It’s here! Happy Article 50 Day! So many days to
celebrate: June 23rd, June 24th when we woke up to smell
a distant scent of freedom on the breeze and now March 29th, oh
happy days! But wait, it’s only the start. Every day of the next couple of
years, every step of the way, is going to be fought by the logical absurdity,
the alphabet noodle soup, which is the left wing of politics.
I’ve been thinking about this for a while, studying the history,
taking odd – very odd – detours down various conspiracy streets and I’ve come
to the conclusion, not surprisingly, that I’m right. Not just about everything,
which is taken as read, but on the nominal right of that nominal dividing line...
where the best of us live. Everybody knows what a lefty is, pretty much – we’ll
get to that – but it gets rather difficult to define the right except insofar
as you know one when you see one. With few exceptions ‘the right’ doesn’t
really have factions as such but more atomises towards individual rights and
responsibilities, with clusters based on the family molecule.
You pretty much know where you are when you are in the
company of people who generally advocate a live and let live approach, tempered
with a bit of common sense when it comes to how people live their lives. Don’t
hurt others, don’t expect a free ride and if you fuck up, don’t expect others
to always be there to dig you out, especially when it comes to money. The right
is the broth, the clear uncomplicated matrix which supports all the elements of
the soup. Which makes the left the noodles, the pearl barley, the lentils; all
the diverse bits which don’t easily blend in but nevertheless provide texture
and intrigue.
I’m not playing the tired old racist, sexist, ageist,
homoislamophobic bigot, etc when I ponder the make-up of the anti-Brexit crowd.
If we were to examine the represented interests among the visible remain
campaigners I’m betting there would be a far greater than ‘normal’ representation
of the following groups of strange bedfellows:
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‘Humanists’
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The homeless
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Superannuated hippies
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The mentally challenged
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Pissed-up students
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NHS Party apparatchiks
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NUT-affiliated teachers
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‘Philosophers’
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The workshy (see above)
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White people with dreadlocks...
Plus, of course, the assorted flotsam and jetsam of the LGBTQI++double-plus-plus-double-good
community; a minority actually made up
of minorities. Clumps of coagulating oddness occasionally coalescing into
sticky masses of less than flavoursome clag, refusing to meld into the whole
soup and ruining the dish.
They talk of division, but the division is of their own making;
splitting society into ever more nuanced special-interest groups; slicing the
community cake thinner and thinner. And the thing that separates the world of
standards and order and mutual respect and actual equal rights from the world
of the left? They want the world they despise to pay for the world they imagine
they want; a world of free-for-all and damn the expense, somebody else will
pick up the tab.
Really? You're not helping...
But you know, from today they have the perfect
opportunity to make amends for all the trouble they have caused, all the hurt
they have engendered. If they want to participate in a world fit to bring their
children into they could, instead of trying to sabotage Brexit, get behind it.
Instead of being the gritty irritants that lodge between your teeth to irritate,
they could do their bit to try and mix with the rest of the UK house soup. Think
of Brexit as the dental floss that clears away all the crap.
