I have started to worry that I’m getting a little boring on the political front. I’m getting more and more upset at what our current government is doing: the only recourse I have is to come to my computer and lambast them on my blog. And yet there are only so many ways you can insult the government, only so many terms of abuse you can use before you either hav to write something more substantial or turn to another subject. The thing is, while I know with every fibre of my being that what CaMoron and co. are doing is wrong, I do know know enough to suggest any alternative. In a way this is the problem labour has: pretty soon they will have to start suggesting valid alternatives or they will loose credibility. I know the deficit must must be reduced, and that it is therefore vital for the government to reduce spending. At the same time, I know that reducing benefits will harm thousands of disabled people…Yet i occurs to me, somewhere in my mind, that I could be only worrying about myself – that is, worrying about the money I, as a disabled man, will no longer get. On that level, am I, and indeed all disability activists, bing as selfish as the tories? We know the benefits system must be reformed, or else it’ll collapse, and then we truly would be fucked. Yet we also know that that reform will inevitably mean a reduction, which means a severe drop in our income. Not to fight the cuts is folly, but if nothing is done about the economy the system will disintegrate and we would hav no benefits to cut. Thus I’m beginning to think we are stuck: we rightly dread reform but all parties agree reform must happen. All I feel I can do, then, is sit here and type, hurling unwarranted insults at people I’ll never meet, often going too far (as happened with a status update I posted yesterday on Facebook) yet not being able to offer any alternative. Thus think I’ll leave the whole depressing subject, await whatever doom is coming to us in peace, and try to blog about other subjects.