“The main problem we are facing are two extremities – waiting patients and privacy fascists and we are trying to find a pathway for the middle of the two.”
These are the words of a certain Richard Granger, the man in charge of Connecting for Health; a project which is the turning into the computing equivalent of the Titanic. It's hard to keep up to date with precisely how many billion pounds this shambolic exercise is costing the tax payer, but it's a fuck of a lot.
I can't quite believe that this incompetent has the audacity to accuse members of the public of being 'privacy fascists' for being concerned that this government IT scheme may turn out to be a fraudster's goldmine or even a despot's weapon. There have been two recent notable examples of NHS IT schemes leaving confidential personal information wide open on the web for anyone to access; so these 'privacy fascists' seem to have cause for concern.
Arguably Mr Granger is showing certain 'fascist' attributes with his actions. His overt disdain for a proper democratic consultation process shows that he possesses a disctinctly autocratic streak, while schemes such as his Connecting for Health may well be used and abused in the future by our increasingly controlling state.
"I can't believe that my son is running the IT modernisation programme for the whole of the NHS"
These are the words of Richard Granger's mother, she hardly sings the praises of her son who she reveals even failed his computer studies course at University. At least his mum realises that that giving birth to her son may have been an error:
"I feel dismayed that I'm watching the hospital where I gave birth to my children, where Harold Wilson was born, being dismantled. Some of the money which goes into Connecting for Health could be saving my local services."
I think that we trust bungling twerps like Richard Granger at our peril, he may indeed be too stupid to know what the government's real motives are for this obsessive centralisation of our personal data; however this does not excuse his crass incompetence or his disdain for our right to a bit of privacy.