The Veil Is Falling

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It looks like the scales are finally falling from the eyes of the many beguiled and deceived by the siren song of Tory fantasy: their promised land looking further away now than at almost any time in their history. I'll be brief, as it's late, and I need me bed, folks. From the fisherfolk of Devon waking up to the reality of post-Brexit, well, fishing and actually selling their catch; to the supposed benefactors of "levelling up™" in "The North", there is a growing unease that something may well, actually, be truly rotten in this state of Denmark: apologies to the Danes for dragging them into this mess for the sake of literary allusion.

Whilst half the country appears to be on strike out of sheer desperation, Rishi Sunak feels it appropriate to simply trot out the usual Tory crap about the unions and their supposed intimacy with the Labour opposition, whilst Dominic Raab is caught on camera in the House (the lip readers among us being in no doubt) shouting "Wanker!" at the leader of the opposition during PMQs. Given the doubtful state his career is currently in, you'd think he might be a little more circumspect before the cameras, but nah, he's a wanker.

And to rub salt into the self-inflicted wounds of those on the Tory benches, whilst Sunak was attempting - and failing - to ingratiate himself with "Northerners", Starmer & Reeves were networking with all and sundry at Davos and going down extremely well with government and business leaders from around the globe. Labour has indeed got plans, and good, solid ones: all they need now is to avoid the vaulting ambition of their New Labour predecessors, when they inevitably take office. The big difference between Labour then and Labour now, is the difference between the leaders of the party then and now. Blair was posh, Starmer is not. Let's hope that is difference enough.

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  1. Anonymous2 February 2023 at 12:59

    We underestimate social ambitions at our peril mate!:(
    On the fishing front: we do not have the fleets of small inshore boats anymore cos the EU grants were only for big SHIPS. Hence they are crewed by cheap labour and deplete stock as we've learned ad nauseum. Plus the ammount of shit that we distribute in our inshore waters buggers up our fish. As for the catastrophic die off of crustaceans "Up North East" is just the tip of the pollution that the tories are SPONSORING with their socially and environmentally disaterous "Free Ports" policies, DEAD fish are consumed and the pollutants go with the prey up the food chain!!!
    JHS

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