WEEKENDER: Rewilding, or Food Production?

Read: https://www.rhs.org.uk/shows-events/rhs-chelsea-flower-show/news/2022/rewilding-garden 

                                         

The woke judges were having a laugh at our expense here; this view can be seen in a corner of any allotment in Britain. It must have been the poohsticks that did it. This is not rewilding, it is total neglect, why would anyone actually want this view from the kitchen window?

As with so much today, every week has items that contradict what was said last week.

Much is the result of total chaos in the world today and incompetent governments and this is just one example.

Rewilding is every green's wet dream. Who could not want wildflower meadows at the bottom of the road as portrayed in the statements about rewilding. The fact that motorways have been re-wilding with very mixed results for decades now has conveniently been forgotten. 

I pick on wild flower meadows as I know a bit about them. They are extremely difficult to start up and maintain: as with the motorway seeding and some farm efforts, after the first year usually one species, the strongest remains, all others die out or are subsumed.

So what do they mean by rewilding? Is it a pre-homo sapiens world of wolves, dark forests, swamps, impenetrable scrubland, beaver-dammed rivers, and locals in bear skins foraging for berries?

The web site of Rewilding Britain is not that explicit about what the overall effect of all this might be, or the purpose. It conveys an image of long lost species coming back or being introduced into areas that don’t really want the experience. Golden Eagles being introduced as they have in some places, means farmers have to factor in 10% losses of lambs which naturally increases prices; RB consider such moves as beneficial and we should take the hit as we benefit from the rewilding, or so they would have us believe.

What benefits the average person gets from all this is moot. It is rather like the movement to get black people into the countryside because it is 'too white', yet all over the world black people are leaving the countryside for the cities - why anyone should think it will be different here is a mystery.

The site shows an award-winning Chelsea flower show garden in the city (see above) This has nothing to do with rewilding, it is a trendy image portrayed in many ‘award’ winning gardens of late: the shabby allotment look.

Cattle of various long lost pedigrees are shown as being re-introduced, such as Bison. This rather flies in the face of the green movement that would have all cattle culled as they fart and are killing the atmosphere; if you believe that you will believe anything, nonetheless the gullible are beginning to believe this stuff and the vegan shelves are bulging with overpriced vegetable-based items, and manufacturers are rubbing their corporate hands with delight at being able to charge more for an item that has had the expensive ingredients left out.

No wonder he is smiling!

                                                                                               

There can be no doubt in my mind that the green lobby/movement is advancing its ideals on all fronts at the same time, with climate change the driver behind it all.

It is no coincidence that drive to so-called sustainable is leading a push to change the way we live. Once again a minority is attempting to shape the future for the majority using scare tactics that proved so successful during and after the pandemic. The old adage ‘if you tell a lie often enough people will believe it’ has never been more true.

A good example this week is the announcement by Cambridge University that it is set to drop beef and lamb from its menu as a part of  its 'sustainable' food plan. They credit the plan with with causing a 33% drop in carbon emissions for food in the university. Other colleges are putting meat and even fish at the bottom of the menu and only on certain days and are blatantly putting a surcharge on it if you have the gall to order.

They claim the move is being driven by the students. I wonder what all students actually think and not just the activists. There are currently around 600,000+ vegans in the country; that is a small albeit growing part of the population but again the protest groups are getting their way, and please don’t tell me it makes a meaningful difference.

https://www.pressreader.com/uk/western-morning-news/20200716/281754156625824

The change to organic food production has not been the success they told us it would be,:premium prices in a time of spiralling inflation for a dubious gain……..

https://bigthink.com/life/does-organic-food-harm-the-environment/

https://www.technologyreview.com/2019/10/22/132497/sorryorganic-farming-is-actually-worse-for-climate-change/

This one is good, they equate a financial success with changing from uneconomic farming to a camp site as a triumph for rewilding. The loss of food production is ignored: you can’t eat tents. They also use giving up almost everything we enjoy and buying crappy land with as a way forward; let them lead the way.

https://letsrewild.org/economics-of-rewilding/

At a time of rising populations worldwide, rewilding of productive land will cause shortages of foodstuffs, in the same way that we have neglected to build the infrastructure to ensure energy reliance on the back of our own resources.

These green lobbyists can’t have it all. In an advanced world populations are not going to take a step backwards and live in yurts and take up smallholdings. It is not a practical solution, unless you are a celeb who can afford to go off grid; for the other 99% it is nonsense.

The current financial crisis should pull the plug on this nonsense, yet governments still cave to the minority pressure groups at a time when they should be looking after the majority. Somehow the latter sort of government has flown the coop; we are now run by governments who only want to stay in power; the people (see Brexit) are at best a nuisance and worse, are totally ignored.

In Holland the government has already taken a step too far in this direction. The results were inevitable in a country that has such a huge agricultural base. No-one is listening to the majority there, either.

https://www.survivethenews.com/farmers-protest-riot-over-hollands-war-on-livestock-farming-to-protect-environment-from-nitrogen-pollution-video/

As with the rest of the western world they have convinced themselves that farm animals are the enemy of the environment.

As is anything else that goes against the agenda, even making money for people has risks now.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-62085294

Rewild, go green, at your peril!

FRIDAY MUSIC: Johnny Hallyday, by JD

Hallyday was once called "the French Elvis", "a hip swiveling, leather-clad Gallic answer to Elvis Presley who shook up his home country's music scene with American-style rock-n-roll and bad-boy antics." He remained largely unknown outside the Francophone world and was sometimes described as "the biggest rock star you've never heard of."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Hallyday

LIFE: Suburban siege, by Sackerson

It starts around five a.m., before the school cockerel across the way begins his crazy yelling.

The neighbour’s cat is waiting by the kitchen door, strategically placed so she will catch my eye when I go down to make the tea. She breathes in a sachet of catmeat and comes upstairs a few minutes later to remind me that she wants Go-Cat to follow.

She is very skittish. Almost her first act as a kitten was to hurtle up a tall conifer on the other side of her owner’s fence; after several ladder attempts, it took a tree surgeon in climbing gear to get her. Later we heard the owner saying, ‘If you go up that tree again Mummy’s going to be very cross with you.’

And very greedy. At one point it was three packets a day from us, over and above what she was getting at home. At first we thought she was a tom, so nervous and impulsive was she; we still use the male and female pronouns interchangeably; she’s a trans cat. What dispelled all doubt as to her assigned gender was when the pink buttons began to protrude from her fair round belly.

Then it’s the ants. The patch of lawn out front has a mound fit for crown green bowling. There was more than one colony, the pest control man said, as he set out the bait for the ones who invaded our living room. Repointing the bottom course of bricks hadn’t deterred them, they’d chewed a fresh route through the mortar in weeks. Those larger ones are gone, but now the smaller outdoor lot are blackening the double glazed windows of our porch as they prepare to fly, so I have to leave the outer door open until nightfall. I haven’t the heart to poison them; they were here before us and our thirties semi.

As evening falls the slugs begin their attack. They come from the back garden, fresh from chewing the clematis, and get into the kitchen; how, we’re not sure, but the heavy door has sunk on its hinges a bit and left a sliver of a crack at the top, though we’ve never caught them crossing. Switch on the light and there they are, climbing the cupboards, getting under the toaster, leaving gossamer threads by the sink, slobber on the cat’s plate and a well-worn silver trail by the kickboards. There are large and small, orange and leopard-spotted ones; one night, going out to the bin, I saw what looked like a naval battle group, the aircraft carrier in the centre.

I have a sneaking regard for their tenacity, but they have to go. I pick them up with kitchen paper; they curl up like soldiers awaiting a beasting; a flick of the wrist sends them back into the dark void. Light, that’s the key: for the last few days I’ve left a work surface fluorescent tube on and it’s been no-shows ever since. Energy costs are zooming, but it’s a toss-up between the electricity meter and the cost of kitchen paper and bursts of multi-surface cleaner.

Night, and absurdly long-legged spiders stalk across the carpet while we watch TV. I think they come up from below the gas fire and back boiler; there’s another air vent at the foot of what was the front room chimney in the through lounge; it won’t have been through the hole high in the wall British Gas made us have, that blew down a steady stream of cold air until we blocked it, only untaping it for the annual service. Funny how spiders freeze when you look at them; so do the slugs.

Annually it’s the wasps, getting aggressive in the autumn. One year they used the ventilation brick below the damp proof course to build a nest in the wallspace, and we could hear a regular loud thrumming as they cooled their over-insulated home.

And of course we feed the birds, even though sunflower hearts have doubled in price since the war in Ukraine, where they come from. It’s a pleasure to see sparrows, tits, finches, robins, starlings, even a rare tree-creeper or spotted woodpecker; not so much the squirrels, eating from the feeders upside down like a man doing a trick with a pint; nor the insatiable pigeons and villainous magpies. Occasionally owls hoot, hunting along the dual carriageway; they nest in the park, from where we can also catch the sound of woodpeckers.

If only we could afford to live in the country, where intensive farming, insecticides and the persecution of dairy herds almost guarantee peace and quiet for wealthy incomers in their new-build Linden and Persimmon executive homes.

COLOUR SUPPLEMENT: Bull Run (la fiesta de San Fermin)

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Monumento_al_Encierro.JPG

It is that time of the year again, when the whole world descends on Pamplona (Navarra) in Spain for the Fiesta de San Fermin. The annual 'running of the bulls' has been cancelled for the past two years and I can see from the Spanish media there is an eager anticipation at the return of what is, let's face it, a massive tourist attraction and a very large contribution to the local economy. And I have seen and heard that the running of the bulls will be broadcast live each day as usual via rtve.es https://www.rtve.es/

The fiesta begins on the 6th of July and this moment is marked by a rocket – the “Txupinazo.” All morning, crowds gather in the “Plaza Ayuntamiento” and at midday the Mayor and members of the Council step out onto the balconies of the Town Hall to announce “Pamploneses, Pamplonesas, Viva San Fermín! Gora San Fermín!” (people of Pamplona, long live San Fermín!)

The crowd responds with cries of “Viva!” and “Gora!” and the rocket is launched into the sky. The explosion of the fireworks rocket is the signal for the start of eight and a half days of non-stop partying, drinking, dancing, drinking, eating, drinking, music, drinking, running with the bulls, more drinking until all are too exhausted to continue. (Sleeping is optional)

It is said that if you can survive SanFermin and Oktoberfest in the same year then you are a truly heroic toper deserving of the utmost respect and veneration.

But first, a bit of background to the fiesta.

The Fiesta has its roots in medieval times. Its origins lie in a trade fair, whose existence seems to date from the early thirteenth century. To this fair or market, which coincided with the beginning of summer (festival of San Juan), farmers and cattle traders from the surrounding area brought their animals. The young men of the city joined with the passage of the farmers and drovers through the streets to run alongside them, racing among themselves and these races eventually became part of the festivities. (Probably apocryphal but it makes for a good story.)

Every September 25, on the other hand, the locals honoured one of the co-patron saints of Navarra, San Fermin (the other being San Francisco Javier). And the patron saint of Pamplona is not San Fermin, as many people mistakenly believe, but San Saturnino de Tolosa (modern Toulouse), whose feast falls on November 29. The latter had the honour of baptizing in the third century the early Christians of Pamplona,​ not least among them San Fermin, who become the first bishop of the city. There was also a fair and festival during early autumn celebrating these saints’ days.

In 1591 the day of San Fermin was moved to July 7, becoming part of the the summer fair. Behind this change was the desire of locals to enjoy their holidays in better weather conditions: rain was less likely in July than in September.

The festive program of 1591, organized by the Regiment (Old Town Hall), consisted of a proclamation, a tournament with lances in the Plaza del Castillo, a theatre, dancing and a procession. And, to crown it all, a corrida de toros.

Now, of course, the main attraction are 'los encierros' (the running of the bulls).

For centuries los encierros had no official sanction. It was more of a wild piece of mischief on the part of the young men of the town to which the authorities turned a blind eye. It was in 1867 that the first ordinances were passed regulating los encierros, a name first used in 1856. On that date the current schedule was adopted with a course of about half a mile through the streets leading to the newly built bullring.

On the 7th July at 8am, and on each of the next seven days, six bulls and six steers are run along a course from the corral to the Plaza de Toros.

Hundreds of people take part, running ahead of and alongside the bulls (but mostly after them in truth.)
If you can run half a mile in about two minutes, you should be able to keep ahead of them, or at least alongside for part of the way. If you wish to try to outpace the bulls you will need to be young and fit and healthy and preferably an Olympic class athlete. Half a mile in just over two minutes? In a large crowd of runners who are mostly looking over their shoulder rather than where they are going?

There is a (remote) possibility that you will die (there have been sixteen fatalities since 1910.) The gory details are here - https://www.sanfermin.com/en/running-of-the-bulls/a-tragic-history-deaths-running-of-the-bulls/ )

There is a slight possibility that you will be injured and such injury will come, not from one of the bulls, but from not looking where you are running and tripping over those who have already fallen. It can at times be like an obstacle course as you can see in this video from 2019 -



But there is more to the fiesta than the running of the bulls and you can read about it here. - https://www.sanfermin.com/en/

And when it is all over and it is time to say goodbye for another year we come to “Pobre de mí”, the End-Ceremony of Sanfermin.

At midnight on the 14 th July the fiesta formally closes with the ceremony called the “Pobre de Mí.” This takes place in front of the Town Hall, where the fiesta was opened 8½ days earlier. There are other events also taking place in the city, (such as the Peñas gathering in the main square – the Plaza del Castillo, for their own celebration).

However, in front of the Town Hall a large crowd gathers to sing “Pobre de Mí, Pobre de Mí, que se han acabado las fiestas, de San Fermín.” (Poor me, poor me, for the fiesta of San Fermín has come to a close).

This is a very sad occasion because it is the end of the fiesta, (though many are relieved because of their flagging stamina they cannot take any more), but they still look forward to next year and even sing “Ya falta menos” (there is not long to go).

The best guide to it all comes from Alexander Fiske-harrison who wrote a book called 'Into The Arena' a few years ago which is an exceptionally good book. It tells the story of his journey into the world of the corrida and how he trained as a bull fighter to eventually facing a toro bravo in the plaza de toros.

This is his web page - https://thelastarena.com/ and here he is giving his reasons for his interest and involvement in tauromaquia:

WEEKENDER: Merde, by Wiggia

                                      Very Annoying Things or Modern Life as we Know It

Much of today's life contains items that enhance and help our daily trudge through the merde.

We would find it difficult to envisage a world without the internet, yet the internet brings its own bugbears, communication, internet shopping, alternative news outlets, online services; all were greeted with smiling faces as we embraced the ease by which we could do things from the comfort of one's own home and later, on the move with the advent of smart phones.

But convenience and simplicity soon gave way to added complexities, especially in the banking sector where one now needs a degree in software if anything goes wrong as the banks more than others have pushed inadequate security onto the customer. Having to interact with a smart phone just to get into a bank account online is not simplicity and if you lose a password you can spend a morning righting that mistake: the whole password, username, favourite dog saga with all accounts has reached nonsense level and who could possibly remember them all.

Don’t write them down we are told, yet the alternative, the computer based password storage vault, is we are told very hackable so maybe better to have endless slips of paper somewhere with all numbers digits etc. on them, I actually had a Microsoft ‘update’ that managed to wipe all my stored passwords and much else, so I was grateful for the slips of paper I did have at the time.

Much of the above is magnified by the inability to correct by speaking to an actual person, someone unintelligible in Mumbai or Scotland as happened recently is about the last straw after a morning going in circles on the internet.

Even a phone call is fraught with options you don’t want, don’t need but you get anyway. A classic happened a couple of weeks back with a Building Society: after all the options were listened to in three separate batches my problem was not among them, so I plumped for the ‘any other business‘ only to be told after pressing 6 that this option had been removed, please use the web site I had just left in desperation... and then I was cut off; rinse and repeat.

Some companies go out of their way to be considerate: they will provide a ring back service, though if you do not have a smart phone (how dare you!) you will have to stand by the phone for up to 24 hours as they will not define a time.

My surgery phones occasionally, but never about anything other than 'have you had your eighth booster as you are on the extremely vulnerable list.' The NHS itself sends letter telling me my ‘spring’ booster is due in June; still, they tried. The cost of all these unwanted calls and letters nationwide must be equal to the defence budget.

The convenience of online shopping brings with it the lottery of who will delivery your “urgent” parcel. We have a postman, the regular one who nice chap though he is! leaves endless cards saying he tried to deliver but no one was in, please arrange re delivery; yet my study is eight feet from the front and the loud door bell and despite being present I have never heard the bell or a knock on the door; bizarre.

They also have advanced technology where they can detect if you've just sat on the toilet, giving you just enough time to watch the van pull away forever...

The delivery companies all have their own rules and in fairness one or two are excellent in most respects. Sadly some of the cheaper ones are not. I have great sympathy with delivery drivers who to make a living drop over 150 parcels a day so I can’t blame them for mistakes caused by too many drops but I can blame the inadequacies of the companies and their attitude - early Yodel, anyone? or the same with Hermes: as soon as the delivery company was revealed to be either of them it was nail-biting time as to whether anything would arrive at all.

The convenience of online shopping has usurped going to a shop and trying on clothes and footwear to see if they actually fit. It is often used as a lazy shopper's route to the wrong items. With clothes and footwear sizes being a lottery these days how anyone can buy these items online and expect them to fit without trying them on amazes me. The fact that there are easy return options negates the ‘easy shopping’  as you may as well have gone to a shop on the high street tried whatever it  was you wanted on and saved the extra trip to the post office to return the item, which is normally jam packed with eBay sellers wanting to post a hundred or so individual items.

Bureaucracy used to be a problem the French had. Not any more, we have in many areas left them well behind. Whatever you do don’t die, or any of your near and dear, the cost and form filling is only there to further reduce the population. Having had to go through the so-called formalities several times in recent years it gets no easier. If you think you are in danger of popping your clogs in the near future transfer all you can now to your spouse and save a lot of time and money and having to deal with stupid seat warmers who try and justify their position in life.

I can add to that, forget the expensive funeral that is for everyone else other than the poor sod who has died; he will probably be paying for it all and that will come from the estate. What is the point? Once you have popped off no one cares anyway, only about the will and its contents. Don’t forget, the large scotch being lifted in your name at the wake is being paid for by you

On a more mundane level, nothing can be repaired on a vehicle without replacing the whole unit; sometimes, as with a cam belt change as I recently found out, they expect you to replace the water pump at the same time. Why? Because it is easier when replacing the cam belt. This scam is now almost universal. They now want to replace items that are perfectly sound and have years of life left.

While talking about cars, mine, which I am reasonably happy with, has auto stop start; the stop start achieves nothing in improving frugality unless you drive in town a lot and requires a bigger battery and starter motor which naturally are far more expensive to replace. I do have the ability to turn off this feature, but why do I have to do this every time I start the car? They have menus for everything else I never use, but this no, is it done just to annoy us.

Not that many years ago there was a campaign to change or replace plastic packaging. No problem with plastic packaging other than the items you can’t open: I recently had a tool delivered wrapped in a blister pack; there was no way in without resorting to using garden secateurs, and even then the plastic bubble was so resistant I had to cut the whole thing into pieces as it was impossible to tear. The same goes for plastic bottle caps with the tear strip you can’t even get hold of, never mind remove without pliers and strong arms. There must be arthritic little old ladies all over the country with cupboards full of unopened plastic bottles and if it is medication they could well be dead; perhaps, as with so much for the elderly, that is the intent.

The same goes for the foil top under the top on milk cartons. The tab is made deliberately small and stuck down so hard that one has to puncture the top to get at the milk, which rewards you by splashing over you and the work surface.

I recently replaced a can of WD 40, one of those essential items in the garage or home. For reasons unknown they have altered the plastic top on the can. You need this as it also holds the small item for fixing the oil tube to should you need it, but the new top cannot be removed without it flying into space complete with widget; now they sit separately on the shelf, waiting to be lost somewhere.

Sachets that come with items like stir fry, containing oils and seasoning, demand the use of scissors to open them. Others have ‘handy’ tear-here arrows, only when you tear the sachet remains closed as the tear line is in the wrong place; scissors are then used and the smaller sachet then squirts oil everywhere. There is a similar problem with a certain bank for whom I do not use a direct debit: the monthly statement contains a tear-off paying-in slip, but the tear line is in the wrong place and has been for years and when you attempt remove slip from the page you tear the slip in half; marvellous.

And talking of packets and similar, why do they print instructions or contents in such small print it is impossible to read without a magnifying glass. Even some instruction manuals are like this; printed in a dozen languages may save money as opposed to separate language versions but to do this cheaply they squeeze minute print onto fewer pages, usually into a manual the size of a fag packet.

 

And have you had a feedback request from Amazon about their packaging and how they have changed to more ‘sustainable’ boxes? This usually comes after you have received a three-foot box stuffed with brown paper to stop the ink cartridge you ordered rattling around. “How are we doing?” is usually the opening question - I have never answered!

It is interesting that the switch in 2030 to all electric vehicles coincides with adverts telling you they are faster than equivalent petrol models and do 0-60 in two seconds, when the only thing that matters is are they affordable - no! And what is the battery range, which is better but you still won't find anywhere to charge en route, and those that do exist won't fit your car and/or charge exorbitant rates. Get used to it EV owners, the honeymoon is over: road tax next or road pricing, so the cost of motoring will be no cheaper but less convenient and you will have paid a lot more for the car in the first place.

All vehicles are sold by stating performance or frugality depending on your use of vehicle, but performance figures for new cars are now pointless as all are now fitted with speed limiters, so a car that on paper does 140mph in reality does 70mph unless you use the override, and that is recorded; the sports car has been reduced to a fashion item.

Anyone who thinks that does not apply to them and their pre-limiter ICE sports car should remember that the road conditions these days limit you in many cases to a lot less than 70mph so the eco brigade are winning, making it ever more frustrating trying to actually go anywhere. I saw a Ferrari on the road where I used to live having to go from side to side to get over the speed bumps, so high are they; normal cars just straddle them which defeats their purpose, but low riding vehicles have to resort to snake like manoeuvres to get up the road and of course if there is heavy traffic they have to wait for it to become clear and hold everyone behind them up in the meantime. To coin a phras, a Ferrari round here is about as useful as a chocolate tea pot.

With roaring inflation energy prices going through the roof and the prospect of WWIII round the corner all the above becomes marginal in importance. Still, enjoy what you can when you can, the music festivals are in full swing and a new boy band has appeared at Glastonbury, that should cheer all up - oh, wait a minute…

The obvious question with this photo is who thought it a good idea to go all Alan Partridge and be tieless? Do they really believe this will endear them to the general public? And in the case of Boris, is he wearing a tail coat or worse? We have every right to be seriously worried by those who pretend to run things.

Not the Magnificent Seven, nowhere near!

FRIDAY MUSIC: Bruce Springsteen and The Sessions Band, by JD

I think the best way to desribe this music is to say it is a blend(?) of New Orleans style jazz with folk music playing very old melodies which form the bulk of what can be loosely decribed as 'Americana.'

It works simply because, as can be seen from the following videos, all of the musicians involved are playing from the heart and loving every minute of these exuberant performances!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sessions_Band

Abortion, law and liberty

From Sackerson's 'Now and Next' on Substack:

Friday’s US Supreme Court (SCOTUS) ruling on abortion has split the people, as though America did not have enough causes of internal strife already.

In the USA the law is complicated by the interaction of the Federal Constitution and the law-making bodies of its fifty member states, each of which has its own Constitution and body of laws. Several States prepared for SCOTUS’s judgment in advance and treated it as a starter’s gun, so that they could immediately set about modifying their own abortion laws.

State legislators run the risk of framing simplistic rules for ethically complex cases. For example, in Ohio, by sometime next year the only exception to a total ban on abortion may be if the mother’s life is at risk; rape cases may not be exempted. The Senate President has said:

A baby is a baby even if it came through some terrible awful thing like rape. The answer can’t be let’s just kill the baby.

In the UK there was a legal test case on just that, long before the 1967 Abortion Act. As journalist Peter Hitchens relates, in 1938 a Dr Aleck Bourne performed an abortion on a 14-year-old girl who had been gang-raped. He reported himself to the authorities for a trial that could have earned him a life sentence but was acquitted because, the judge said, the pregnancy would likely have made the girl ‘a physical and mental wreck’ and the doctor was ‘operating for the purpose of preserving the life of the mother.’

Yet Dr Bourne opposed the call for abortion on demand, saying it would be a ‘calamity’ and would lead to ‘the greatest holocaust in history'. Asked by other women for an abortion, thinking he would sympathise, he refused and later recalled,

I have never known a woman who, when the baby was born, was not overjoyed that I had not killed it.

In the US the Supreme Court tried to mediate the conflicting laws of the States on abortion with its 1973 Roe v Wade ruling, based on the implicit Constitutional entitlement to ‘privacy’ (the right to make personal decisions principally affecting oneself.)

SCOTUS went into further detail, laying out what States could rule on during each of the three trimesters of the pregnancy; this judgment was extensively modified by another, 1992, Supreme Court case, Planned Parenthood v. Casey (1992.)

The latest SCOTUS has now overruled both those cases in Dobbs v. Jackson Women's Health Organization, saying that there was no reference to abortion in the Constitution, because the Founding Fathers drew it up nearly 250 years ago.

That is what is known as an ‘originalist’ interpretation and raises questions about whether the Constitution needs updating. Thomas Jefferson himself suggested (July 12, 1816) that each generation should be able to revise it for their own needs:

By the European tables of mortality, of the adults living at any one moment of time, a majority will be dead in about nineteen years. At the end of that period, then, a new majority is come into place; or, in other words, a new generation. Each generation is as independent as the one preceding, as that was of all which had gone before. It has then, like them, a right to choose for itself the form of government it believes most promotive of its own happiness; consequently, to accommodate to the circumstances in which it finds itself, that received from its predecessors; and it is for the peace and good of mankind, that a solemn opportunity of doing this every nineteen or twenty years, should be provided by the constitution; so that it may be handed on, with periodical repairs, from generation to generation, to the end of time, if anything human can so long endure.

Jefferson saw the Constitution as founded on the will of living people, and assumed the possibility of communal assent. But what if the law is highly controversial and the authorities are felt to be promoting a one-sided political agenda? How can citizens influence their State?

Many people feel the system is rigged: some States gerrymander constituencies and also make it harder for typical Democrat supporters to get to polling stations. In any case, the periodic choice between two party policy menus is a crude form of control.

Worse still, the parties may agree on some issues, so there is no real choice anyway. For example, the Republicans have long had trimming social security benefits in their sights, but Biden the Democrat has just appointed Andrew Biggs to the government’s Social Security Advisory Board; Biggs may help steer a changeover from the State-guaranteed pension to an investment-related product that stands to make a fortune for Wall Street while exposing the citizen to market risks.

In relation to abortions, Biden can’t countermand SCOTUS but made reassuring noises about individual rights implicit in the Constitution he is sworn to uphold, relating them to the chance to vote for his party in November’s elections:

The right to privacy, liberty, equality -- they're all on the ballot. Until then, I will do all in my power to protect a woman's right in states where they will face the consequences of today's decision.

In this case, a key right is freedom of movement. Some legislatures are already seeking to criminalise those trying to go out-of-State for an abortion, and anyone who helps them. Ironically, US Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh, whom a man allegedly planned to assassinate because of the leaked draft judgment, has already indicated that he would rule against the attempt to impose travel restrictions.

The people are impatient, so much so that one wonders if the slow and complex machinery of institutional democracy can work. Initial reactions include calling SCOTUS ‘illegitimate’, mass screaming and twerking, shouting ‘f—- you, Supreme Court!’ at an LA awards ceremony and personal threats against the Justices.

One can understand the frustration and sense of powerlessness. The State has become over-mighty; the Constitutions of the USA and of Britain (who led the way) were designed to limit the power and influence of the Executive. Yet the modern technocratic State (and its Silicon Valley friends) now intrudes far into our privacy, supplying information to the policymakers, the behavioural ‘nudgers’, law enforcement agencies.

Maybe there is too much law. In 2019 the US Code listed over 5,000 different criminal offences; and that’s just federal law. The more laws that are created and the more we call on the police, FBI etc., the closer we get to a police state.

If we value the liberty of the individual, we must learn not involve the authorities in every matter. Instead of framing and enforcing criminal laws on one another, in some cases we should revive the practice of moral suasion; argue and listen, prepare to modify our opinions, sometimes agree to disagree; but refrain from blowing the whistle.