Friday, March 14, 2014

Farewell Bob Crow

I decided to bide my time before making comment upon the death of an enemy, Bob Crow, as I did not want to fall for the temptation to say something inconsiderate.

Bob Crow was an enemy of the state, an enemy of the people.  An enemy of mine.

This was a man who called regular strikes on the London Underground, almost seemingly for fun – a power trip for a spiteful man, in battle against those who have almost eradicated the disease of socialism.

Someone who would think nothing of damaging the London economy to receive some minor personal gain and/or benefits to his followers.  A man who thought it his right to have a council house when on £100k a year salary when many others are homeless.

A man who wished Margaret Thatcher, upon news of her passing, to rot in hell.

Yet he was a hero to a small community for those same reasons, and from what I gather, a personable and amiable person to those he dealt with – even those he loved to hate.

More importantly, he was a reminder of the perils of socialism – mass strikes, economic chaos, etc that Mrs Thatcher and others (yes even Blair and Brown) have fought to eradicate to give everyone the opportunity of a better life.

He was a reminder of the importance of the fight against socialism and communism in this delicate economic and political climate experienced within many advanced countries such as ours.  A reminder that we should not let our guard down against the red peril.  A reminder that we should not fall for cheap Labour or UKIP-style populism when requiring serious decisions about the future of the economy, power-supply, the health-service, education and infrastructure in the country.

He was a reminder of the dark days of the 1970’s when unions succeeded into bringing the country into chaos for their own selfish desires, often for their own pathetic power games.  A reason to despise trade unions and ensure that they are the enemy of those that want to get on in life.

Trade Unions should not be there for the political battles of the likes of Bob Crow and Len McCluskey – they should be there to look after the rights of all workers, they shouldn’t be anathema to a hard-working man from Hull – someone of my northern working-class background should not view them as the enemy.

But by regularly causing misery to normal people through their pathetic strikes, disregard for the working man, and downright disrespect for the sadly deceased Margaret Thatcher, Bob Crow and his trade union became a symbol of what myself and so many people across the country despise (or maybe a symbol of defiance for those dreaming of being the next North Korea/Cuba/Venezeula).

I hope that the next leader of the RMT is more amicable in nature and we can avoid pointless strikes, the subsequent needless damage to the economy and the damage to the reputation of trade unions and those members that want to get on within their particular organisation whilst living and working in a prosperous country.

Bob Crow will be remembered as a character in a political world peppered with dullards such as the Milibands and the Cleggs.  A world of politics which is losing interest to many outside the Westminster bubble.  Where the main parties seemingly increasingly sound alike.

And you know what – I think I will miss him.