Thinking about the rise of an ever-more rabid ‘Brexit Party’, and the slide towards fascism that seems to be co-ordinated worldwide, I came up with an aphorism or whatever you call it.
To me, as a pleb with politico-philosophical pretensions tagged on, the most depressing sight just now is the old ‘liberal elite establishment’ (ie the good guys), playing into the hands of the alt-right, populist nasties. There’s an irony, in that liberal values are based on a genuine desire to make the world a better place for the worker and the poor and the less able (even if one would rather not actually mix with the smelly thickos), while it’s only a matter of (brief) time before a triumphant right starts repressions and oppressions (first they came for the quinoa set, but …) that clobber us working class sods hardest, to feather their already luxurious nests and satisfy their lust for power.
Anyhoo, here’s my ‘witticism’. I may have overworked it a little, but as it says in my novel, Fardel’s Bear, If brevity is the soul of wit, I’m fucked.
Judging by their reactions to the Brexit Party*, the ‘liberal elite’ and political establishment, typified by ‘Change UK’, are like guests at Belshazzar’s Feast, who know there’s something written on the wall, but don’t see any need to read it.
In fact they’re trying to get a man in to paint over it.
But he’s gone back to Poland.
(*in other lands, insert name here, AfD,Trump, Orban, Bolsonaro, etc)
And a brief footnote: I keep seeing people describe the polling for the BP as them ‘surging into a lead’. If this were a First Past the Post election, indeed that would be a lead and give them a good chance of forming a government. But the Euro vote is PR (d’Hondt method), and 33% of the vote is anything but a lead. 67% are not intending to vote for them. Just bear that in mind. ☺