Tuesday, 3 February 2009

Battlestar Galactica 4.5 Review: Ep 3 The Oath


SPOILER ALERT

Let us look through a glass darkly and imagine a world where this could happen.

You’re in a pressure cooker with disaster staring you in the face, your dreams dashed, no future, social meltdown. The foreigners in your midst who were once your friends, partners, workmates are now the enemy and have to be destroyed. It’s us or them.

Yup, that’s either us on Planet Earth 2009 or the 39,643 survivors of the human race in the Battlestar Galactica fleet who have started killing each other.

Just as a new era of brother and sisterhood promises to dawn rosily, wouldn’t you know it, fear-fuelled bigotry feeds the demagogues and triggers an uprising that may end in auto-extinction of the species. The four crew who have recently discovered they are the Final Cylons — Colonel Saul Tigh, Chief Galen Tyrol, Lt Sharon “Athena” Agathon, and Ensign Samuel Anders — find themselves personae non grata, and prevented from boarding the fleet’s ships without permission.

This is inconvenient as, with trillium fuel running out, Six has promised the fleet valuable FDL drives. The Quorum parliament is told to toe the line by Admiral Adama’s military leadership desperate for the superior Cylon technology.

Vice President Tom Zarek turns into Dennis Kearney and whips up anti-Cylon hatred into a militant uprising by the civilians and sections of the military led by Lt Felix Gaeta against the interlopers. He uses the “Will of the People” to justify murder and a power grab with the help of Gaeta, bitter about the loss of his leg, effectively rendered by CGI.

All before the opening credits.

In The Oath, Episode 3 of the final series, the pressure is piled on relentlessly as terror of Cylon sabotage become self-fulfilling. You can't miss the irony of the fact that the great destruction they seek to avoid is actually coming from themselves, rotting them from within as the humans lose their humanity and the Cylons gain theirs. Old ties are broken, lovers betrayed. Even ex-girlfriends can’t be trusted. Sam Anders is captured by Diana and her team of kidnappers, bashed up and thrown in the brig.

Athena and her daughter are seized and her human husband, Helo, brutally beaten. One mutineer tells Helo, “You backed the skin-job against your own kind” and threatens to rape his “sweet toaster wife”. For the next few minutes I was transfixed by the image of his big-brain stuck in my four-slice. Driving home that this is an assault on all that is precious and even The Family isn't safe, they are jailed along with Sam and Six.

A former comrade tells Kara "Starbuck" Thrace, "No-one knows what you are any more". Hey, I told you I identified with Starbuck.

On the Colonial One ship, civilians are tooling up. The old lefty call to arms “whose side are you on?” is now a reactionary rallying cry. Lee Adama, still in the civilian government, is isolated and concerned for his father. Zarek tells Lee, “Honour thy father and be true to your oath” can no longer work when stakes and passions are this high. They fear, not without reason, that Adama’s experiment in democracy is about to end, but the means by which they are challenging his rule is about to result in the fascism they are desperate to avoid.

Kara saves Lee Adama from a murderous rebel crew. But all five Cylons are now in danger.

Back in the brig, Six, pregnant with Tigh’s baby, observes that “the thought that the Cylon race can survive through natural procreation terrifies them”. Their world is so frakked that making love is making war.

On the Galactica, Gaeta’s rebel troops kill Adama’s staff on the bridge. Justifying his actions to a horrified Adama, Gaeta asks why has he worked so faithfully all these years only to take orders from a Cylon.

The fleet tears itself apart. Headless chickens come home to roost and run around shooting each other. Metaphors are mangled, that's how bad it gets. Who’ll retain their integrity? Who’ll panic? Who will abandon their humanity and give in to base instincts? Almost everyone who isn’t a Cylon or already in power, that's who. Is this what the makers of the series envisage? That faced with economic meltdown, environmental disaster on a shrinking planet, and everything else that comes with it, this is how we will respond? It's a gloomy warning we could do with heeding. But why change that habit of a couple of million years?

Gaius Baltar’s base instinct is to leave his adoring harem and run for cover. President Laura Roslin appeals to Baltar’s sense of self-preservation and gets his wireless communication. They both know they are frauds and this is their chance to atone. Bursts of music transmitted deep into the psyches of the entire crew, the same that heralded the revelation to the Final Five Cylons of their true identity, hold out the promise that everyone might eventually recognise their common humanity and stop frakking around. Huh! That'll be the day.

President Roslin broadcasts an appeal: Reject those traitors who would use your fear of the Cylons. She’s cut off before she can finish. Baltar calls Gaeta and reminds him of “our little secret” hidden away. Having forgotten what this is, I can only imagine Gaius has Felix's leg stowed away as some sort of pervy memento.

Tigh and Adama have overpowered their captors and joined forces with Kara and Tyrol. Tyrol arranges an escape craft, but escape to where? Claustrophobia mounts, danger closes in. Will President Roslin, Baltar, Lee, and Kara escape in the Raptor? Gaeta, fully aware of who’s likely to be on the craft, orders it to be destroyed. Tigh and Adama — Cylon and human — stay to fight side by side to the bitter end.

And there we must leave it until next week's exciting instalment of "It's Us, Really!"

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Monday, 2 February 2009

North London Winter Wonderland: and still it snows

The street, ma-a-an!

This is the view from the front door of my north London flat this morning. It snowed yesterday, it snowed through the night and today it's still snowing.

Such a thick covering of snow is unusual for the capital city, London being far enough south and generating enough heat to melt normal snow flurries in minutes. As picturesque as this is, it's playing havoc with transport. Buses are cancelled, tube and rail badly disrupted.

The economy's screwed, the weather's trying to kill us, we can't travel. This is the End Of Days!

I feel sorry for the strikers having to stand outside all day if it's anywhere near as bad up North.


The gardens

The birds and the squirrels will be having a bad time, too. I've put out dishes of boiling water which should last a while without icing up, and they now have a selection of fat balls (a sad affliction — don't ask!), bird seed and peanuts.

So, guys, while you're taking pizza and solidarity to the protesters, don't forget the wildlife.

North London Winter Wonderland: and still it snows

The street, ma-a-an!

This is the view from the front door of my north London flat this morning. It snowed yesterday, it snowed through the night and today it's still snowing.

Such a thick covering of snow is unusual for the capital city, London being far enough south and generating enough heat to melt normal snow flurries in minutes. As picturesque as this is, it's playing havoc with transport. Buses are cancelled, tube and rail badly disrupted.

The economy's screwed, the weather's trying to kill us, we can't travel. This is the End Of Days!

I feel sorry for the strikers having to stand outside all day if it's anywhere near as bad up North.


The gardens

The birds and the squirrels will be having a bad time, too. I've put out dishes of boiling water which should last a while without icing up, and they now have a selection of fat balls (a sad affliction — don't ask!), bird seed and peanuts.

So, guys, while you're taking pizza and solidarity to the protesters, don't forget the wildlife.

Sunday, 1 February 2009

Blogroll Amnesty Day: in celebration of small blogs


I learn from Jon Swift that every February 3rd, the bloggerati enjoy a tradition dating back to neolithic times, where we celebrate the little guy and guyess in the Big Blogosphere with Blogroll Amnesty Day.

Lo, about the time that fire was invented, when mobile phones were the size of a brick (completely wrecking the line of your freshly killed fur wrap), and the early 1G computers stole acres of desktop space, the first Blogger and Bloggeress got together and made lots of little bloggerettes who went out and procreated, making even more bloggerettes. A lot of blogger begetting was done and then Madam Miaow Says was born in August 2007.

But drat if Darwinian natural selection didn’t see the evolution of the Blog Giants who threatened to squish us under their mighty clodhoppery paws. Ha! We didn’t need no steenking comet to come and wipe them out and make room for the mass of little furry critters burrowing away under rocks.

Forsooth! Came a hero to save us. Saith he: Go ye meek and inhabit the Dearth. For ye shall be mighty in my eyes and on screens everywhere. Liken unto the little virus, each take upon ye ten small wee blogs and link for all you are worth and embiggen yourselves like what you deserve.

Or sumthin’. Jon, can I have that again at half speed?

Harpy Marx — A great mix of politics and culture from a left perspective. Good arts reviews. Useful for catching up on the new ways our horrible government is screwing us.

Slacker Chic — Top rants from the wicked Mrs M. I probably discovered this little beauty while searching for steel and pig-iron production figures in the Soviet bloc circa 1933 (a gurl’s gotta have a hobby). Shows what the blogosphere is good for.

Anglo Noel Natter — My movie-going chum on heavyweight Brit politics and his holiday snaps.

Splintered Sunrise — One of the best writers on the UK left. Even more clever as he’s based in Norn Irn. Which as any fule kno, isn’t in the United Kingdom. Wields a shiv like nobody else.

Hagley Road to Ladywood — Young blood. Heh, heh! C’mere, little one. Come and play with Madam Miaow’s puppy ... (OK, it’s been going since 2005 but I’ve only just noticed.)

DarkPartyReview — A co-finalist in Best Culture Blog category of the 2008 Weblog Awards who deserved to win. Left friends, I loves ya, but you can have too much of a good thing. This wonderful literary blog blows the cobwebs out of my brain.

Bill Posters — Poet Bill Greenwell's blog is another literary site that keeps me sane and my imagination stimulated.

One Inch Punch — Tags himself as East Asian Inspiration. A choice dimsum of a blog with tasters of what's going down wid my bredren.

Ned Raggett Ponders It All — Well, mostly cookery and music with style and beautiful pix. Every meal looks like a feast, every sunset like it was painted by a cosmic entity on drugs. Honest!

Geek Chic — The most beautiful technogeek on the planet keeps us up to date with the latest gadgetry, her telly appearances and what she’s eating.

Other small political blogs also worth checking out, Random Pottins, A Very Public Sociologist, Infantile and Disorderly, Rustbelt Radical, Organised Rage, Socialist Unity (although you're getting way too big for small blog mention).

Blogroll Amnesty Day: in celebration of small blogs


I learn from Jon Swift that every February 3rd, the bloggerati enjoy a tradition dating back to neolithic times, where we celebrate the little guy and guyess in the Big Blogosphere with Blogroll Amnesty Day.

Lo, about the time that fire was invented, when mobile phones were the size of a brick (completely wrecking the line of your freshly killed fur wrap), and the early 1G computers stole acres of desktop space, the first Blogger and Bloggeress got together and made lots of little bloggerettes who went out and procreated, making even more bloggerettes. A lot of blogger begetting was done and then Madam Miaow Says was born in August 2007.

But drat if Darwinian natural selection didn’t see the evolution of the Blog Giants who threatened to squish us under their mighty clodhoppery paws. Ha! We didn’t need no steenking comet to come and wipe them out and make room for the mass of little furry critters burrowing away under rocks.

Forsooth! Came a hero to save us. Saith he: Go ye meek and inhabit the Dearth. For ye shall be mighty in my eyes and on screens everywhere. Liken unto the little virus, each take upon ye ten small wee blogs and link for all you are worth and embiggen yourselves like what you deserve.

Or sumthin’. Jon, can I have that again at half speed?

Harpy Marx — A great mix of politics and culture from a left perspective. Good arts reviews. Useful for catching up on the new ways our horrible government is screwing us.

Slacker Chic — Top rants from the wicked Mrs M. I probably discovered this little beauty while searching for steel and pig-iron production figures in the Soviet bloc circa 1933 (a gurl’s gotta have a hobby). Shows what the blogosphere is good for.

Anglo Noel Natter — My movie-going chum on heavyweight Brit politics and his holiday snaps.

Splintered Sunrise — One of the best writers on the UK left. Even more clever as he’s based in Norn Irn. Which as any fule kno, isn’t in the United Kingdom. Wields a shiv like nobody else.

Hagley Road to Ladywood — Young blood. Heh, heh! C’mere, little one. Come and play with Madam Miaow’s puppy ... (OK, it’s been going since 2005 but I’ve only just noticed.)

DarkPartyReview — A co-finalist in Best Culture Blog category of the 2008 Weblog Awards who deserved to win. Left friends, I loves ya, but you can have too much of a good thing. This wonderful literary blog blows the cobwebs out of my brain.

Bill Posters — Poet Bill Greenwell's blog is another literary site that keeps me sane and my imagination stimulated.

One Inch Punch — Tags himself as East Asian Inspiration. A choice dimsum of a blog with tasters of what's going down wid my bredren.

Ned Raggett Ponders It All — Well, mostly cookery and music with style and beautiful pix. Every meal looks like a feast, every sunset like it was painted by a cosmic entity on drugs. Honest!

Geek Chic — The most beautiful technogeek on the planet keeps us up to date with the latest gadgetry, her telly appearances and what she’s eating.

Other small political blogs also worth checking out, Random Pottins, A Very Public Sociologist, Infantile and Disorderly, Rustbelt Radical, Organised Rage, Socialist Unity (although you're getting way too big for small blog mention).

Saturday, 31 January 2009

British wildcat strikes spread: pleas for unity and solidarity


Two conflicting perspectives at the heart of the wildcat strikes spreading across Britain threaten to turn this conflict into a xenophobic safety valve for corporate business interests as we face global economic meltdown. The Italian company is importing cheap labour from abroad to the exclusion of local workers, pitting worker against worker in a classic case of divide and rule.

Some want them sacked and replaced with Brits. But there's a sizeable proportion of the strikers who see the cause lying squarely with the companies who are bringing in the cheap labour and pushing down wages, and not the hard-working stiffs being shipped in.

While the press has focussed on the nationalist anti-"foreign" worker fervour and depicted this as being a chauvinist matter between rival workforces, Gordon Brown's words from 2007 pledging "British Jobs For British Workers" have come back to haunt him. Together with the companies, whose interests in this are obvious, the media and the ailing government might succeed in turning the inevitable outpouring of anger at the prospect of a massive Depression and collapse of the whole system, on to fellow workers rather than, for example, banks who go cap in hand for bailouts while awarding 20 billion dollars in bonuses (according to Barack Obama in his latest TV address).

What the media are foregrounding — British jobs for British workers

The Socialist Worker's measured statement warns against pandering to the reactionary section of the strike as "British Jobs For British Workers" becomes the key slogan and the new workers are called "wops" and other choice epithets by the strikers. It lists some reasonable demands:
Fight all job cuts
No deals that cut wages or accept lay-offs
Smash privatisation and sub-contracting
Unity against the bosses, no to racism and the BNP.

Organised Rage supports the Lindsey construction workers' right to have a say in who is employed in their local industry and criticizes the company's accommodation of the influx in "flop houses".
"... the Italian company involved in the Linconshire dispute intends to house its work-force on converted barges moored in Grimsby dock, which amounts to housing workers in what is a large flop-house. It will also has the added effect of depriving the local economy of any real benefit of these workers being in the UK."

I agree with Harpy Marx's take here.

And there's a lively debate at Socialist Unity here and here. Someone said on one of the threads that during one black vs white strike in the 1930s, the US communists achieved a win-win settlement with no sackings and with more jobs created to satisfy the workforce all round. That's an outcome I'd like to see.

STOP PRESS:
Jon Cruddas Guardian article: "These strikes aren't about xenophobia". Discussion at SU.

Very clear item on the slogan versus the underlying cause from Charlie Pottins.

Europe-wide petition against social dumping.
European Court of Justice rulings in the cases of Laval, Viking and Ruffert have determined that:
* Unions cannot take action against companies employing imported workers at rates below those agreed with local workers
* workers’ rights to collective action are less important than market freedom of access for cheaper workers
* Union members are prevented from being able to take collective action to defend industry agreement
* Outlawing action aimed at ‘levelling up’ wage rates of imported workers.

The campaign website is promoting a Europe-wide petition for the following:
* An amendment to the posted workers directive to at least clearly spell out how mandatory standards can be guaranteed through collective agreement and also defended through collective action.
* An agreed temporary agency directive as quickly as possible.
* A social progress clause making it clear that the fundamental right to organise and the right to strike are in no way subordinate to the economic freedoms.

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