June 29, 2006

Where nations go to die

Here's Mark Steyn's review (more or less) of Melanie Phillips' Londonistan.

Steyn is a born writer of boundless energy and incorrigible robustness. He can turn a fabulous phrase and express an idea with the kind of revelatory clarity that - depending on the idea - can be both terrifying and exhilirating. As a fan of good writing I love reading Steyn. As a political animal it's often incredibly depressing.

June 24, 2006

Tasty Words

Some moons ago (and now I understand why that phrase isn't as popular as "many moons ago") I wrote, in passing, that among the BBC's compendium of techniques for subtly insinuating their institutionalised subjectivity into their ostensibly objective reporting was the way that people who argued for things of which they (the BBC) approved were supportively dubbed "campaigners" whereas those who argued for things of which they (the BBC) disapproved were dismissively dubbed "lobbyists". Lobbyists, I noted (I didn't so much note as imply, mainly because I'm pretty sure no-one but me reads this and I already know what I meant) are professionals, but the BBC was quite ready to call a lobbyist anyone who advanced an agenda inimical to BBC values, paid or otherwise.

However, I imagine I must now eat a good portion of those words, since the BBC yesterday published an article describing the latest setback in the courts for pro-hunt campaigners, describing them in exactly those terms. It is, of course, inconceivable that the impeccably metropolitan, "modern", inclusive, diverse BBC could, as an institution, possibly have any sympathy whatsoever for the nasty Tory aristocracy and the class-betraying, forelock-tugging lickspittle peasantry who participate in the hunt (and who, if you think about it, together comprise an insituition far more diverse and inclusive than the slumped-in-homogeneity BBC, which believes that diversity consists in it not mattering if everyone thinks the same as long as they look different). But it would at the same time be cynical to assume that it was just a slip by some hapless subber and that it'll be changed to "lobbyists" or "seal-clubbers" as soon as someone in authority notices it, so I'll just stick to eating my words.

June 22, 2006

Gosh, Old Nick, it's cold in here....

Gah. I find myself agreeing with Gordon.

It's understandable in its way, of course. I only agree with him because he's come round to my point of view: the really alarming part was when I had the urge to defend him having read all those whining, atavistic, betrayingtheleftcakes comments.

Here's what I think. He was probably wrong to call a nuclear deterrent "unacceptably expensive, economically wasteful and militarily unsound" back in 1984. It was, after all, the height of the Cold War, and frankly no expense was too great to ward off the malignant embrace of communism. It's hard, too, to understand what esoteric military thinking Gordon was applying to the issue to deduce that the deterrent offered by the assuredly catastrophically Phyrric nature of any victory claimed by the Russians was militarily unsound. We are still here, blogging away uselessly, after all.

What is certainly true, however, is that any arguments put forward along those lines today would undoubtedly be many, many times more foolish. The Soviets, for all their rather rum ideas about managing an economy and ensuring the freedom of their people, were nonetheless a comparatively civilised bunch and on the whole rather unlikely to embrace any kind of death cult just for the sake of it. Mark Steyn wrote,
The Left is remarkably nonchalant about these new terrors. When nuclear weapons were an elite club of five relatively sane world powers, the Left was convinced the planet was about to go ka-boom any minute, and the handful of us who survived would be walking in a nuclear winter wonderland. Now anyone with a few thousand bucks and an unlisted number in Islamabad in his Rolodex can get a nuke, and the Left couldn't care less.
If Gordon, usually so absorbed in the cock-hardening amounts of "good" he believes he's doing, turns out not to be so stubbornly convinced of his own righteousness as to be incapable of accepting the increased threat of a nuclear attack since the Cold War, then there may be a little hope for him - and us - yet.

June 21, 2006

The inevitability of tyranny

Back in the halcyon days of the pending ID Cards legislation we could rely on the Lords, whatever the futility, to take a robust approach to individual and civil liberties against an increasingly intrusive, not to say megalomaniacal, panopticon state in the Commons. No longer.

For all that he was vilified at the time, to the extent that he quit economics entirely for many years and became a full-time social scientist, Hayek's predictions in The Road to Serfdom are, once again, spot on. His premise was that collectivism, however nobly or benignly envisaged, slides inexorably towards totalitarianism. Give a person or a group of people responsibility for a decision that would otherwise be taken subconsciously by the dispersed, tacit knowledge of the market, and arbitration - that is to say, the taking of decisions based on considered criteria whose importance and relevance have, necessarily, been considered and, as it were, ranked by importance by the committee or individual - is inevitable. In the situation that arises, not only is it possible that a decision could be influenced by one who stands to benefit in a manner that would be impossible in a genuine free market, but also thereby the currying of favour and influence becomes institutionalised. Decisions must thereafter be defended to those who lose out by them. Unpopular ones must be enforced. And soon enough the possibility is raised that so much good is being done, though it be against the will of hoi misguided polloi, that it might be too much of a risk to bother with an election this year.

Fortunately we had one just last year (although don't expect another until the last possible moment once Gordon Brown gets his hands on his birthright in that "smooth and orderly transition of power" that we're all excited about - and who wouldn't be, given that we haven't seen power transferred in this manner since the fall of the Roman Empire. It'll be like a political Haley's Comet, but much more infrequent), so in fairness I can't really consider the smoking ban totalitarian, as such. But there's an interesting angle to it.

In the end, the best reason they've got for the ban is one of money. A proponent (say a junior Labour minister, greasily ambitious) might suggest to you that the majority favours a ban on smoking, and that it should be done for that reason. To that, I would only point out that by every poll on the issue ever conducted, a majority of Britons favours a return to capital punishment (I am not one of them, except perhaps for treason) but there hasn't exactly been a legislative stampede on the issue; and that a majority of Britons (to return to my favourite hobby horse for a second) looks askance upon the idea of an MP elected to a Scottish seat becoming Prime Minister, passing (as he would) laws that affect his own constituents not one whit on a number of issues, yet Gordon Brown continues impatiently to go through the motions of Chancellorship with that colossal air of entitlement. That grinning junior minister might thereafter suggest that it's all being done to protect the non-smoker, to which I would remark that he shows remarkably little faith in the intelligence and autonomy of the typical non-smoker if he doesn't believe him to be capable of taking the choice to remove himself from a situation if he considers it harmful. Similarly he (our apparatchik, not our non-smoker) might choose to defend the rights of the barmaid or waiter, as though an entire industry were in fact being chained behind bars in smoky pubs and forced to pour drinks, or blackmailed into serving food for a living.

Then, perhaps, his face might light up. "Ah!" he might say, "but think of the amount of money it will save the NHS!" This, of course, will have been saved up, as a bone to throw the small-government types who believe that the amount of money poured down the various black holes that constitute the NHS has passed from the outrageous to the simply farcical, a good source of black humour on a Monday morning. Even assuming the accuracy of such a statement (as opposed, say, to making the point that perhaps it will just cost the catering and pub industries a shitload of cash while all the smokers stay home and smoke fuckin' more, blackening their lungs at the same rate as they would have before, except maybe now they won't be walking to the pub), there are still sound reasons to laugh it out of court.

The NHS is funded by taxpayers, and I have no doubt that when it was envisaged and instituted it was with the most benign and compassionate motives. (Who could argue, after all, with the extension to all of access to quality healthcare previously only enjoyed by the idle rich? Not even I could, although it must be said that the NHS of 1948 would be unrecognisable to a doctor from that time were he to walk into a hospital run by today's superannuated, sclerotic, politically wracked and desperately sluggish organisation.) But fast forward 60 years, and now it's a reason to intrude further in people's lives. First we are taxed to fund the body, then, in order to save us our own money that they confiscated, our lives are subject to ever-higher degrees of control and scrutiny. The existence of nationalised healthcare begets the notion of nationalised health. Since they make us pay for one thing, they have the moral authority to make us stop doing another. Classic mission creep, and exactly the kind of thing Hayek foresaw without actually predicting.

June 19, 2006

Kraft durch Freude

Further slackness from me. All too predictable, frankly: I impressed myself keeping up the blogging for five months with rarely more than a few days' gap.

Good old Polly. Always with our best interests at heart. Once again it occurs to me to wonder whether she can possibly be for real, or whether she is, in fact, some kind of joke perpetrated by the Right to remind people what the Left is really like when it gets going, fuelled by hubris and spite. Such an idea was touched on in an early, yet infrequently bettered, episode of The West Wing, Take This Sabbath Day. Of course, the idea as expressed therein was a political inversion of my idea of The Toynbeast:

JOEY [KENNY]: Mr. President, I’m here ‘cause I’m running a campaign for Bill
O’Dwyer, who’s running...

BARTLET: In the California forty-sixth?

JOEY [KENNY]: Yes sir.

BARTLET: O’Dwyer’s an empty shirt.

JOEY [KENNY]: Sir?

BARTLET: I don’t like guys who run for congress because they think it’s a
great gig. Find yourself a live one and I’ll get interested. In the meantime,
the devil you know beats the devil you don’t. And I like the devil I got.


Bartlet prefers to leave a fulminating Christian Republican in post in the 46th rather than step up funding for his Democratic challenger because, as Josh puts it, every time he opens his mouth he's "good for a couple of million dollars" in contributions to the Democratic party. Similarly, I'm sure that every time Polly Toynbee writes another one of her tedious great-enabler, tax-and-spend, redistribution=progressive, blah blah blah IsleptthroughtheEightiescakes articles, what's actually happened is that somewhere, a few classical liberals sat in a room and wrote the most terrifying, illiberal things they could think of and stuck it under a picture the smuggest-looking woman they could find. Must be good for a few thousand pounds' contributions (this is Britain, not the US!) to the Conservatives.