Saturday 12 December 2020

Second Advent Weekender, Full of Lies

 I don't think anyone actually believed the lies on buses. I don't think Brexit voters actually thought millions would be gratefully diverted, emancipated from the EU and handed to nurses and doctors who would then surgically implant them into pensioners and war heroes. The older ones, that is, not the lazy fuckers on the streets pretending to have nightmares about gulf war syndrome. No, they're just the ones the DWP deals with. Universal Credit's too good for them, as is decency from the state that sallies them forth to murder its enemies. 

People wanted to believe the Brexit lies. They could have written anything on the side of a bus and it would have unfortunately legitimised their belief. Sadly too many working class were and are among this cohort. A sad manifestation of years of political neglect, media conditioning and easy ignorance. I don't say that lightly, we're kept ignorant. Dissuaded from anything that can help analyse the situation. Even I, your humble scribe, finds other things to distract from reading theory. I'll never read Capital. I shouldn't have to. I don't think you need to in order to recognise the obvious odious shortcomings of capitalism, which should have died years ago. But here we are, kept alive on credit.

Sadly the consequence of righteously, and justifiably, sticking two fingers up to a ruling class that has abused you for yeras is that you were doing exactly what that portion of them wanted. The problem is that the ruling class were in two opposing camps over this neither of whom were on our side. The Brexit crowd just see this as another opportunity to make out like bandits and don't care the cost born by us. Their opponents are the more visible face of everything the working class have been conditioned to (and should) despise: authoritarian and exploitative. They are, but so are the other lot. All of them are capitalists bent on our exploitation, but one cohort playing us off against the other doesn't mean the Brexiteers have our interests at heart. They use easy tropes: foreigners taking our jobs and sovereignty. Through this it's divide and rule. 

Now here we are at the cusp of collapse. The lies have been exposed, but back to my original point; people want to believe. It's easy to believe the lies. But even Boris doesn't, otherwise he wouldn't be wasting his time, lazy fucker that he is, in Europe. He's on TV telling us how wonderful no deal would be, but obviously this is just a front because if he genuinely believed that he'd just go ahead and pull the ripcord and all this would be over (or just beginning). 

He lied through his teeth to win the election. In fact I'd go so far as to say he doesn't really care either way, since, as a ruling class millionaire, none of this will affect him. His promise of getting Brexit done was another appealing lie, predicated on a deal that was 'oven ready'. A hideous phrase in a hideous year of such. One more lie. It wasn't ready, because if it was we wouldn't be on the precipice of a no deal crash out. The worst of all outcome stares us in the face because...it was all lies.

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