Don't Get Fooled Again

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Who's Fooling Whom?

While President-Elect Joe Biden seems firm in effecting root and branch changes in the US from day one of his coming Presidency: echoing Roosevelt’s New Deal and hopefully ushering in a new era for American politics, our excuse for a government is setting out, behind the scenes and under cover of the pandemic, policies that threaten to push us back into the nineteenth century in terms of workers’ rights and public spending. It looks from this old grouch’s perspective as if the ‘New-Monied’ arrivistes of this country are intent on joining the landed gentry in reclaiming their collective ‘birthright’. It is pretty self-evident what this implies for the rest of us: lower wages, longer working hours, emasculated union representation and a pension age pushed well beyond the average person's lifespan. Never mind the inevitable privatization of our health and welfare services, already well underway.

What is less obvious though, is the implication for the economy as a whole. The simple concentration of wealth in an ever-decreasing circle of power, coupled with ‘trade deals’ that favour financiers and few else; our largest trading bloc now effectively cut off and fewer and fewer actually in the workplace: the perfect conditions for an economic meltdown with virtually no manufacturing, agriculture in decline and a populace largely taken out of the economy through un/der-employment. Maybe this is what it will take to shake up both the electorate who turned volte-face to ease this gentleman’s club into power, and the right-thinking amongst those on the Tory back benches: the support from which the opposition will be dependent on if the government is to be prevented from bringing our country - our country - to its knees. They’ve got until May 2024: our country has far less time to do something in order to prevent us all being dragged into their feudal fantasy; it can and will happen, if we’re not very, very careful…

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