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Mr Eugenides keeps up with the latest news from the ghastliness so you don't have to.
Mr Eugenides keeps up with the latest news from the ghastliness so you don't have to.
The National Gallery of Scotland needs to raise £50m to prevent the sale of Titian's Diana and Actaeon from being sold. The painting, part of the Bridgewater Collection, has been loaned to the gallery for decades but is now being sold by its owner, the Duke of Sutherland. Well, £50m is quite a lot of money. Then again, it's a pretty nifty painting (though my own tastes run a little later - to Caravaggio and Velazquez in particular).
Anyway, it's hard to imagine there being any discussion in France or Italy or Germany of the rights and wrongs of committing public money to the fund-raising effort. And while I have some sympathy with the notion that the arts should be self-supporting or rely upon private patronage, frankly I'd rather see the government lavish millions on the arts than on many (most?) other areas in which they currently squander billions.
None of that seems to really concern Labour MP Ian Davidson, however. In a display of provincialism startling even for a paid-up member of the West of Scotland Labour mafia, Mr Davidson told the BBC this morning:
Now there's an endorsement of the education system north of the border...
UPDATE: Mr Eugenides weighs in too.
You probably heard about the new school in Sheffield that won't call itself a school because that word has "negative connotations". Watercliffe Meadow will instead call itself a "place of learning". Seriously.
It's all very Decline and Fall : "We class schools, you see, into four five grades: Leading School, First-rate School, Good School, School and Place of Learning. Frankly," said Mr Levy, "Place of Learning is pretty bad..."
It's good to see that not every sector of the economy is knee-capped by the "credit crunch". So hurrah for NHS Lothian who are advertising this exciting opportunity:
When the spooks think matters have got out of hand then, you know, they've probably gotten out of hand.
This has generated dozens of complaints about anti-terrorism legislation being used to spy on, for example, a nursery suspected of selling pot plants unlawfully, a family suspected of lying about living in a school catchment area, and paperboys suspected of not having the right paperwork.
Now those campaigning against the abuse of RIPA have got a new ally – Lady Manningham-Buller, the former head of MI5. In a speech in the House of Lords yesterday, she said she was "astonished" when she found out how many organisations were getting access to RIPA powers.
Well, yes. Quite so. And yet there you have it. In addition to this public service, Baroness B-M did us a service by clarifying the accepted pronunciation of RIPA:
[Hat-tip: Chicken Yoghurt.]
Hilarious stuff from Wall Street:
As Patrick Appel observes Merrill lost $11 billion and its independence this year. And here's a fun snippet from Michael Lewis's terrific Portfolio piece on the sub-prime fiasco:
Seriously. There are times when I think Americans were lucky to get George W Bush. Well, almost. Apart from the torture thing (though of course our government acquiesced with this too).
[Hat-tip: 10 Downing St, via Dale]
Chris Dillow - always worth your time - casts a weary eye over a number of government policies and concludes:
Quite so. And as he says, we may need a revolution. Lord knows, however, where that might come from.
This week's (latest) head-in-hands, what-the-hell-is-going-on? moment comes courtesy of the Intelligence and Security Committee at Westminster. The Independent reports that:
Britain's security agencies and police would be given unprecedented and legally binding powers to ban the media from reporting matters of national security, under proposals being discussed in Whitehall.
The Intelligence and Security Committee, the parliamentary watchdog of the intelligence and security agencies which has a cross-party membership from both Houses, wants to press ministers to introduce legislation that would prevent news outlets from reporting stories deemed by the Government to be against the interests of national security.
Consequently, there are moves to make DA-Notices legally enforceable. That is to say, the government should have statutory powers to censor the media. Should this happen, then as sure as eggs is eggs you can guarantee that there will be a massive increase in the number of DA-Notices issued and that, furthermore, most of them will be designed to spare the government embarrassment rather than protect national security.
But, hey!, fundamental abridgments of liberty are OK if it's in a good cause, right? The great thing about "national security" is that it can be invoked to cover just about anything. Or rather, there are plenty of people who fold whenever the "national security" card is played, no matter how ludicrous or implausible the reasoning behind the bluff may be.
As you might expect, David Davis makes sense on the matter, here.
All Home Secretaries are ghastly, of course. But Jacqui Smith may be an even greater nuisance than previous holders of the office. That's tough competition when you recall that the field also includes Michael Howard, David Blunkett and Jack Straw. The latter, of course, shopped his own son to the police. But here's the lie being peddled by the gruesome Smith today:
Does anyone believe this? The sooner there's an election the better.
Can this really be true? Why yes my friends it can.
Emphasis added, of course. Makes you proud to live in this country doesn't it? Apparently the poor kid was convicted of the pretty heinous crime of waving-a-sword-about-in-a-public-place (an being photographed doing so, of course). This is the kind of country we now live in. Happy times, eh?
Question for the lawyers out there: if the police were somehow to access, say, Facebook pages that had been designated "For Friends' Viewing Only" would that constitute an illegal search? And, for that matter, even if your account is "public" what grounds do the police have for mounting this sort of fishing-expedition?
Simon Jenkins signed off from his Sunday Times column with a spankingly good piece last weekend:
Is Jacqui Smith, the home secretary, a pocket dictator? Is there no drop of liberalism in her veins, no concept of personal freedom, no fear of a repressive state? Or is she just another home secretary? This month she apparently felt obliged by dark forces beyond her control to add another weapon to the armoury of illiberal power. She wants to record at her Cheltenham communications headquarters every mobile phone call, text and internet message of every Briton living. This is close to madness.
The war on terror has been a wretched blind alley in British political history. It has revealed all that is worst in British government – its authoritarianism, its sloppiness and its unaccountability. Yet restoring the status quo ante will be phenomenally hard.
In all my years of writing this column, from which I am standing down, I have been amazed at the spinelessness of Britain’s elected representatives in defending liberty and protesting against state arrogance. They appear as parties to the conspiracy of power. There have been outspoken judges, outspoken peers, even outspoken journalists. There have been few outspoken MPs. Those supposedly defending freedom are whipped into obedience. I find this ominous.
I agree with every word of this. Will anything change? Probably not. Matters will have to get still worse before there's hope for a shift in attitude. And by then it will be too late.
Reviewing Thomas Frank's new book The Wrecking Crew: How Conservatives Rule, last week, Michael Lind wrote:
To which Tyler Cowen responded that Lind:
In one sense, I suppose it's true that conservatives have a more natural bent for satire. But the determining factor is - as Tyler suggests - sensibility, not policy. That is to say, much of the best satire - and Juvenal is a good example in this regard - rests upon the conviction that man is a fallen beast. The best days are long-gone, succeeded by an age of vulgarity, hucksterism and idiocy. The world is rattling along in a handcart; destination hell. One may rage against this or one may step aside and observe man's descent with a raised eyebrow and a half-amused, half-horrified grimace. See Evelyn Waugh for chapter and verse.
In that respect a Juvenal or an O'Rourke (or a Mencken) is conservative, even reactionary. And so too is Thomas Frank. He too believes that the wrong road was taken and that, if only the clock could be wound back, the people might be urged to prove themselves something other than witless boobies. In that sense, he's also a conservative in sensibility even if he'd reject the label in terms of practical policy. There was a time, he seems to think, when matters were more artfully and justly arranged. An Edenic paradise in which we romped before it all went so horribly wrong. O tempora, o mores indeed.
That belief is what distinguishes the angry - or sorrowful - satirist from a publication such as The Onion. The Onion, marvellous though it be, is essentially about humour, not satire. It aims to amuse, not to draw blood. It doesn't believe, the way the angry satirists do, that we live in uncommonly stupid times. This belief, of course, sits more comfortably with a conservative disposition. The left, after all, still remains more likely to believe in the possibility of progress, even of perfection, than the right. Raging satire tends to take the view that the people are fools, governed by knaves, that, in Mencken's famous phrase, "Democracy is the theory that the people know what they want and deserve to get it good and hard." In other words, the satirist occupies the middle ground - kicking the ankles of those who govern and the heads of those who are (mis)-governed. I'd guess Frank fits into this scheme too, since rage and despair are the satirists' friends.
Clive Crook pops back to Blighty and finds himself pining for the sanity and phlegmatic common-sense of life in the United States. Can't say I blame him. Consider this story, for instance: plans for a Christmas ice-rink in Bath have been abandoned after complaints that the temporary rink would be a magnet for paedophiles who could take advantage of it to "groom" children.
Seriously.
Not to get all Daily Mail on you, but not for the first, nor I fear last, time there's not much you can do except wonder what on earth is wrong with this country.
[Hat-tip: Mr Worstall]
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