War Versus The NHS.
Selective Government always chooses war over austerity, any day. As we enter the latter half of the eleventh year in Afghanistan, the pursuit of war is never for one moment costed. Meanwhile back in The UK the war on decent health services goes on.
This piece pre-dates another one in today's Sunday Times. The constant juggling that is NHS funding remains a nightmare, whilst the machinations to go to war always seem relatively straightforward.
I suppose the maxim gun syndrome has no peacetime or NHS equivalent. We can arm both sides of a conflict, paying for one set of armaments from the spare profits of the sales to the other side. The ease with which the Wootton Bassett moving tributes to our fallen soldiers was removed, is another case in point. Where there's a will there's a way.
Of course that will to do something has to be covered in "Yes Minister" obfuscation and delay. Or pure economics and political scheming. Meanwhile cancer patients die and ministers turn their backs on £3 million pound machines. Three million, I ask you? At a time when these self same morons are propping up a political disaster in Europe valued at untold trillions. They continue to hurl many millions at a Parliament which remains steeped in corruption and an Upper House willing to embrace its own felons, such as Uddin, regardless of the hundreds of thousands of pounds wasted or stolen through fraudulent expense claims. Blatantly held fast and refused to be returned.
Naturally, were Lansley, or any other of the mindless and privileged we must endure, be prepared to club together, we could easily fund such machines throughout the land. Windbag Kinnock martyrs himself by giving away his two hundred quid or so fuel allowance, Mirren bleats the same sob story. In truth these parasites could all have a whip round, add a few bob from Bliar and Kiddyfiddler Mandy's Libyan funds and problem solved!
Then, of course we could go cap in hand to the high and mighty Huhne hoon. "Look here, Sir", we could say, "your climate change, CO2 shite policy could actually buy us all the cyber knife machines we need, reduce energy bills for the poor and make our Country a much better place. Our own resident Greek tells you your Quixote edifices are junk". Ten years on we might get a response such as "Oh dear, I wasn't very good, was I?", from a luxurious paradise far away from the wreck of the UK he and his fellow imbeciles leaves behind.