So, we lost the election by a landslide. The voters of Britain do not want Socialism; even the soppy, half-arsed version proffered by Jeremy Corbyn’s party. They gladly embraced the fraudulent directive, ‘your homes will be worthless’ if Commie Corbyn gets his way – as broadcast by our Tory-administered mithering media. Exclusive ownership of house with car are standard symbols of success in the West; me in my castle with wheels to boot – as even a hint that this might change suggests catastrophe. Was a primary factor of the faux-progressive laissez-faire program promoted by Thatcher’s cackling cronies to undermine a wilful workforce by vilifying trades unions and denouncing social housing, to keep them at work or in starving streets. An international serial saga been running for decades as an actual global covert conspiracy – in need of a theory?
  My main frustration after the defeat – when areas of Britain which had hugely supported the Labour Party as long as there was one, turned deep blue – is with the speed and extent of the neo-liberal, centre-left’s bemoaning joker Jezza’s ‘lack of appeal’. As the only front bencher in 30-odd years who has challenged our bastardised crony capitalism while proposing genuine SOCIALIST solutions for the infrastructural dark deficiencies that allow corrupt, conniving officials to exploit said scheme. Anti-Corbyn campaigners out beavering brave; he’s antisemitic, pro-remain, IRA sympathiser, Hezbollah supporter, Putin apologist, Iranian-funded America hater who won’t push the button to save us all; a student-socialist, Poundland Lenin surrounded by fawning Corbynistas – yet not one word of this is TRUE. The raving loonies having their field day in the sun as our brilliant modern tech utopia encourages arseholes of every persuasion to plug their toxic promulgations. Those twittering cunts.
I see the Blairs are chanting from the pulpits – two arch imposters. Did they ever find those world war Weapons of Mass Destruction? How many acres of parks and playgrounds did he sell to developers – 40% of our cricket pitches were reconsigned as supermarket carparks in the early 2000s. Why would you trust those botoxed bonces – the ex-PM looking scarily like the ogre offspring of Joan Rivers when mated with a skink.
  I have to ask these New Labour stalwarts, ‘What do you want?’ Is it ruling power at any old cost? Compromised principles with capitalist cronies; that famously fallacious best-of-both-worlds? When all sorts of business and property ‘development’ is put to tender. Where the public purse provides working capital with means of production while the entrepreneurs accept all praise and keep all profits – and if, as often, it goes tits-up we jolly old taxpayers get to foot the bill? Why call yourself LABOUR? If genuine, practical Labour policies are rejected by voters the obvious action is: dissolve the party. Just move ON! Send those crypto-Tory tossers off to join whichever revisionist affected alliance best suits their libertarian, uber ethics.
  Thank God I’ll miss the coming crisis; the one where they drag those one-percenters screaming from their beds and hang them in their barb-wired palaces… will not be quite as much fun as it sounds. Probably.