Tuesday, July 20, 2010

FAT CATS, FELONS AND PHILISTINES


Picasso's Cat and A Wounded Bird

Just back home from UK after spending some time with my father in Crewe, a railway town, 4 miles from Nantwich, an old Roman salt mining town, in the heart of Cheshire. (Spent a weekend in London during that time with my daughter Emma. We had great fun! ... Next blog) I kissed my dad goodbye and asked him not to stand at the gate and wave me down the street, as I trundled away with my suitcase, but he ignored my wishes, becoming frailer and frailer, as I turned to blow yet another kiss. I was glad to turn the corner. 'Goodbyes' aren't half as much fun as 'hellos!' I'd a half hour walk to the railway station. I could have organized a taxi, but I wanted one last look at the sameness, the uniformity of well-ordered gardens with the same bedding plants and shrubs, the gleaming cars outside freshly-painted garages, so alien to the more random nature of Ireland. The sky was ominously grey, and with no coat, I hoped the heavens wouldn't open until I was on the train to Liverpool.

As I turned into Wistaston Avenue, where I had once delivered morning newspapers many years previously, I was dragged into the present by a searing, screeching cry. A grey cat ran out across the road in front of me with a blackbird, fixed firmly in an unrelenting mouth. The bird was still alive and fighting for its life! The cat kept going, so too did the painful cries of the bird. There was nothing I could do, and within a few seconds,  the blackbird's cries had evaporated. He was probably dead now and streets away . I aimed myself once more for the station, disheartened and muttering to myself, about how a cat that was so obviously well fed, still felt the need to attack and kill an indefensible songbird. 'Cruel, greedy bastard,' I thought. Now, its not as if my own cat, Scout doesn't bring home birds and mice as tokens of her affection for those that feed and love her, and I do get cross with her, but there is something terribly upsetting about witnessing suffering at close quarters, and being powerless to help.

   

It wasn't long before my mind moved onto the greed of mankind, and why so many of us are never, ever satisfied. The global financial downturn has been severely aggravated by indemic governmental mis-management and a scornful 'take-all' attitude adopted towards expenses and party contributions by governments all across Europe, not withstanding the government and senate here in Ireland, which has to be top of the political greed league. Meanwhile there are three British MPs undergoing legal investigations into their financial transactions and Sarkosy, president of France isn't looking so 'cosy' following the L'Oreal debacle. Fat cats maybe, but I would go so far to call them felons.
       Sean Fitzpatrick - Fat Cat - Felon Extraordinaire

My ears pricked up recently, when I heard that Sean Fitzpatrick, shamed ex Anglo boss, wanted to cut a deal with his debtors, by giving them a stake in his Nigerian investments which would net them more than he  owes presently, if they just hang in there with him. Having been out of the country, I don't know whether he succeeded or not, but that's not my beef. Try selling that one to those who are losing their homes and livelihoods every day in this country. Try selling it to small businesses that are going under, because the banks that have been rescued by the tax-payer won't extend or increase overdrafts. Try selling that one to those dying of Aids because they can't afford life-saving medication. Try selling that to those who can't afford revolutionary, 'cutting edge' treatment for cancer. Try selling that to nurses, doctors and management in hospitals, who have to make daily decisions (mindful of budgetary constraints) whether to give an old person the necessary medication he/she requires to prolong their lives. Try selling that one to parents of mentally and physically disabled children, who cannot access special education needs.




I had occasion to visit Maynooth College for an interview on the North Campus recently, which, by any architectural standards, is drab and depressing. Crossing the bridge into the original campus and seminary of Maynooth, the architecture and gardens are more pleasing to the eye, but without any preconceptions, I found it difficult to appreciate those surroundings in the same way I did, University College Cork, because of an inability to disassociate its beauty from recent revelations of how clerical institutions abused their power in society, by preying upon poor indefensible children. It all seemed so fake. I felt extremely uneasy there, and there was something particularly disturbingly ironic about the above statue erected in 1993 in dedication to Cardinal Daly. 

This is not a 'bash everyone and everything blog' by any stretch of the imagination, and I am an optimistic person by nature. Sometimes I just feel sad that history just keeps on repeating itself. Is it being cynical to believe that the sole intention of American and British intervention in Afghanistan and Iraq, is not to restore democracy, civil order and gender equality, but has more to do with mineral and oil reserves and the transportation routes of same. Not unlike Caesar, who was only waiting to expand his empire westwards into Gaul, who did so in the guise of a response to a cry for help from the ruling tribes of under-seige Marseilles, the 9/11 disaster provided a similar opportunity many centuries later. Reading a book, 'The Wars Against Saddam: Taking the Hard Road to Baghdad' by journalist and news reporter, John Simpson at the moment, and the crushing cruelty of this dictator is undeniable. I find myself asking the question, why it took so long to take him out? Why didn't George Bush I continue on into Baghdad  to finish off Saddam and his reign of terror, following his invasion of Kuwait? Why, why, why? Was it a matter of keeping Saddam there as a buffer against Syria etc.? Who knows?



           Saddam victorious! - Saddam defeated!

Back to the Fat Cats of society, who are prepared to walk on anyone or anything by fair or felonious means, gift-wrapped in the pin-striped suits of respectability and decency (not the archetypal hoodies that we're all warned against, and in some shops, patrons are being asked to remove their headgear). I would describe these 'suits' ( a phrase coined by the late Gerry Ryan, RTE radio and TV presenter in relation to his RTE bosses) as 'philistines'. Therefore it will take the courage of every 'David' amongst us, every single 'small' essence of mankind to fight against and rehabilitate the 'Goliaths' of this world.



                        David and Goliath

Finally, there was a huge outpouring of financial support in response to the Tsunami disaster, and I believe that may have been because we were witnessing the destruction, devastation and struggle for survival as it was happening, on our TV screens, and felt powerless to help (back to the cat and the bird). This disaster was a natural disaster however, there are so many disasters that could be avoided.

Sometimes, I suspect, perhaps naively, that the Fat-Cats of our society forget that in the jostling of numbers, economic, domestic and foreign policies etc. they are gambling with the lives of real innocent people.

This is a rather rambling blog, which is not unusual for me, and all I can say is the next one will, at least, be of a  happier nature ... honestly!!

 
                              A little 'David'

Smiles and hugs.



Ciao for now!

3 comments:

Transylvanian Miss said...

I've noticed a trend with your blog posts, they are always of a very deep thought process. And this one is no different.

Society will always have it's "fat cats", human nature dictates, that some of us shall always be greedier than others. However when you look at governments etc, in this country for example, one must remember it is the people who have voted them in.
We have no-one to blame but ourselves; it would be lovely to think they could be trusted but as you said history repeats, and this is no different.
I always find that point frustrating; it is as though we as humans never learn from our mistakes, we just keep making them over and over.

We place trust implicitly in institutions where it should not have been placed to begin with. Human nature causes us to be taken in by con-men over and over again; and it is this very same human nature that allows some people to be con-men.

Ugh frustrating :)

As for the real fat cats; unfortunatly no matter how well fed, as my dad used to say.
"Nature will out, in the eye of the beast."
Instinct will always cause them to hunt and kill even when it is not needed. But they're still cute ;)

Well umm I think that was suitably rambly and ill thought out. But I did enjoy the post :)
always,
Bilinda.

Maureen Walsh said...

I totally agree with you. In a way, we have the governments that we deserve, since we elected them to power. However, I wouldn't agree that we have the banking or religious institutions that we deserve! People plainly and simply TRUSTED them!

I think one of the main points I was trying to make was that its one thing to see the gift of a bird or mouse dead on the kitchen or bedroom floor, but quite another to see the bird or mouse struggling for life, while still in the cat's mouth and to just stand there and say, 'well that's just nature'and do nothing to save its life given the opportunity, is what I have the beef with!

Its one thing to protect one's boundaries; that is entirely feasible, but it is an entirely different matter to invade another country as a 'do-gooder', and then proceed to plunder, rape and pillage the life out of it.

There was very little that could have been done to prevent the Tsunami tragedy as it was a natural disaster, but the huge loss of life brought about
through wars, drought, the greediness of the West IS avoidable to a large extent. While one might say 'well that's just human nature'...well maybe. But what do we do about it? Do we just accept it and get on with our day to day lives, living to die, rather than dying to live.

When the farmers took a stand back in the 80's, they drove their sheep towards Dail Eireann and the government of the day listenend to their plight, because the farmers had such huge lobbying power, not so today, I suspect.

Party politics does not work. The party whip process makes it extremely difficult for the 'Davids'(the ilk of the late Jim Kemmy, Dr. Noel Browne, Tony Gregory) of this country/world to ever bring real change. If an aspiring politician with flair, vision and compassion disagrees and votes contra the elderlemons of the party, the whip is withdrawn. His voice and vote has been removed from the argument.

Anyway, there was another rant. Two for the price of one.

Thanks for your comments B. X

Transylvanian Miss said...

I agree with you completely.

Natural disasters as you said we can do very little about, other than try and do our best when they happen.

As for the disasters that occur of a not so natural beginning? Well we keep on trying to prevent those, however, it seems there are still too many people with a see no, hear no evil approach. And better the devil you know always seems to be the solution to them.

Yes, the people did trust the religious and banking institutions, but to me I have never, and will never trust a thing where money for the most part is the at its root. Not only that, but they are institutions run by human men subject to flaws and faults like any human. Therefore implicit trust like the trust that was placed in it I don't agree with.

We were burned and rightly so but people should learn from their mistakes, but it seems we have not, (yet anyway :) )

I'm not saying that was the case for it all and sometimes we do learn. But as a race who for the most part can be quite good we do let ourselves down quite a bit.

I love it when something really inspires a bit of debate. It's one of the things I miss about uni.

always,
Bilinda