tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36841665.post6456385821039774641..comments2023-12-31T13:47:05.758+00:00Comments on Fat Man on a Keyboard: MovementsThe Plumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09244528534476387323noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36841665.post-86281775579146043382016-08-10T12:04:49.697+01:002016-08-10T12:04:49.697+01:00Bravo, oh Stout One.
Speaking as one of those 60s ...Bravo, oh Stout One.<br />Speaking as one of those 60s style extremists who has come to realise that what he once firmly 'believed' has morphed into romantic nostalgia, I see no hope for Labour in any of its planned manifestations. The people have chosen capitalism in its most rigorous and aggressive form. Throw in a nice dollop of Daily Mail style racism, stir it all up with a few spoons of bigotry and xenophobia, and June 24th provides as accurate a picture of Britain's social structure as you'd need. The richer the rich become, the more aspirational what was once known as 'the proletariat' become to ape them. Jeremy Corbyn may be important to a quarter million Labour Party members, but what is that figure when balanced against the total electorate? It's a hungry flea on an elephant's arse. The tattooed elephant is in love with his I-phone, his cardboard cup of Starbuck's Latte. Between constant texting he watches Gogglebox and Strictly Come Dancing, and when someone mentions the word 'socialism' he refers to his Daily Express and the Sun. There are pockets of 'community' activity and righteous agitation, but they will never congeal into a big enough tumour to infect the body Capital. My son and his wife have both paid £25 to join Labour so that they can vote Corbyn. That money could have bought them half a dozen bottles of decent wine and a few beers. Any sense of subsequent inebriation gained would at least be real, rather than the wafted smoke of a loosely-rolled spliff of political dreaming. So sadly I accept defeat; emotional defeat, practical defeat, romantic defeat. The flea on the elephant's arse means nothing; the elephant's skin is too thick to draw blood. Therefore in my dotage, I salute Murdoch, Trump, Dacre, the Barclay Brothers, Philp Green and Lord Northcliffe for their generosity. They gave the 'People' what they wanted, and now they have it in abundance.roybaintonwriteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12930628482839346595noreply@blogger.com