A Nice Evening: until IDS/Truss...

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I was going to reflect simply on the heat of the afternoon, the glorious blue sky, and the glass of red in front of me. But I can't ignore the boiling, visceral anger that this bunch of abject, useless, pointless failures - the Tories and their non-government - raise in me. It gets worse by the hour, let alone the day. The disturbing prospect of a reborn ultra like Truss getting her mitts on power is more than any mere mortal with an ounce of humanity to them can suffer.

One of her acolytes - sorry, supporters - is the execrable Iain Duncan Smith, a middle-class boy of similar age to myself, from not a million miles geographically from where I was born and brought up: Solihull, but which as far as those of us from The Green [blog-posts passim] might just well have been Berkshire or Mars. His philosophy is exactly that of Truss': cut taxes, cut taxes, cut taxes. He - and she knows full well - that tax cuts will only benefit the better-off and the rich. The majority of the UK population, currently weathering the collective storms of post-Covid, recession, inflation and social erosion, will not see anything but a continued downward spiral into poverty under such a simplistic, right-wing approach to the economy.

It's time the so-called red-wall voters fessed up and admitted that they backed the wrong sodding horse last time around, and vote next time for the opposition - either party or even coalition, it really doesn't matter at this juncture, who, while not perfect, or offering all solutions to all problems at the drop of a hat, are at least on the side of the angels and the rest of us. When the opportunity presents itself - and it will, given any of the possible scenarios that will pan out of the Tory leadership contest: vote for your own benefit, and not for the continuation of this oligarchy of wealthy idiots...

I will emphasize the rider, here: I'm not wealthy, I am a pensioner - State Pension, not company - and I don't have enormous resources; but I am comfortable, canny and Bolshie; lucky to have what I have - thanks to a free state education system that gave me the mental resources to survive this world. But, still, I was a boy from The Green, with all that entails, class-wise, and have never, ever, forgotten my roots.  The working class has to stand proud and face up to the privileged now, more than ever: our self-created heritage is being pissed down the drain by people who do not themselves deserve to shine our boots, let alone rule the roost over us. Think on, and act: it's your right.

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