10 June 2017

Election 2017

Seeing some of headlines in American newspapers of the UK election, I feel I should say something to my American friends. You may be aware that in the UK, we do not vote for Prime Minister (PM). It is even much more English than that, however. There actually is no PM in law per se. I was going to say ‘constitution’ but instead wrote ‘law’ because we have no constitution per se. Its all convention. Lovely, welcome to England. So by convention, the PM is typically the leader of the party with the most seats in the House of Commons. At the moment, Theresa May is that party leader.

As I live in the consistency of Dartford, I am voting for the Member of Parliament (MP) to represent Dartford in the Commons. This is only my second parliamentary election and I was much more clued in. This time around, I concluded that there are three things I might vote for: the party leader, the party manifesto, or the MP.

In this seven week election campaign (the last American presidential election campaign was more like 100 weeks), I found myself personally attracted to the personal views of the Labour party leader, to the views in the Green party manifesto, and to the personal views of Liberal Democrat party candidate running in my constituency. I am not sure how the typical British voter deals with this scenario.

The eventual outcome was that the Conservatives held the Dartford seat. Sure, I’m disappointed, but having met him at the hustings, I have no doubt that my MP is doing what he believes is best for our constituency and will do so in a civil, dignified, and respectful manner. I feel similarly about the PM. So while my view did not prevail in the election result, I retain a strong sense of hope that civility will rule the day, and I sincerely wish my MP and the PM well. That does not mean I am not determined to work toward my vision of the future. I just see bitterness as destructive, and as not ultimately serving my desired outcome. I got this attitude because it is all around me.

This is where the American headlines claim that the UK is as divided as America is completely wrong. There may be a similar difference of opinion in the terms of percentages from election results. But in terms of bitterness, vitriol, and cynicism, there is no contest. I love and miss the country of my birth much in the way that I love and miss my parents. I pine for more time with family and friends living there, but I do not miss for one second the delusional comparisons, the hyperbolic overreactions, or the spontaneous dehumanisation of anyone with a different political view that have become the norm in politics and media there.

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Polling station sign: milkround

Results graphic: The Guardian

03 June 2017

Sightseeing in Kent


A few weeks ago we went on a search for the Medway Megaliths which is about 20 miles from where we now live.  They are remains of large tombs from between 5000 and 6000 years ago.  This one is called Kit's Coty House.  I am continually amazed how much old man made stuff is still standing in this country.

Last week we went to the White Cliffs of Dover which are about 60 miles away.  Apparently they are made of chalk by a kind of algae.  The cliffs are visually quite striking.  Apparently huge parts of it collapsed in 2001 and 2012 and we are not supposed to go up to the edge, but I only learned that now on Wikipedia just now.  I guess I will not get as close if I go back.

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My beloved & I