After my close-ish shave with Hazel Blears earlier this year, (blogs passim), I was slightly concerned when I felt an almost infinitesimal but nonetheless discernable increase in my levels of respect for her. Her resignation from the cabinet on the eve of the recent elections showed, I felt, an honest acceptance of the fact that the New (Labour) party face another ten years in the electoral wilderness, (if they’re lucky) and that the sooner we all accept this, the sooner the Left can start either reforming and reorganising, or getting behind the Greens.
Blears’ craven recantation today shows how wrong I was. Power, it seems, is still the thing, at any cost. I was reminded of seeing the late great Kevin Coyne on The Whistle Test singing ‘Good Boy’, way back in the day. I couldn’t find the clip, where Coyne displayed something of the disgust I feel for our masters, by actually spitting while he sang; but here’s the song, as powerful as ever, and the second song I’ve dedicated to Ms Blears this year.
The Tories are ready to step into the vacuum left by the failures and betrayals of the New Party, and represent all we need by way of centre right parties, thank you very much. I’m hardly worried by Cameron and his mates at all. After all, compare how many people Thatcher killed during the Falklands conflict (about 1000) with the 150 000+ people that Blairbrown have totalled. And I’m not concerned that the ruling classes take money off me to maintain their moats. My family have been expoited by these people for the best part of a thousand years. We expect to pay for their moats. We’re used to it. No, what I object to is the New Party taking my money so that they can have a wank.
Last night on Any Questions, Frank Field (hired by Blair in 1997 to ‘think the unthinkable’ and sacked a year later for doing just that) said that this is a good time to be radical, and so it is. Let the Tories get on with fucking over this once great nation, and let the New Party go away, again. Only this time don’t come back until you’ve come up with something more radical, equitable, and peaceable than Thatcher Lite plus Illegal Wars. But it might take a very long time. Your movement is dead. And you killed it.