While listening to the radio last week I learned that I am a member of the paranoid liberal bourgeoisie. Well there you go. News to me. Maybe I should be wearing a PLB badge to alert others to my sensitivities.
Apparently I am so designated because I do not think the UK parliament should be ditching the Human Rights Act in favour of a British Bill of Rights. I prefer to live in a country that respects humna rights of all people, and makes it as easy as possible for anyone whose human rights are infringed to be heard here at home rather than having to head for Strasbourg, with all the expense that entails.
And repealing one act, and replacing it with an another will not be cheap either. I thought the government wanted to save money, not profligately spend it because David Cameron doesn’t agree that prisoners should have the right to vote. Apparently the thought makes him feel physically sick. There are any number of things Dave and his chums get up to that make me fell physically sick, but I don’t expect the Exchequer to fork out to stop them. If only it would.
So for those of you confused about the HRA, this might help. It does not, as misreported in a certain paper mean that a man who held police at bay could demand KFC and the police had to supply it or his rights would have been breached. When the day dawns, as I hope it will, when animals have to be raised in humane environments, KFC will probably cease to exist. While I am on the animal bit, how many of you have signed the petition to stop the puppy farm breeding Beagles for experimentation that Dave has approved? Come on now. It’s not that hard. Or opposed the relaxation on hunting with hounds (also Beagles) meaning foxes will now be legally chased to exhaustion and torn apart in the name of sport. For all we hear that hunting is about controlling foxes, if you grew up in the country as I did, you learn that foxes are often nurtured just so that the local hunt can have the pleasure of killing them.
With plans for mass legal surveillance, intrusions into personal privacy that infringe our human rights are on the cards. I recently saw a stage production of 1984, currently at the Playhouse Theatre in London. It is all too easy to draw comparisons with 2015. Yet a while ago the governemnt wheeled out an avuncular looking spokesman, the sort of chap you’d think a kind old buffer, to make reassuring noises about how most of us would be happy to have our every message, our every call monitored, in the name of National Security, and poopooing Liberty’s and Amnesty International’s concerns.
Well actually no, I wouldn’t be happy. This is my country too, and security must be balanced with respect for privacy. The roposals are intolerable, undemocratic and unjustified. I look to the government to protect my privacy, not to inavde it; to uphold my human rights, not to undermine them. These are the politics of fear, of divide and rule, that play into the hands of terrorists and dictators.
Saying those who disgree are the paranoid liberal bourgeoisie is namecalling, a form of bullying that seeks at belittle and mock. Not the behaviour of people to trust with our democracy.