The C word



How many politicians go into politics, do you think, yearning to be the epitome of the oily, corrupt, elected representative their constituents eagerly line up to distrust? I’d posit a ratio of One in Ten thousand; if that.

Yet puzzlingly, it seems the ultimate fate of those who hold power. Why? What is it about power that corrupts: apart from the mountain of yes-minions, fat dinners, foreign trips and catering of all whims, what could possibly go wrong? The combination convinces the official theirs is the summum bonum of importance to their surroundings: without them, the world disintegrates. Who wouldn’t be seduced by all that?

I wonder if the answer isn’t rather simple? A word, in fact. It’s what I call The C Word. The word that begins with C and ends in Ompromise.

Now, I stabled my high horse before settling down to write so there’s no use mounting yours to decry this as arrant, myopic nonsense. Dialogue clearly requires diplomacy and generosity of spirit if agreement is to be reached between parties who start at opposite ends of a spectrum. But hold a moment. The C word requires relinquishing principles, values, ideals. Are they martyred for the greater good or mere expediency? Either way, this seems to me to corrode the spirit. Chipping away at foundations on which we stand eventually leads to sinking into the mire, all stability of balance lost.

Agreement within ourselves neither to inflict nor sustain harm – as sound a definition of Justice as any I know – [not mine, alas: Plato’s] has the happy consequence of a justly lived life. And by living justly, we treat others justly; such are the ripples in a sea of content.



5-14-2011-12-06-11-amThink back to the last Friday in May, if you will? It was the day Fifa members spent too long in the sun and muddled their decision over its leadership. Have a squint at the post below entitled Acrasia to refresh yourselves.

The collective gasp, that intake of breath by sentient creatures the world over seems to have been akin to that moment a fire gathers itself in preparation for exponential explosion.

Today, zipardi doo dah, Fifa’s Ethics Committee (yes, its existence does seem something of an oxymoron) has found Sepp Blatter and Uefa’s Michel Platini guilty of abusing their executive powers. Yet, this desperate duo still yodels of purity of intention and action.

Do you remember the Ceaușescu’s were reported shouting their innocence into the faces of their firing squad on Christmas Day? It seems Blatter and Platini are as seeped in their delusion today as Nicolae and Elena were in 1989.

What oh what occurs to a human being when granted (or grabs) a divine right to rule? It appears the fabric of their mind qua conscience is rewoven; or becomes stretched; or mired in molasses; or rips.

It won’t be the last time this sort of thing happens. Perhaps we could resolve for 2016 to be bolder and resist allowing jaw-dropping cheek to go un-checked … and un-chequed?