experience as a regular part of life. Inefficiency, pretense, dishonesty, self preservation. Is this the time when those with the least while contributing the most will decide enough is enough and things are about to change? Continue reading
Would anyone round here enable Glasgow’s vulnerable to be manipulated because they are an easy target? Surely not. We have an elected city council charged with some tricky financial balancing acts in these times; could they become targets themselves by operators who can provide a better service and for less? On the surface it sounds like it would make sense to follow up on such claims but you have to think who are the best con artists you can think of? The ones you’d least suspect to leave you with no options and call that self direction.
Consider an air of respectability, a worthy aim, a charitable status and demonstrations of justification for public funding, funding from your pocket and from mine. Consider a long history of providing a service for vulnerable adults that was second to none. I say was because it clearly was back in the day when family members got together to make something better than there was for the vulnerable loved ones in their care. Their concern for what might happen to them after they were no longer there created something to be proud of and something that did what it was set up for.
Decades later this shifts to the control of a group with the promise of better care, better management and greater financial clout to ensure this continues. This is the point where care and commerce become very uncomfortable bedfellows. If you care do you do it for the money? Aren’t the ones caring enough to do the caring left behind as the money rolls in to benefit the rest who talk about caring? Continue reading
I have to live where I live. The logistics of life dictate that. It’s a beautiful place, don’t get me wrong but for a long time I’ve felt that it needs its physical beauty to mask the ugliness that festers from deep within its core. People make a place so its character will reflect them and indeed, the facade of architectural beauty here masks any image of its foundation on slavery and dealing that has damaged much in our world but that didn’t matter as it brought wealth to a few. We all benefit from that. And so that became the norm, permeating every level of our society as each became desperate for a slice of the pie. No mean place.
There have been real examples of altruism throughout time but eventually these just set the benchmark for the perception of goodness to become part of the lie too. It seems to be genuinely believed that if you say you follow a belief system , then that exempts you from actually having to do so, or to bother with any of its doctrines covering personal behaviour.
A sweeping generalisation, I know, but take a look around, it’s everywhere. It’s even in the places I’d love to escape to, to get away from here, where the force of the bully has become its reputation more deservedly than anywhere else I know of (yet). James Christie gave the best description of this place and its people in his book ‘Dear Miss Landau’. Continue reading