New Dawn Fades

theresa-may

Theresa may but she may not.  Her penchant for wearing heels is appropriate given how good she is at dragging them.  Since the referendum we have now had Six Months and Sweet FA.  Theresa desperately wants to be Maggie, but doesn’t have the electoral mandate; and she can’t be Maggie, because Maggie only stayed in power by convincing just enough people in the constituencies where it mattered, to vote Tory and share the spoils of purchasing the stolen goods that constituted our national infrastructure.  The family silver has been sold and now the cupboard is bare, our ‘sterling’ currency being anything but that, its market value based only on what investment return can be gained from it (next to bugger all with interest rates so pitifully low).  Under Tory then Labour then Tory we have had a ‘brick’ standard for our economy over the past few decades.  Little wonder then that for a large minority of voters in Britain, the EU is either better or no worse; and as the EU has ruled against Theresa’s Snoopers’ Charter, they have a valid point.

Many of these ‘Remainers’ believe that the EU needs to be reformed and that this is still achievable.  Their intentions may be sincere, but not a single one of them can elaborate how this reform can come about, given the EU’s track record of ignoring any attempts to do so and its contempt for any referendum result which goes against the deterministic European Project to create a continental superstate.  Theresa is, like Maggie was, a ‘Remainer’ at heart.  A true Tory, a whore to big business and its desires for anything that will reduce the costs of labour.  (It was Maggie after all who signed the Single European Act to encourage mass migration to drive down labour costs).  Theresa talks a lot of tough guff about immigration but without any sincerity.  Her track record as Home Secretary, by making cuts to the UK Border Agency, shows that she is anything but sincere on the matter.  Theresa realises that ‘Brexit’ is the only chance that she will ever have to make her mark on the world as a Leader.  With Hillary out of the way and Angela on the skids, Theresa could become the most powerful female Head of Government in the world; and a genuine ‘Brexit’, a clean break, would mean no more subordination to the EU.  But she won’t go that far, she is still trying for a fudge which will please no-one.

I made my departure, my ‘Leave’ vote, as I recognise that the EU has got beyond the point where it can be reformed, not something which I would have thought a decade and a half ago.  But to me, ‘Brexit’ is only worth having if it leads to greater reforms of the United Kingdom, such as it is, possibly away from being a Kingdom or Queendom.  An unelected Head of State, an unelected Upper Chamber (Lords rather than Commissioners) and the lack of a written constitution are issues which genuine progressives should be addressing, instead of clinging to the EU.  We Britons cannot change the EU, we are outsiders and always have been.  The EU will not adopt the common sense solution to its lack of moral authority, of a demerger into a Common Market for the trade in goods and services and nothing more than that.  So we must Leave the EU and build a better Britain, better than the Tories can ever offer us and take back the infrastructure which they plundered from us.  All this sounds very Old Labour, but that is what I am deep down.  The Tories’ procrastination over ‘Brexit’ is because only a minority of them genuinely support it, so the majority are hoping that the longer they can drag it out (with the backing of fraudulent ‘progressives’), the more fed up ‘Leave’ voters will become and say fuck it, why bother?

Finally, one should try to be optimistic and wish good tidings at this time of year; and in keeping with that, the journalist whom I mentioned in an earlier post on this blog must be expecting a single malt from Santa, so merry is he.  However, I cannot share his merriment.  The contrived ‘migrant crisis’ and the terrorist attacks that have come in its wake do not bode well for a peaceful New Year, as both will continue indefinitely.  The globalist enterprise known as the so-called British Broadcasting Corporation, the voice of the political establishment, will accuse those who voted ‘Leave’ of turning their backs on Europe, hence being on the same side as the so-called Islamic State.  Just wait.

Novius is my Neighbour

I first read J. G. Ballard’s novel High Rise more than twenty years ago.  In common with most of Ballard’s ‘dystopian’ fiction, his ideas were good but his characters always struck me as being one-dimensional, without a past and a future, not people whom you would meet in any context.  With High Rise, the synopsis is of tribal warfare breaking out in a luxury apartment block in London’s docklands, the book having been published in 1975 when any such developments were still a long-way off.  Each floor of the apartment block was inhabited by a different social stratum, with the wealthiest at the top; the inverse of the Roman insulae and the tenements in the posher parts of Edinburgh (eg Marchmont), where a ground floor (main door) flat with its own garden carries greater status.  Reading the book, I couldn’t help wondering why the less wealthy who lived on the bottom floors didn’t just block access and egress to those living further up when the warfare broke out, depriving them of food, water and all services.

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And so on to last year’s film adaptation, released this year on DVD.  With its supposedly stellar cast it was disappointing to me, though presumably not to those who enjoyed the eye candy of Tom Hiddleston; one for the ladies.  The problem with the film is that no-one really looks or acts the part, they either go over the top as Luke Evans did with his character, or just seem bored, dressing up for the sake of getting paid.  A hairy chest, sideburns and collar-length hair were not mandatory for any 70’s man, but in the case of Hiddleston, he appears just like a modern man of the present era and can’t escape from looking that way.  The kids don’t look like they (we, my generation) looked back then either.  I couldn’t relate to them as I could do with kids in programmes or films that were made during the 1970’s.  Such films and programmes are widely available on DVD for anyone who wants an authentic taste of the era.

So instead of trying and failing, in my opinion, to mimic the mid-1970’s, it would have been better to set the film in the present, as David Cronenberg did with his adaptation, now twenty years ago, of Crash, where he also changed the setting.  Granted, that film was absurd (and I even went into Brum to watch it at a now defunct multiplex), but at least he tried to inject some originality into it, rather then making a 70’s pastiche.

High Rise ends with a speech by Margaret Thatcher, placed presumably to try and give a ‘historical’ context to a younger audience, but the problem of course that she only became leader of the Conservative Party in 1975.  She had not yet then become the ‘Iron Lady’ and was four years away from becoming Prime Minister.  As to what she looked like in 1975:

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