Happy Birthday to the Swarms

Another victim of unrestrained capitalism 

It’s my birthday today, and thanks to everyone who thought of me. It’s very good to be alive.
To the left of these words are pictures of a lifeless infant washed up from the Mediterranean last week as his family were trying to escape from the carnage that is taking place in Syria.
He won’t be celebrating his next birthday on planet earth, and this image puts any reason for celebration into perspective.

A few days earlier 71 rotting corpses were found in the back of a truck in Austria, of migrants trying to escape the oppressive conditions in their homeland. What links these two tragedies is not only the inhumanity of man to man but also the love of money that drives some to wickedly obscene human trafficking.

I’m reminded of Oscar Wilde’s observation that many people know the cost of everything but the value of nothing.

Yet PM Cameron had the brass neck to describe these refugees as a swarm.
When I think of the dismantling of the NHS, the privatisation of British Rail and the closure of the UK mining industry I am tempted to bracket migrant abuse together with them as symptoms of an uncaring world, putting profit first and social cohesion last. 

The FT has published a list of economic eggheads signing a diatribe condemning re-nationalisation. It says nothing of caring for the weak or the sick. It was such apologists who opposed the formation of the NHS, and the nationalisation of railways and mines. 

These immature children may have made a similar economic case for shutting out refugees. 

What vermin these eggheads are.
Is there any more appropriate word to describe such an inhuman commentary?

The only way forward is to embrace the oppressed. 

Published by Rob

Now 70, I'm getting back into website development and brand protection, as well as showcasing the delightful artistic talents of my beautiful wife Lynne. My projection will encompass a lifetime of database marketing, as well as the Christian democratic socialist ideals of my wife and I.

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