When the
Government's Culture Secretary resigned last week I was really quite pleased:
she was someone in whom I had no reason to be confident and for whom I had
developed a personal dislike (based only on her public persona). When her
replacement was appointed I was dismayed: his life-experience thus far is not suffused
with an informed, authoritative understanding of what he is now charged with
nurturing. But the tradition of the amateur manager is at the heart of the
British political system so, in that respect, there has been no change. I will
do my bit to remedy this at the ballot box when I am next granted the
opportunity.
Meanwhile, the
little things in life distract me from troubling over big issues. For example, I
used to have a perfectly good arrangement with Lovefilm whereby, for a small
monthly subscription, they would post me films of my choice on DVDs. It was simple
and pleasurable: I liked the anticipation of opening the post box, the
satisfaction of an evening's film-watching from the armchair and the smug sense
of completion on posting it back. All of this was overturned when Amazon
gobbled up Lovefilm, rebranded it Amazon Prime Instant Video and sent me a leaflet
which must have been compiled by or for teenagers, since I don't understand
what it is telling me. I have cancelled my subscription until such time as I can
find a translator for its over-enthusiastic jargon.
Shortly
afterwards my computer died, not only putting an end to the resentment which
has built up around my paying an annual charge for data back-up in The Cloud
but also freeing up some time for me to read the papers. An article which caught
my eye was the sale by Southwark Council of a garage in an alleyway for
£550,000 - not surprising, given the fast-accelerating property values in the
capital, but a marker none-the-less: publicly owned assets being sold into
private hands is never good news as it represents short-term gain in the face
of declining public provision. In another article I learned that the council tax
on a £136 million penthouse in Westminster is less than that for the average
family house in Blackburn. But it was a third article, a review of the thesis
behind Professor Thomas Piketty’s book Capital
in the 21st Century, which helped me to join the dots.
Since the
greed of the financial sector was exposed by the collapse in 2008 of its
intricately constructed financial 'products', there has been growing debate around
the effectiveness of the capitalist economic model to raise the standard of
living for the whole of the world's population. Professor Piketty says that not
only will it not happen, we will all in fact get poorer - all but the very rich,
who will become even richer. The Professor has based his pronouncement on
empirical evidence that inequality of wealth is accelerating around the world,
undermining both social cohesion and entrepreneurial innovation.
As any
determined plutocrat knows (and as Karl Marx pointed out) real wealth lies not
in the vagary of employment - no matter how well-paid - but in the ownership of
assets and capital. The majority of the population is not only excluded from
such ownership but also denied the alternative of a decent wage by the momentum
toward monopolisation of capital. Meanwhile the degradation of the public
sector continues as it is forced into a fire-sale of its (our) assets. The
Professor prescribes the redirection of taxes from income to property as one
way to curb capitalism's excesses.
Armed with
this insight acquired from an hour spent reading the paper I reckon I could do
quite a good job of running the economy. I would be, after all, just as
qualified as, say, the Culture Secretary. But I almost forgot: the Government
doesn't run the economy, it's the other way around.
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