Austerity? More Like Audacity If You Ask Me
Are our esteemed government still expecting us to believe that the myriad of swingeing cuts that we have endured, plus the ones still ahead, are anything at all to do with the mystical Austerity?
I did, for a while, swallow the fallacy, but no longer.
I’m not going to bore you by listing all the impositions we have endured under the Austerity banner but in reality I suspect that they are more to do with the megalomaniac Camoron’s vision for the future and cementing his place in political history.
I should have smelt a bigger rat when Tom Winsor was announced as the Preferred, and ultimately, Successful, Candidate for the head honcho’s job at HMIC. Gobsmacked was I, but never in my wildest dreams did I realise that was just the beginning, the precedent for the travesties to follow.
The knighthood duly followed, should have seen that one coming, they might just as well have printed it on his Independent Reviews. It was never really in doubt.
Now we have the latest, but surely not the last, piece of arrogant insanity with the news that Chief Fire Officers may well be eligible in the future, to be appointed as Chief Constables without ever having served at any lower rank in the Police Service. I shouldn’t really worry about this, they are going to receive some training from the College of Policing, when they’re not too busy training the Direct Entry Inspectards and SuperNintendos. What could possibly go wrong?
Best of all you don’t even have to take my word for it, you can read all about it here.
I’m not completely against change, I can see some benefits, and I have never been opposed to Efficiency Improvements, I can even see how Emergency Services can benefit from sharing premises, possibly Control Rooms, but that does not mean that they need to share a Command Structure or even a vehicle.
No doubt our old friends Policy Exchange have had some input into this idea, and maybe in a year or two there will just be one Emergency Service, with some poor soul trying to keep all his/her balls in the air.
I’m going to crawl back into my hole now, please wake me up when Spring arrives and the nightmares are over.Last Updated on