Safe In Our Hands... or not?

Not!

Most definitely not!

Much has happened since the 23rd June Referendum and none of it to our collective benefits. I met a woman who said that she wanted to, "Give Cameron a bit of a kicking!" And then I met a man who said that he wanted to, "Take back control!" I encountered another couple of young men who wanted to, "Snatch back the country from the @%&$*s and the *&^%$s!" The latter party weren't overly interested in sharing this 'snatching' with the likes of this, "%*&&%ing old %&@£@ lover!" either. I beat a hasty retreat from the latter party, and kept well away from the subject of the England football team's sorry demise.

I spoke a while with the woman who didn't seem to have realised that this wasn't actually a General Election, and that Cameron had already booked his tickets to somewhere comfortable and free from the consequences of the Referendum. She was, she 'enlightened,' still anyway largely 'undecided' on the subject, and she sort of giggled helplessly when I attempted to suggest that the two aforementioned events were entirely different and that the Brexit vote might yet come back to haunt her... and her children... and quite possibly their children after that.

The man who growled about 'taking back control' was rather less inclined to discuss the 'result.' It would appear that he hadn't really thought much beyond the slogan, much like Boris. When the 'Human Rights Act' was mentioned, and the subject of a 'Working Time Directive' broached, in fairness the gentleman did mutter something about, "making up our own rules, instead of being dictated to." He declined to 'put his finger' upon any of the flaws in the current EU legislation, or to explain exactly how he thought Gove or IDS might 'better' this. Instead he clutched his Daily Mail so much the closer to his chest and started to shout and get red about the face. I really hadn't intended to 'chat' with the chap. Instead he rather, I think, assumed that we were in some sort of accordance. Perhaps he had always moved in those sorts of circles and had never actually considered the real consequences, or that anyone might have bothered to peer behind the shouted slogans?



Farage, of course, has surprised nobody with his schoolboy jeering and provocative rants. Johnson, now toxically bound in with the biggest of the lies, has hidden away, not wishing to be questioned upon the subject. His millions will anyway cushion him from the effects of his expensive games. As with the bankers' follies, it will be the mere 'plebs' who will be footing his bills. It would now appear that neither Johnson nor Gove had thought to plan for the eventuality of an exit vote. Because that's what the people 'needed,' not rational arguments and proper debate- or indeed a coherent exit strategy- they needed a slogan that they and their angry media could shout into the echo chambers of the empty-headed. Or perhaps they planned to stare, devoid of substance, into the pleading eyes of the undecided and to place there a hope that these terminal-liars might have, inexplicably developed some integrity. Paul McKenna would know, but not necessarily care.

The Labour Party could be having a field day; democracy could be royally flexing its muscles and knocking spots off the Tories. Instead it's one of those 'good day's to bury bad news' sort of occasions. As it is currently presented upon the TV news channels and in the UK's newspapers we have two mainstream political parties embroiled in a great deal of infighting. And we sort of do... except it's never quite as it's presented, is it?

Setting the Tories aside, let us concentrate upon the party that working people should be able to look to in such troubled times... the Labour Party. Indeed, were the electorate always presented with the fuller and impartial picture, it's hard to see why they might ever vote any other way. That is, unless and until a more representative option springs up... something decidedly Labour, as opposed to New Labour, we might just dare to hope.



The media would have us believe that the (New) Labour Party are so very fed up with Mr Corbyn that they are currently far more inclined to fall upon their swords, than they are to look up from their own navels and to notice the conflagration within the Tory camp. The media have conjured from the aether a scenario whereby certain factions of the Parliamentary Labour Party are struggling valiantly to bring the party back into the light. And this, of course, is entirely wrong. But it is actually far, far worse than this. Instead, we have before us, acted out almost in the shaming light of day, an ongoing Parliamentary Coup.

What we have is a parliamentary party wherein certain powers are blatantly attempting to wrestle control of the Labour Party away from the majority of its members, and into the soiled mits of a shadowy cabal working at the behest of an international war criminal. Alas the hopeful rumours of a wooden stake through the desiccated 'heart' of the beast were unfounded, instead the creature and his henchmen continue to claw away at each and every attempt to instill a modicum of decency into the Labour Party. New Labour, working through the Blaire-Fabian Society, are now so very desperate to kill the debate that they are almost operating fully in the open, barely now concealed at all.

We have discovered that the much written and talked about Labour Cabinet resignations- we already knew that they were orchestrated- were coordinated by Conor McGinn (Labour Whip), in order to cause maximum damage. Of those who obediently resigned, we know that at least fifteen of the Shadow Secretaries of State and nine other ministers were all deeply involved with the Fabian Society. "Resignations upon the hour!" For Heaven's sake, one might almost expect the puppets to sing and dance their exits for the cameras. Do the self-serving MPs even acknowledge that the Labour Party's membership has grown by over 100,000 in just the last week alone; do they think that this is to support the the drive towards ever-greater centralisation? And, not wishing to Labour the point, but, of those Constituency Labour Parties that have voted upon the media-and-PLP-dilemma, fully 72% have endorsed the current leader.



Eagle and Benn- his dad would have been so very proud- have been plotting from the start, briefing Kuenssberg (Cameron BBC appointee) and the Murdoch Press regularly, about each and every plotted deceit. So, it was little wonder that Hilary Benn's most Judas moment (Syria debate) was so 'beautifully' lit, his on-screen face so perfectly powdered. Whether it was Kuenssberg, Eagle or Benn who orchestrated the Tory applause is, of course, almost irrelevant. The role of the BBC presumably is to present each and every precision-timed attack as if it were an isolated incident, ever-reliant upon the electorate's compromised short-term memory- it has always worked a treat during General Elections.

When tainted Cameron shouted across the floor of the house, "Just go!" another piece of the jigsaw fell, as if by magic, into place. Go now and leave the Neocons to dilute the Chilcot Report, presumably? We must assume that the likes of Benn and muppets are hoping to 'view' the report with rather a different perspective to that of Mr Corbyn. Whatever Cameron may have said, or wished that he could have said, it was, in that shouted moment, quite clear that he shared some sort of allegiance or agenda with the Blairites.

The tangled web is quite shamefully extensive in its influences. We know that Murdoch was soon celebrating the demise of Britain's role in Europe. When he goes- surely now desperately overdue- we must be determined to insist upon a fully lead coffin, better still the price of a launching into the heart of the sun. His carcass will surely burn almost black!

As a minor source of news I had, until recently, persevered with 'Left Foot Forward,'- I used to link to the site- but was driven to drop this, when the site's relentless drive for a Blairite neoliberal agenda became just too much to stomach. I am forced to concede that I was overly naive in trusting its independence, even though the Will Straw (son), Jack Straw (rendition war criminal) link was always there. Is Will Straw's loyalty to his father's discredited ways better or worse than Hilary Benn's disloyalty to his father's far more honourable choices? Jack Straw is surely certain to shoulder some of the blame for New Labour's shameful covert ways, even if he will probably escape any form of justice for the consequently tortured.



But, back with the subject of Brexit, we are now probably saddled with the vote to leave, even though it was founded upon a lie. The vote has channelled the racists, the xenophobes, the Little Englanders and the most angry into one camp, albeit only briefly, and the reaction to a more honest reappraisal would perhaps not be one of mere banner waving. Johnson looks currently embarrassed- the fact that he had prepared two divergent declaration speeches shames him most of all- and Farage has gone (again!)- he had no plans beyond wrecking- and Blair has chosen this moment to attack- this one will generate no Chilcot Report- so we are where we are. We must now search for viable embers in amongst the ashes. And we must hope that more will not turn to ash before it can be plucked free from the angry flames.

I have never considered myself as an 'Englander,' always been more inclined towards 'British,' where any sort of stipulated label was required- although even this looks set to soon dramatically contract- and I was becoming evermore comfortable with the tag of 'European,' now snatched cruelly from my grasp through deceit and slight of hand on a massive scale.

I do not now feel inclined to despise half of the nation, I have watched and listened to numbers who voted to leave, to widen and to deepen The Channel, and I can understand their frustrations and their feelings of abandonment, some of them, but have yet to be convinced by anything that has been said. In truth, not much has been offered, a few vague and Sugar Candy mumblings about a world that does not and never did exist. Often there is already a sense of dawning betrayal in the eyes, the fire has already started to die. The Generals have ridden off and left the troops to a  country that is a lot smaller and a deal more isolated than it was just a few short days ago.



Should we ever manage to rebuild the bridge with Europe, I hope that whatever may have formed from the shunned EU at least listens to the confused voices of the Brexiters, because, if they do, there will be one undeniable truth that certainly deserves to be aired in those depleted Brussels chambers.  Whatever else we may have got wrong and misunderstood, or conflated so as to muddy the fact, the sense that the EU was serving, first and foremost, a monied elite of such unimaginable excess was surely somewhere deeply at the root of any angered sense of betrayal.

Shame then, that the selfsame monied elite already have a firm hold on this now far more isolated isle, and they're already drawing up plans to re-write the Human Rights Act.