A Lamb to the Slaughter...

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Predictably, Angela Rayner has fallen on her sword and resigned both as Housing Secretary and as Deputy Prime Minister; a ritual sacrifice on the altar of ostensible political probity simply to satisfy the blood-lust of the Right. Marvellous. The one shining working-class light in this Labour Party and government has been snuffed out as a result of trial by the mob: the lynching of the last real voice of the working class is complete, and the Right have spared no time in crowing about it like the bunch of self-aggrandising no-marks that they are; sparing no thought for the truths behind Rayner's story in the matter. That she resigned shows that she is a woman of honour. That her resignation was accepted shows that the Labour Party acts within the rules of the game. However, in introducing these stricter rules of probity, they now find themselves having to sacrifice good and honest people in the process. Who benefits ultimately from this act of political seppuku? The political Right, for sure, who will continue to be as grace-and-law-less as always: greed is good, remember? By any and all means fuck-thy-neighbour-over and be a bad winner in the process: 

For those on the Right, taxes are there to be not paid by whatever means. For those on the Right, money and not real purpose in life is the ultimate aim: Mammon trumps people. For those on the Right, it's who and what you know, and not what you can usefully do for the common good that counts. We've seen this scenario before of course, throughout the sorry history of our species. It's interesting to reflect on the fact the right-minded thinkers amongst our number so often tend to be historians, commentators and observers, rather than actual doers these days. It would seem that the wind has been taken from the sails of rebellion by the bullshit bread and circuses fed to us by unspeakable capital, and by the resultant apathy of our concomitant powerlessness. Angela Rayner's defenestration [and it was just that] is yet another nail in the coffin of the ordinary person in the street, one of whose number Rayner is. The fact that so many of those ordinary people are actually complicit in her downfall via the hysteria of 'social' media is just plain fucking depressing...

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