Moggy, moggy, moggy....it's a rich man's world!
The sun rises and a group of protesters, called Class War, descend upon the (latest) home of the bewilderingly out of touch Jacob Rees Mogg. A man who thinks that rape should be rewarded with further brutality: the curtailment of women's rights is simply another assault the victim must endure. A man who thinks the existence of foodbanks - a symptom of cruelty and state created deprivation - is uplifting; thus he washes his soul in the misery he inflicts on others. The UnAmerican Psycho.
A man who thinks the Bedroom Tax is a carefully calibrated policy - yes, calibrated to fuck up the lives of many for no appreciable gain, such that they have to lie about the existence of a 'spare room subsidy' to mechanically justify its workings. A policy of ideology, not the remotest shred of pragmatism.
This man is abhorrent. His existence is an unwelcome counter productive anachronism supported, I would think, by a large business elite within his constituency. The mire from which this weed sprouts doing harm in god's name and, probably, god's accent. The lord, after all, is a plum-toned vicar from Hobbitonshire on the Wold after all. Heaven has no spare room subsidy.
So it's a fucking huge shame that, by allowing one idiot to address his kids, the points they had to make were lost. Inevitably the media were going to focus on that. Confronting Mogg is already an uphill battle in the eyes of the right wing media (which is 99% of the media).
Not a smart move.
But here's the thing. What they said was not untrue.
"Your daddy's not a nice man!"
Look. This is reality. Their father isn't a nice man. That's the truth. The real issue that should be discussed is the bizarre life this creature leads. He has a nanny for fuck's sake. His children are named as if they were Latin pronouns or adverbs. He doesn't live in the real world. He is functionally and genetically incapable of understanding our lives. How can he?
But
"Your daddy's not a nice man!"
Is not a good look. Like it or not, we live in the age of optics. One of the reasons Mogg does so well (ugh) is that he cultivates a privilege-cushioned posture of calmness. Something that's a lot easier to do when your own kids aren't starving.
That's the problem with the Class War debacle. There is a valid message that could have been put forward, that could even have involved, albeit indirectly, his kids without actually...involving his kids. That is: the Wee Moggs aren't going to sleeping on empty stomachs or waiting for a nutritionally bereft foodbank parcel. Their parents aren't going to be the ones struggling with the institutionally wicked deliberate chaos of Universal Credit.
They are not going to be on the sharp end of their father's policies.
"Your daddy's not a nice man!"
So instead of exposing the ridiculousness of this artificial human's lifestyle by throwing it into stark relief compared to the lives of the poorest, Class War resort to unfortunate type. They act like children who've discovered swear words for the first time. That's a shame because some of them are well read and should know better. The underdogs went for the dishonourable approach and the inevitable happened. What they could have done is what they did later focussing on Mogg's nanny and asking whether she gets paid a decent wage. Who knows if she does.
So the nation's kids will again go to sleep on empty stomachs, in poverty, and in crisis, all so the incredibly advantaged and privileged children of people who happen to have won life's lottery can have their feelings hurt. There is something desperately wrong here. None of this should have to be happening at all. But this horror persists because of stupid actions on the part of those opposing this system. We agree this system is intrinsically awful and cannot be reformed, but there is a journey to get past it and that journey is made steeper when you behave like a fool.
There should be no Jacob Rees Mogg's in this world. That should be the goal; no one should have this kind of power and privilege, look at what it does. I think Mogg is a mutant; a twisted product of radioactive society. Finance and privilege breed the dogs of capitalist war. For the good of us all they need to be taken down, their power de constructed and their wealth expropriated to be shared where it belongs - to all of us.
We want the world and we want it now!
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