The relentless rise of social democracy

Excellent insight into the current political turmoil in the UK.

Fear and Loathing in Great Britain


A letter a day to number 10. No 1,483

Monday 04 July 2016.

Dear Mr Cameron,

There has been a great deal of media coverage of the alleged rise of right wing extremism, and certainly Nigel Farage was triumphant about nationalism. “We have done it without a bullet being fired,” he trumpeted, a heinous insult to the memory and family of Jo Cox.

Britain is certainly in turmoil, not least from 6 years of imposed austerity and relentless fear mongering and manufactured division from politicians and the media alike and if people are angry, they have good reason to be with the most divisive, right wing, god awful government in our history.

If we look beyond the news and all the lies and spin, however, something very different is going on. The latest news from the Trussell Trust is that they now have a network of 424 foodbanks and in…

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Ronnie and Maggie – 1984

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                                                            Ronnie and Maggie – 1984

People may be cooped up in Hell….But if they yell together that they are saints they all believe it.

This is the power of mob conviction.

Its extent shows why each man ought to be at considerable pains to convince himself of truth, rather than of dogma, or half of a truth, or of nothing.

Those who subscribe to dogma or who hold half a truth to be all of the truth or who say, “I know nothing,” make a palsied spectacle of themselves and it is not only unpleasant to live with them, but dangerous in addition.

Down the shuffling ages have gone myriads of people calling to Muhammad, as Christians call to Christ, and revering Buddha or Confucius, as Christians say they revere Christ. All of them think of each other as heathenand they are, all of them.

Each of them, and many more, has a man and a book and some have a word, but none will listen to the word of the other to see if anything can be learned by it. Their cities rise and vanish. The stupefying multiplicity of their wars and arguments rust and are silent.

They never think: I did this for nothing, or we died for nothing. But the pyramids were for nothing. All the holy dead in all the crusades died for nothing—though economists, swallowing a caravan of camels, will tell you it was for trade routes.

Kingdom, power and glory, forever accessible to man are forever so meanly snatched at that they turn to clay in the hands of men.

The dime out has extinguished even the frail lantern of Diogenes. Christ asked only that you set truth first ahead of all other fealties, and that you examine yourself, not your brother, with its light.

Whenever the door of Hell opens, the voice you hear is your own.

Philip Wylie
Generation of Vipers 1942
page 314-315