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Rip It Up

The most far-right cabinet in our lifetime. Climate-change deniers, racists, homophobes, misogynists, religious bigots, fundamentalists and sabre-rattling Empire nostalgists.

A clown-car stuffed with demented nut-jobs intent on slicing and dicing the NHS and handing it over to that Mussolini tribute act in the White House; deregulating still further the tattered remnants of our employment rights and making the obscenely rich even richer still.

The only thing more sickening than them are the utter morons with barely tuppence half-penny to rub together who vote for them. Working-class people happy to vote for the people who despise them and see more disabled people bullied to death, more kids plunged into poverty and hunger; racist dunces unmoved by the deporting of our own citizens; just as long as they get their fill of anti-immigrant and anti-foreigner hatred.

Working-class people cheering for Boris Johnson (who proposes to fund the pay rise for his ruling-class mates by hiking up their national insurance contributions), their stupidity is breath-taking. But their lack of self-respect is incomprehensible. Johnson despises we peasants. He’s laughing at you while you fawn over him. I’d rather eat my own colon than have such little dignity and self-respect.
Pitiful.

“Ah but that Corbyn…” blah blah blah. “He hates the country.” Sadly, right now, England deserves hatred. This mean-spirited, semi-feudal, inward-looking, racist backwater; full of creatures suffering from chronic soldier fetish, obsessed with a dead Empire and absolutely deluded in their belief that hating foreigners and sneering at Europe will, somehow, magically, lead to sunlit uplands, a new Jerusalem; a demented belief that a bunch of decadent toffs, who stand to make fortunes from the disaster-capitalism spawned by a no-deal Brexit are, somehow, on the side of the working-class.

England, your England, is a sociopathic child, a dunce toddler, fed lies by its patrician overlords who will destroy the futures of your children and grandchildren, while the parents wave union flags spouting hysterical garbage about two world wars and one world cup.

The birth right of generations sold for the insane pleasure of misplaced, hate-filled, toxic nationalism. Utterly contemptible.

And the upside? Perhaps the break-up of the historical cockpit of imperialism and, finally, a united Ireland. The end of the jingoistic and reactionary United Kingdom. The destruction of this Septic Isle where the gammon hordes bray about democracy, sovereignty and the will of the people – ho ho ho – while fawning and simpering before their unelected and unaccountable monarch. All brought to ruin by the most racist, colonial-minded and white supremacist Prime Minister since Winston Churchill.

Beautiful, wonderful irony. No less delicious in its bitterness.

Come on, kids; rip it up and start again. Your futures depend on it.

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