Got home couple of hours ago from annual Xmas lunch with old MSM Leftie muckers, & wholly joyous it was too, as ever, so have been thankfully oblivious to the ongoing fractious circle jerk that currently passes for our politics. That said, as I sat for an extra 30 minutes on my..
...Hayes line train out of Charing X, I didn't get any impression of my fellow passengers, fucked over by the systemic incompetence of the private sector, that they were straining under the weight of a terminal national crisis. On several occasions in my adult (& professional)...
...life, there's been a national mood, for want of a better phrase, that you could bite out of the air & taste on the wind. And now? I reckon there's just a general acceptance that we're fucked & it's nothing much to do with us. From which we should draw s verbal conclusions...
...forgive this autocorrect - *several* conclusions. First, that without us even noticing, the authority of the state as the mysteriously sacramental expression of our collective will has, without us even noticing, withered away just like Marx predicted; that the strutting...
...protagonists in this low rent Panto version of Gotterdamerung are just involved in a kind of hobbyist cosplay. In other words, it's both embarrassing and also nothing to do with us. Which leaves us, as a nation, at the point where we should forget about leaving the EU and...
...concentrate instead on dismantling the British State to point where there's nothing left to do the leaving. In short, like the Venetian Senate in 1798, the UK Parliament needs, right now, to agree to abolish the British state, leave Scotland, Wales, London & anywhere else...
...which feels like it to cobble together new political entities wi Hun the EU and leave everywhere else to collapse into whinging warlordism or, for that matter, pastoral communal bliss. But for fuck's sake, maintaining the Potemkinist illusion of the British State created 500..
...years ago by Thomas Cromwell is ludicrous, preposterous, farcical and embarrassing. We rode high on the hog for sodding ages. Time now for both humility and, for that matter, a snooze.
