Since Xmas I've been listening to Cameron, as opposed to blotting him out, as I'm intrigued as is anyone, with someone who so thoroughly presents the fiction of conviction while their anorexic soul long-since leaked out of their cells and pooled around their sandals. Not a single thing Cameron has said or done since Christmas has been anything but gas. He can't even present the ghost of hope or belief anymore. Like David , I too saw Christmas as a chance to reaffirm those 'christian values' so many Stalinists and apologists for Johnny ISIL want to see destroyed in our national life. I hoped 2015 bought more censorship of sexual content in the media and arts, a tightening of laws against induced abortion, an encouragement of sexual abstinence outside of marriage, the promotion of intelligent design in public schools and colleges as an alternative to evolution, laws against same-sex marriage & support for laws against the acceptance of homosexuality into mainstream society as well as an increase in the desirability of organized prayer in state schools . . .
I misunderstood apparently. Not THOSE Christian values, He meant the carey sharey 'Christian values'. The essentially humanitarian ones that aren't Christian in origin at all. The ones that he and his party have absolutely set their govt in opposition to like caring for the poor and vulnerable. The ones like compassion and empathy that he's actually driven out of public life in preference of greed and divisiveness. The 'Christian values' of that man who existed called Jesus Christ whose ideas and principles would surely be deemed idealistic and inadequate in 'dealing with the deficit' and 'addressing the real concerns' of the people? In the temple busy with the money lenders Cameron spent Xmas bleating and mewling before deciding what particular brand of lying slime he should annoint himself with in 2015, what bullshit he shall grease his tentacle treads with as he continues to sell-off and destroy anything and everything we still have left. Like many, I wished him a shitty Christmas and an absolutely fucking nightmarish new year. I hope this continues on Friday.
Welcome, everyone, to the minority voting experience. We vote Labour on 7th May out of fear. Real, close, fear. Fear that if the Tories get in and we have another five years of these lunatic asset-strippers selling off what little we have left in the UK, people we know, friends, lovers, students, parents, neighbours, brothers, sisters - are going to die. Are going to be killed by neglect. Welcome, everyone, to the minority voting experience. Exercising your prerogative as an expression less of hope, purely of fear. Vote Labour. Leaders come, leaders go, but public services cannot be left in Tory hands for another five years or there'll be nothing left to fight for. This is not hysteria, or over-reaction. The inconvenient poor must be silenced somehow, pushed to a margin and who cares what precipice they fall over so long as they're safely out of the way, so long as their demise can't fuck with the narrative.
Winning the global race like Zola.
No time for falling Deckers.
Spikes in the calves.
Bring them down, slowly, rakingly.
Make it look like an accident, not a plan.
Because after all, it's not a plan.
The paperwork goes walkabout before a link can be made. The UK press, owned and run by oligarchs and barons, ignores the fact its government is killing its people, instead rushes to anoint Cameron's suppurating anus with the sycophantic balm-drool of their greedy lies and diversion tactics. This is called press freedom and we are proud of it. Everyone in a position of deniability. No-one plans for these fatal consequences, this isn't about heartlessness, for who castigates a money-counter for not having a heart, who condemns a hole in the wall for its lack of largesse? These are machines. A Tory is a machine whose sole self-appointed role on this planet is to please the greedy, appease the selfish, enable the destruction of the weak. And the poor keep dying faster. This is Tory success, the buffeting back and forth of an endless creative destruction, an undying howling Schumpeter's gale. Of course they and theirs wont fall. Of course, we're in the path. That's what we're here for. To feed the cyclone.
Ask anyone who works in public services. We've SEEN people die because of what this government has done. We know that if they get in, they'll feel enabled to make that process even faster and crueller. Poor people, disabled people, young people, vulnerable people, people with mental health problems, single people, married people, black people, white people, living people, dead people. We all know people who will be killed by another Tory government. Killed by them.
Killed. And if you think I'm exaggerating, what fucking country are YOU living in? Driven to a point where death is inevitable, or the only option for escape. This is what the Tories want to do. Dispense with all of us who seem unwilling to join in with our own endless flaying and salting, including the 'hardworking'. It doesn't matter to them. You are a number, an income, a credit rating. Humanity is only extended to the wealthy. And the greedy. The humans who are just like them.
A prime minister who can exploit his own son's death to prove his 'committment' to an institution he wishes to destroy. Nothing is beneath him. For when it's all about PR, when you don't believe a word of it, it doesn't matter anymore what's right or wrong. All that matters is how it sounds. Whether it's sellable to the biggest number of cretins. Cameron has always known this, it's the full extent of his concern about 'politics'. He may end up being a victim of democracy, although his dissolute indifference to whether he gets elected or not has always been massively apparent. Revealing, as was all Western Europen governmental reaction to South European political change. ‘Democracy’ is the value that always totes as the ‘reason we fight’, the British value of freedom at the ballot-box (yeah, it’s a British idea, didn’t u know?) that yr terrorists and yr tyrannical leaders don’t understand (unless they have oil we need in which case shush yr mush yeah?). The moment that voters in Europe actually exercised that right in the interests of change, in the interest of challenging the dominant political narrative of austerity, the narrative that sustains ’s self-appointed remit of overseeing & finessing asset-stripping and victimisation, it becomes a different matter. A faint wrinkle of the nose. A ‘regrettable outcome’. As if any electorate who refuses to ‘understand’ the ‘harsh realities’ that GDP is all that matters, that happiness and humanity have no place in post-crash politics, aren’t exercising their democratic rights ‘properly’. It sickens and his friends that there remains a section of the European people who haven’t been successfully bludgeoned into dazed submission by the “realities of the marketplace” i.e we fucked up, YOU PAY.
The idea that ‘austerity’ won’t solve the problems but IS the problem is not so strange to most of us, here at the sharp-end where the most vulnerable are tortured daily for the mistakes of the rich. To and his class such an idea is anathema because in truth, their ‘clients’ are not us but the financial and business interests they collude with in carving up and destroying whatever hasn’t been sold off yet. Fuck the Troika, and fuck austerity and god bless the Greek people for reintroducing a strange thing to European political life that night: hope. I don’t think I’m being stupid to feel it, still. And to be hopeful going into this election. Hopeful for chaos at the least. The chance for the Torys to flail, and shame themselves even more. Because their words condemn them, always.
"You’ve got to get out there and find people, win them over, get them to raise aspirations and get them to think that they can get all the way to the top".
Always with Dave, there's the patrician tone of a P.E teacher waiting at a pummel horse. Keen to praise. Eager to also humiliate. Send to the wall, fingers on lips, until the wall can swallow them up. Take up thy bed and walk type shit is all Cameron can rhetorically throw at the weak because unlike the rest of us, he doesn't have to worry about the way his words translate in the street. 'Raise our aspirations' means 'take any old shit to get you off JSA, here's a workfare placement at Poundland and don't come back to the Job Centre". The less he can turn on the belief, the emptier, the more desperate he sounds. He's Blair without the glassy-eyed belief. A new kind of emptiness of character and soul. The kind of man who can forget he has children, unless they die in which case they become useful totems, things that prove his belief in the state. The kind of man who works on a schedule and has never really had to think about what he believes in, only what belief he believes it would be beneficial to pretend to believe in. A word of truth on his lips would sting his sinus, overwhelm his senses. Make him gag. Campaigning hasn't suited him at all. The time when he most has to appear like he cares. Everything he's said of late has seemed to evaporate in a puff of hot air. A liability, perhaps worse than Major, just marginally better than Michael Howard/IDS/Hague. Gratifying to be reminded of this. Utterly out of his depth. A floundering, mediocre PR man. Remember him this way. And remember this government's emblematic moment - Thatcher's funeral. As starts reading from the Gospel of St. John, inside the coffin her eyes flare open, thinning slowly, a smile crossing her face. If they win on Friday she will still rule the country. We don't want that. We want her to continue to roar and rot in hell for all eternity.
Vote Labour. We'll sort out the leader afterwards. But vote Labour. It's the only way to kill the beast. For her minions are still with us. Her evil still lives. It is our duty as human beings to always seek ways of destroying it.