Happy Monday, lying abed trying to formulate what to write. This blog writing stuff is causing me to think a lot, not just what to write but why am I doing it? Being a being riddled with self-doubt I find myself often thinking I’m some sort of narcissist, I like people saying and writing good things about my writing, but every time I read or hear such Captain Putdown loudly guffaws. Then again, as I’ve already written, I enjoy the process and feel better doing it, the old cathartic bollocks. Although using the term cathartic bollocks is etymologically incorrect as it originates from the Greek katamenia, which means evacuation of menstrual fluid. What I am left with is simply me writing a little narrative about me and the crabby one and sharing this with those I love and care for.
Thinking of sharing have definitely made my mind up about not joining faceache as last Thursday the company announced it had paid no corporation tax for the second year in a row. For too long we’ve had it stuffed down our throats that tax is bad; tax is not bad. I believe that tax provides for the common good, the common wealth. With tax money everyone can have health services, education, decent infrastructure, social welfare and so on. I know David Hart, and maybe other Davids don’t like taxes, but is it just because you don’t like it getting into the hands of politicians who you don’t trust or respect? As Michael Sandel writes: “Democracy does not require perfect equality but it does require that citizens share in a common life…..for this is how we come to care for the common good” (ref. What Money Can’t Buy).
In the meantime let’s boycott all these companies who are corrupting our common good. Time these companies properly audited themselves with regard to ‘don’t do evil’.
So Jo, a C or even a C+ for my poem?
Should be getting 3 more hats today, so I’ll have 14, which is probably enough to be going on with. Still only 2 wigs though. Anyway photo of me with hair and another wearing 1 new hat:
Just read a really moving piece in g2 (that’s the small bit of the Guardian for non-readers) about a woman called Jo Beecham. When diagnosed with cancer 3 years ago she immediately resolved to try and control the moment of her death. In July she bought poison, she was passionate about legalising assisted dying and this brought conflict for her palliative nurse Annie. Annie said it was easy for her and the palliative care professionals because they “have hidden behind the fact it’s illegal”. Jo caused her to shift her opinions about assisted dying but also Jo shifted her opinions and became more accepting of having palliative care. She died peacefully last week at home with friends. Tears are pouring from my eyes right now.
Keep on keeping on love Duncan.