Passenger on Nostr: npub1g0tuf…3tvm4 I think it's a little more nuanced than that: it's class war, yes, ...
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I think it's a little more nuanced than that: it's class war, yes, but I think it's also panic.
"When in mortal danger
When beset by doubt
Run around in little circles
Wave your hands and shout"
The Conservative Party is in complete disarray. They've been unable to reconcile their Brexiteer faction with their capitalist faction with their social-conservative faction with whatever Truss and Kwarteng's faction is called. Nothing they're doing is working. Their core constituencies of spiteful retired racists who can only achieve joy from looking at house price graphs and guys who think that if they buy more poppies for their 4x4s it'll make them the hero of an Andy McNab novel are dispirited and slipping to further-Right parties.
So, like a husband who knows he's about to be divorced and knows he deserves it, they're trying to reference back to a time when they were in agreement, playing the song they first danced to in the hope that it'll keep her around one day longer. It's pathetic, in the literal sense of the word, a panic that comes from deep in the gut rather than any rational analysis of the situation.
It's also extremely destructive and shitty, because they're Tories and they're shitty people.
I think it's a little more nuanced than that: it's class war, yes, but I think it's also panic.
"When in mortal danger
When beset by doubt
Run around in little circles
Wave your hands and shout"
The Conservative Party is in complete disarray. They've been unable to reconcile their Brexiteer faction with their capitalist faction with their social-conservative faction with whatever Truss and Kwarteng's faction is called. Nothing they're doing is working. Their core constituencies of spiteful retired racists who can only achieve joy from looking at house price graphs and guys who think that if they buy more poppies for their 4x4s it'll make them the hero of an Andy McNab novel are dispirited and slipping to further-Right parties.
So, like a husband who knows he's about to be divorced and knows he deserves it, they're trying to reference back to a time when they were in agreement, playing the song they first danced to in the hope that it'll keep her around one day longer. It's pathetic, in the literal sense of the word, a panic that comes from deep in the gut rather than any rational analysis of the situation.
It's also extremely destructive and shitty, because they're Tories and they're shitty people.