For the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing

How will I face my market customers tomorrow, sixty, or seventy percent of whom may have voted jackboots into the Reichstag again, along with a license for the extinction of most of the species of the Holocene – including our own? Will a steely politeness be appropriate – or a wry smile? Shall I say, Have a happy Christmas? For the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing.
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Poverty will walk into our communities like a deepening frost – life-blood syphoned into the laughing jaws of off-shore hyenas. My Guardian-reading friends will also delight in the spoils, for they helped to create them. Yet, as in 1930, this is democracy. It may be dangerous to speak. The culture will be preserved in tightly-folded papers of samizdat. For the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing.
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Is this extreme? Yes. It is appropriate. Is this despair? No. It is truth. Only by truth can we hope and hope remains appropriate.
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Of course, as in 1930’s Germany, most of those who voted for jack boots, had no idea what they’d done – just as the merry laughs which jet off to holiday destinations also have no idea what they do. Today, it is worse – in 1930, the vote produced a nightmare – a temporary end of times. Today, the UK vote is for the permanent end of times – full stop – and an end to sweetest dreaming, or nightmares. No generations can fight back, when the previous generation has voted in and endorsed the end of all generations.
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However, now we know what we should have known, which is that it is too late for a political process – too late for the IPCC. The coup in the Conservative Party and so also in Westminster has not just happened – it began fifty years ago, in our newspapers, radios and televisions – the generals becoming more and more confident as the years passed. After centuries of utter control, they’d been shocked by democracy into retreat in 1945. Now that democracy is fading, we need a mass exodus guided by common, ancient and filial ethics – a moral movement to leave the Guardian, the Sun, the Telegraph, The Times, The Express, The BBC… unheard and unread. We must build a society, which fits happily within much shrunken demands. Such a thing cannot, and never has happened (successfully) by coercion, advice, imposed tyranny, or the ballot. It is too complex a happening for any but the mingling of personal loves, skills, responsibilities and needs with those of others. Of course, Jeremy Corbyn dreamed just such a movement, which is why the verbal jack boots have spent such energy kicking down the doors of his dream. I am proud to say that I stood by Jeremy Corbyn and had no time for the yobs and louts of the Guardian and so on, who have destroyed their reputations forever by their efforts to destroy him. In a few decades (how many are left?) they’ll attempt to rewrite their biographies. Rising seas may then have engulfed their holiday homes…
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So yesterday, before the 2019 election and today, are no
different. Our aims are the same and although a more beneficent government may have removed some obstacles from our paths, even so, the currently malignant government will probably not interfere with our choices in how and what we trade, barter and share with each other – that is – how we abandon the enclosures and re-settle the common. In fact, the EU would have been viciously opposed to such an exodus. We can count that blessing.
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That, I leave to the next chapter – Reclaiming Capital.
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