Slowly, Slowly...

There's little crowing, and even less overt optimism over the coming election from a Labour standpoint, in this week's New Statesman, even given the poll lead that Labour continue to command and the self-evident meltdown of the Tory government and even the party itself. How very British. How very cautious and unwilling to hope for too much of the outcome of the election. Even when droves of Tory MPs are heading for the fire exit in fear of their future employability in the real world. Even when the government are throwing scraps at what they imagine is the last remaining dregs of their electorate - my generation of oldies - wrong move, dickheads, we're Boomers. Even[!] when all the economic arguments, the sleaze, grift and the unbelievable levels of social inequality point inexorably to an absolute, fundamental, visceral need for seismic political change; still the Left are cautious to the point of fretting that we have somehow got it wrong and we will get bitten yet again by a resurgent Right, despite all the shit they have foisted on this poor archipelago for so long. Courage, people: bring on an independence day victory. An independence from the hegemony of a Tory ideology gone totally rogue over the last few decades. Bring on an independence day victory and a return to the boring reality of a cautious government, that may not be that interesting, exciting or newsworthy, but exactly which is required to unpick the carnage of the last fourteen years: reform, rather than revolution; just as it was under Attlee, et al, post war.