Getting Better Yet?

I watched Made in Dagenham on Sunday afternoon. Ah nostalgia – they don’t make it like they used to, do they? A heart-warming story of the days when Trade Unions had a noble and valuable role. It was made very clear in the film that Labour was the party of the working classes and a creation of the well-intentioned unions. I can remember as a boy believing, as did my mother, that Barbara Castle was a paragon of the conviction politician, determined to bring about change and improvement. Good for her.

But the film also made clear that the unions themselves had a role in their own decline with the caricature of Bernie Inn Diplomacy; whole days off work for a ten-minute meeting, management and union officials alike ‘playing the game’ and missing the overall point of their existence and in fact often working against the interests of the very people they represented. Don’t you worry your pretty little heads about it, they told the women, we know best.

In their heads they had the stirring words of the Communist Party Manifesto Chapter II and longed for “[The] formation of the proletariat into a class, overthrow of the bourgeois supremacy, conquest of political power by the proletariat.” And blindly followed the party plans to destabilise society and reform it in the image of a utopia imagined fully a century earlier.

And here we are today. Where Marx and Lenin and Stalin and Hitler and Mussolini failed, Monnet and Spinelli and Herman Van Rompuy have played the long game and what we see all around us is a world that Marx may well have approved of. Marriage devalued, education defunct, religion fragmented and nobody trusting anybody else. A universal welfare society with ever more members, creating ever more precious 'equality'. To each according to his greed, from each according to what we can screw out of him. Down and down we sink.

Barbara Castle would have been would have been horrified to see where this was going, but the old Labour Party was too blunt an instrument to get any further than the 1970s and the enterprise culture of the 1980s destroyed collective action for good. That’s why New Labour had to be invented and why it had to embark on a programme of ‘progressive’ socialism to sell to a largely freed proletariat the notion not of unity, but of infinite merry variety. “Look at us, we’re fucking lovely!” said Tony Blair, “Things can ONLY get better!” (Few heard when he added, “…for me.”)

And all around Europe Marx’s other little helpers helped themselves to the reins, placed them in little Angela’s hands and helped her cracked the whip. Crack – there go the borders. Crack - there goes your currency. Crack – there go your freedoms and now you dare not speak out you belong to us. The Glorious Fatherland Project is almost complete.

Adolf Groucho Herman Marx

What is happening in Cyprus can and will happen elsewhere. You can see it happening, but you are powerless to resist. You can feel it coming for you and your family, but you have nothing left with which to fight it. Being IN Europe means entirely controlled BY Europe. Things can only begin to get better when we are out. And the EU's representative on earth, Dave-Ed Camiliclegg will NEVER let you have a say in that.

Super Diversity

You have to hand it to Twitter, I mean you really do. There I was, idling away my Sunday, vaguely wondering what I would blog about, given the overly-rich diet of bad news right now, when all of a sudden an unbidden inspiration emerged from the gloom. An untermensch of Merseyside origin decided to challenge me on the content of somebody else’s tweet. I had clicked on the re-tweet link several hours earlier, but fair enough; if you don’t get out of bed in the morning it can be hard to keep up to speed. 

Where, he wanted to know, had I sourced my figures for potential Bulgarian immigration to Britain? The fact that I had sourced no such figures and that the words were not my words didn’t seem to satisfy the intrepid inquisitor, who then proceeded to alternately harangue and plead and guess and insult and generally make himself unwelcome for a couple of hours or so. Such is the playground mentality of ‘social’ media, a few others gathered to watch the scrap, occasionally interjecting the odd catcall or ‘helpful’ piece of advice. 

He was right about one thing, however, I am genuinely concerned about future immigration and unhappy about levels of past immigration. The fact that the Labour Party, responsible for the massive unbalanced recent surge is finally admitting some culpability should be concern for everybody; politicians don’t admit to anything unless the wall is well and truly covered in already unshiftable shit. 

Even yesterday, Boris Johnson was trotting out the tri-party line that immigration is an overall positive thing for Britain, as if immigration ITSELF was a solution, not the problem - politically and socially - it very clearly is. Immigration as an end is not a good thing and surely if it is about the economy, immigration should always be a second choice solution, not the first. 

Maybe it’s me who has it all wrong, but can somebody please explain the logic in simultaneously creating an underclass of welfare dependent, unemployables whilst importing a new underclass of unskilled sub-minimum wage workers? Can somebody persuade me that despite massive investment in expensive technical gewgaws our non-academic kids are not leaving school without the basic tools for a working life? Can somebody find me a single, non-brainwashed, non-Toynbeed, moderate British citizen, who is not gravely concerned about all this? 

My Twitter interrogator sounded at first like he might be just such an example, but then he launched into the default mindless Thatcher-hate credo that blights that particular part of the country, long ago lost to an ethnic entity separate from the mainstream. But they’ve been assimilated into the population in their own unique way - it’s a pretty much unchallenged national view that it’s acceptable to scorn a Scouser. So I did. Soz. 

For years, concerns about immigration en-masse have been dismissed as racist. For years, our cognitive dissonance about the mutually exclusive goals of both equality and diversity have been derided by the chattering classes whose doublethink gives them no such nausea, dreaming up ever more outlandish phrases rather than address and tackle the problem. Only this morning I stumbled on the term ‘super-diverse’ as a euphemism for conquest. 

This essay by David Goodhart, a self-confessed dupe of political correctness and the belief that liberal socialism had all the answers is a too-late confession of the intentions of a hopelessly out of touch ruling class. Dismissing the decades of concerns of those who have to live with their meddling as regrettable, I hardly think an essay cuts it. Nor does this follow-up piece in which he argues for, yes, more social engineering to create a sense of British identity. (He is, of course, plugging his semi-confessional, yet not really repentant book.) 

I say, Johnny Foreigner, do fuck orf!

What you may have failed to notice, dear boy, is that until the unwanted interventions of the chattering classes, we already had a centuries strong British identity. You may have heard of Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dickens, Kipling and Churchill. I suggest you fucking read them.