You leave the country for one weekend…

And the government falls again. You’d think the old rightwing parties, VVD and CDA had learned from their experiences with the LPF, but once again an extreme rightwing populist party has brought down a neoliberal government. This at the end of seven weeks of very serious negotiations about the 16 billion euros of spending cuts the three parties were engaged in, spending cuts that are now off the table.

Though unlikely to remain so for long, at least this will give the opportunity for the leftwing parties in parliament to minimise these cuts and steer them in the right direction, e.g. by ending the Dutch participation in the JSF. The collapse of the PVV support for the minority government will also mean the likely end of already agreed upon cuts, e.g. in the social workplaces, as well and just as important, the end of support from the other two parties for the PVV’s idee fixes, like the burqa ban.

Even more importantly, though Wilders and co will still be around after the next elections, this will probably be their high water mark, their moment of greatest power. As I’ve written about time and again, Wilders had to walk the tightrope between populism and power. He knew that if he had gone into a proper coalition government, he ran the risk of ending up like the LPF, splintered between the two old dirty fighters of Dutch politics, while if he had gone into opposition, his base would’ve deserted him because he couldn’t achieved anything that way, as had happened to the SP before. So he ended up with what looked like the best of both worlds, supporting a minority government while not having any governmental responsibility himself, yet he and his party still got into trouble anyway. And the voters have started to leave already, even before this happened.

The final result of this fall is the end to the myth that we need to make tough, harsh decisions right now, as no earlier date than 12 September for elections seems likely to be decided upon, while any drastic measures before that seem unlikely as well. And with that, the idea that we do need to conform to the EU demands for a budget deficit no larger than three percent of GDP seems less likely too.

A win all around than.

Fear and greed in ConDem Britain

Even back in 1999, when I visited Britain for the first time, I noticed the advertising everywhere, much more persistent and omnipresent than in the Netherlands. Coming back now, more than half a decade after the last time I visited, the differences are even more noticable. It’s not just the amount of advertising, in the streets and on the telly, but what’s being advertised: pensions, quick ways to borrow money, all sorts of dodgy insurance, including schemes to get back the money you’ve lost in a previous insurance scam, and so on.

What’s more –and this may be a Plymouth thing– is the huge number of security warnings I’ve seen on the streets here, warning you not to drink alcohol in public, not to jump off some wall, not to skateboard, to be aware that this pub or shop doesn’t take kindly to shoplifters or drug use, that police in this area may be using head cams, and so on. The culmulative effect is an aura of insecurity and fear hanging over the neighbourhoods these warnings appear in.

Finally there are the shop fronts, where outside the tourist areas and big shopping malls it seems everything is being taken over by the kind of shops thaqt prey solely on the desparate working and under classes: cash converters, quick loan fixers, ambulance chasers, pound shops, with only the charity shops and occasional Polish or other ethnic supermarket still holding on.

The end result is a country where fear rules the streets, the only refuge the shopping malls.

Plymouth: closure

So the scattering of ashes didn’t quite go to plan, as Sandra’s sons weren’t quite up for it yet. Too recent, too raw. Instead I’ve left the urn and all with them, so they can do it when they’re ready. In the meantime i’ve had my own private ceremony, scattering some of the ashes into Plymouth Sound, giving Sandra back to nature.

It’s a sort of closure though the mourning will continue.

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Today we did the touristy thing, going around some of the places Sandra loved in Plymouth: the Elizabethan house and garden in the Barbican, the Aquarium, having a cream tea in one of the tearooms. Then I went and showed my parents around where she used to live, all around the not so touristy bits of Mannamead.

I took a shedload of pictures, but the barebones linux system on the minilaptop I’ve got with me can’t really do much with them, so I’ll put them up when I’m back home.

Tomorrow we’re going to scatter the ashes.

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