An Ethical Market?

Ever since that disastrous collapse of the pound, following Liz Truss’s mistaken assumption that as Prime Minister she could do anything and disregard protocols that did not suit her, I have been following the vicissitudes of the pound against the dollar. A rudimentary check daily as to what the exchange rate stands at today. A very unscientific approach perhaps, since I have no idea what the dollar is doing against other significant currencies.

However what is apparent is that the market, or those who direct its movements, don’t like to see governments at odds with the well-being of their people. Another person might argue that it is due to the action of the unions that the pound is falling again. A fear of economic instability. But that is not how I read it.

Yesterday an image of the former chancellor, who I maintain got us into this trouble before he became Prime Minister, serving food at some form of support kitchen for the homeless and under paid. All teeth and bonhomie. It was sickening. This is the man who refuses to consider asking for an independent review update now the economy is on fire but instead rests on suggestions from that body based on figures produced before the economy went volatile.

Absconding from one’s duty to defend the well-being of the nation, particularly while pointing the finger at others, making placatory statements, as if one was not responsible for, nor had any power over events, is the mark of a scoundrel. Did we not see that during the Covid lockdown when this person was fined for attending a works party with the then Prime Minister. One of the only two government officials to be so fined, while the civil servants were scattered as scapegoats to satisfy the nation’s thirst for blood.

I was not surprised to find the pound had fallen again today and is fast approaching the level it stood at during the worst of the financial collapse. It appears the market has greater moral and ethical standing than the current government.

All I ask is that the present incumbent align with the best for this nation, for Britannia, not runs about looking for sound bites and snapshots while doing the bidding of the world bank or other authority which has no allegiance to this country.

Still, only another two years and we may have a chance to elect our own prime minister.

It leaves me singing

“Oh the games people play now, every night and every day now, never meaning what they say now, never saying what they mean.

While they wile away the hours, in their ivory towers, till they’re covered up with flowers, in a black limousine.

Look around tell me what you see, what’s happening to you and me, God grant me the serenity to just remember who I am.

Cause you’ve given up your sanity, for your pride and your vanity, turned your back on humanity, and you don’t give a da da da.”

With thanks to Joe South.

Author: Keith Armstrong

Dance teacher, writer, film-maker, educationalist, enthusiast.

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