Another one bites the dust!

Amber Rudd has fallen on her sword, or Teresa May's sword to be more exact. The past few weeks have been a disaster for an up-and-coming MP who seemed to have her head screwed on and was well respected by the public. Lying to parliament or struggling to remember targets that you have set yourself (whichever the case may be) is the sort of idiocy that ruins careers and makes everyone involved look very silly indeed. As such, a once potential leader of the Conservative party has been consigned to the back benches until enough time has past that people forget this transgression... except that she only won her seat at the last election by a handful of votes and might not win it at all after this mistake. To be honest, she should have been more prepared for the inevitable scandal because the curse of the Home Office has taken down many a politician. Teresa May came through a long stint unscathed, but she was mean spirited and cruel and laid the groundwork for her colleague's demise with her heartless policies. Full disclosure, I have a non-EU wife and thus have a particular axe to grind when it comes to Teresa May, in addition to her complete incompetence as Prime Minister.

Usually a rash of scandals, resignations and leaks is the sign of a government's impending demise. These particular scandals should be more damaging than most as well due to their nature. Most of the time political scandals involve cash for votes, dodgy expenses and sex (either shagging a secretary/rent-boy or hosting coke-fuelled, Nazi-themed orgies). We've had a bit of the latter with porn on an office computer and some light knee touching, but mostly the scandals have been about shadow diplomacy, incompetence and pathetic cover-ups. It's mostly been tame stuff but at the pointy end of government. Couple all that with reshuffles that don't actually shuffle anything and defeats in parliament (and impending defeats on key Brexit legislation in the House of Lords) and Teresa May should be finished.

Luckily for Mrs. May, the opposition is in equal disarray. The antisemitism row just won't go away for Labour (as surprising as that is in a country without a particularly large Jewish community or a great deal of sympathy for them) and Jeremy Corbin is taking every opportunity he can to prove that he can't be trusted to protect the nation or its citizens if he ever becomes PM. The Lib-Dems have a strong and well respected leader, but he is handcuffed by the student politicians who make up the party's ranks and the daft policies that are forced upon him: the elderly, who vote in droves, will never vote to legalise marijuana and everyone sees through their self-serving calls for votes for children and proportional representation (which will provide a few more seats for them but also guarantee weak governments, and a larger disconnect between local communities and Westminster). Until Labour supporters rejoin the real world and Lib-Dems grow up, there is no opposition to the least capable and most divided government of my lifetime.

So, the UK is doomed to drift rudderless into the dark storm of Brexit (which could and should have been a huge opportunity for an ambitious nation of innovators and traders). The country stumbles along while others thrive and inequality between generations, classes and entire regions of the country grows and cuts through society like a huge chasm. There's no fixing what's broken until one of the two main parties takes decisive action to replace their toxic leaders (or the Lib-Dems stop going for easy votes and put together a manifesto that normal people can actually take seriously - a lot of their policies on taxation, the economy and support for business make a lot of sense, but get ignored because of the ridiculous ones highlighted above). The whole thing makes me glad I'm far away from it all. As The Sun once commented when New Labour rose to power: the last one out, please turn off the lights.

Happy (Chinese) New Year

The 15th of February was Chinese New Year and, as I sad in the previous blog post, I am one of the lucky 外国人 (foreigners) who gets to experience this special event surrounded by a warm and very noisy Chinese family. This years celebrations were somewhat muted compared to the past few years, partly due to the ban on fireworks where I am (which was mostly followed) but also because of the rubbish new year show CCTV put on this year. The new year show is the centre piece of Chinese celebrations for many families and a talking point for months afterwards, but this year's version was so boring that not even the Chinese netizens (as they seem to like to be called) could think of anything witty to say about it. The performances were repetitive and unambitious, the singing was all pre-recorded and the songs were completely lacking in energy (apart from one song that was accompanied by two young dancers being shown up by a much older actor). Overall, it brought the night to an end on a disappointing anti-climax which was only just about tolerable due to the nobody else in my home drinking the copious amounts of booze I'd bought in preparation for the night.

For episode 427 of "The Whole World Has Lost the Plot!" a Chinese actress cam under fire for sending an snappagram picture of herself celebrating the festival with a caption wishing everyone a happy lunar new year. Chinese netizens (yes, them again) lost their collective shit over a Chinese woman, living in Vietnam, sending a message to the whole world with best wishes for a festival that is most associated with China but is also celebrated by many different countries and peoples thoughout Asia. Seriously, is there nothing that the internet won't get offended by?

The Fight for Chinese New Year's Soul

Spring Festival (Chinese New Year) is almost upon us and in China that means the biggest annual migration of people is about to commence so that workers spread all over the country can return home to be with family and take part in activities that celebrate the nations long and rich cultural history. Witnessing this event first hand as an outsider, as this writer has had the privilege to do the past few years, is quite astonishing and heartwarming. Major cities like Shanghai are emptied as everyone returns to their hometowns and lonely travelers are welcomed into homes across the country with warm smiles, mountains of food and far too many bowls (yes, bowls) of Chinese spirits. For most people it is a time of joy, camaraderie and pride in one’s community, society and the country. For others, with darker motives, it’s an opportunity for mischief, grandstanding and horrific displays of wanton cruelty.

       I am of course talking about the many cults that exist in the shadows of modern China and infect societies all over the world. The chief amongst these is Li Hongzhi’s Falun Gong. For those who are unaware of this cult, Falun Gong is a group that hides it’s destructive and hateful teachings behind a seemingly gentle public face and enormous PR machine (very much like Scientology). On the surface, they are a meditation/yoga group which preaches truthfulness, tolerance and forbearance, but it doesn’t take much to scratch below that top layer and reveal the destructive, homophobic and racist cult beneath (look here) Spring Festival has often been targeted by this cult as a prime PR opportunity to shape public opinion and gain sympathy for their cause.

       The main avenues of propaganda that Falun Gong has exploited in the lead up to this festival over the years have been “cultural extravaganzas,” Chinese New Year parades and a horrific self immolation event in January 2001. These also show the clear division between their activities in mainland China (sabotage, extortion and murder) and in the rest of the world (arts performances, public displays and leafleting).

Twitter as judge, jury and career executioner

The last couple of months have been dominated by one story that has blown up far beyond a reasonable level and is seemingly out of control. I'm obviously talking about the #Metoo bandwagon that pretty much everyone seems to be jumping on. Now, I'll start off with the obvious clarification that what some of these guys have allegedly done is reprehensible and I'm not defending them. The problem is that they don't get any chance to defend themselves at all before a Twitter storm announces that they are guilty and ends their careers. How many stories have we heard of a man being fired from his own company, or forced to resign or kicked off a project because someone has accused them of inappropriate behaviour? They key word here is accused because an accusation is not proof and, before Twitter, society generally used to need proof before condemning someone. Now all it takes is a person with a grievance to shout as loud as they can and everyone believes them. That's how the modern world appears to work.

I had thought that a government minister resigning because he once touched a journalist's knee many years ago would be the point that this whole thing ate itself... but it kept going. I thought a man claiming to have PTSD for months because another man touched his crotch once in a club was the point at which this all jumped the shark... but it kept going. Then I thought that a man killing himself because his life had been ruined by accusations, which he was never even given the details of, would be the point that everyone stood back and thought seriously about whether the public domain was the best place for sexual harassment claims to be made... but it kept going. Maybe all of these men did what they are accused of (isn't it odd that it just seems to be men?) but maybe not. The best way to find out is by reporting these things through the proper channels (be that the police for serious cases or employment tribunals for workplace incidents). At the moment, the goal of these people coming forward to scream #Metoo isn't exactly clear. Well, revenge seems to be a lot higher on the list of motivations than justice for many of these cases (Ellen Page). Maybe it's as simple as naming and shaming, which is a very childish tactic that undermines the judicial system and ruins lives without due process.

Perhaps the best thing to come out of this whole mess is that the methods for reporting sexual harassment and abuse will become clearer, simpler and more effective. That's got to be the goal that we strive for rather than making all men fearful of interactions with other people and the next witch hunt.

I think the one aspect that Twitter is actually useful for is exposing how widespread cases of sexual harassment seem to be, but I also think that could have been achieved without attaching names to the accusations. See Terry Crews's story for a perfect example of this. Obviously the New York Times has to take a fair share of blame for the way this has been handled. They set the tone and Twitter has just run with it.

This all makes Mike Pence seem like a genius rather than a dinosaur, which is an interesting side effect.

#NationalDay Blues

The National Day holiday is almost upon us in China (in fact, it starts tomorrow). It's unfortunately timed for anyone who works in the school system because they've just gone back to work and now they get another holiday. Sounds great, except that it's the last major holiday until Chinese New Year, which is very late this time around. Still, a holiday is here so it's time to make the most of it.　

Deadline Day

So today is the transfer deadline day: words that elicit a whole range of emotions from football fans and mass hysteria in the upper offices of football clubs. Anyone sensible would think that deadline day is a terrible time to get your transfer business done, considering that teams have had all summer to get the job done, the season actually started three weeks ago and deadline day usually ends with failed negotiations and panic buys. In some cases it makes sense for a transfer to only go through on the lat day. Long and arduous negotiations finally come to a head and life is beathed into moves that were long tought to be dead. In most cases, it seem like teams take a scatter-gun approach to the business and try to get just about anyone through the door. It makes for tedious, but often addictive television as rumour and counter-rumour follow each other on the yellow ticker and it seems that this season will be far more interesting than the past few, even if deals don't get done in the end.

What is the point of having a deadline on transfers anyway? I don't think I really know the answer to that. I vaguely remember there being some talk about it protecting smaller teams from having their players poached during the season, but it just leaves them having their players poached at a moment when they have no chance to replace them. If one of the super-rich teams comes in for a smaller team's best player and lets the whole world know about it through a convenient leak to the press, the smaller team has a hell of a hard time keeping the player who suddenly remembers that he always wanted to play for the bigger team because of ambition, or trophies or respect for the coach or whatever excuse they use to cover their greed for the bigger contract on offer. I suppose that's not entirely fair as there are some players who move for other reasons, but I think it covers most transfers and I haven't even mentioned the agents yet.

All in all, I think that the transfer window experiment has had its time and has just become a horrible, twisted parody of itself (like politics and blockbuster movies). I suppose it's a reflection of the vaccous and money obessed society we have become in 2017. The world is going to hell in a handbasket. Things were better in my day. Everyone has nodded towards the grumpy old man who said those words to them whilst ignoring them and wondering when the next instagram snap of that celebrity's beach holiday will be posted. I think the transfer deadline day is a sign that the grumpy old men were right (that and the instagram obsession). I don't really know what my point is here, but maybe it's that there's no getting off this ride to nowhere.

Wandering through the wilderness

For the last few months (maybe more than a few) by blof has been distracted by politics and cults. It wasn't what I set out to talk about, but they are issues that caught my interest and I think they are important ones to discuss. This month, I'd like to return to something a little less substantial. I want to address the barren wilderness that a summer break from work in China has become this year. I know that sounds bleak, but what I'm referring to is the lack of sports and foreign movies since the end of June.

Many of you readers (if there are any) are probably not aware that the number of foreign movies shown in China is restricted each year. The way around it is to make sure you involve a substantial contribution from Chinese investors or movie makers while you're shooting your masterpiece. It's why you're starting to see more Chinese faces in big blockbusters and exotic sounding production companies attached to them. In July, however, the restrictions are even tighter. From what I've been told, the idea is to prevent big Western movies being released during the busiest time for cinemas in order to support domestic movies. I don't think protectionism is the right way to go about this, but it's not up to me. As such, Spider-Man and Dunkirk will not be released over here for a couple more months and we are treated to yet another Monkey King abomination instead.

As for sports, the problem is not one of Chinese restrictions, but rather one of timing and taste. Pretty much the only thing a self respeting British man can watch during the summer is Formula 1. There is plenty of basketball and some baseball, but who wants to watch that. The biggest problems are the lack of meaningful football and totl blackout of the cricket. How could I survive such a baren landscape? Well, I've had to turn to my other hobbies... beer and Xbox. I should probably do some reading, but I'm a bit stuck for what to read. When I think of something, I'll let you know.