The Maypie and the Kitchen of Brexit
The T6 has made it to Ystradgtnlais over the Brecon Beacons. I collect my thoughts and the images and words begin to flow..
The Brexiteers rave and scream at the price to get out. The government
reminds of witnessing a magpie seeking to escape from my kitchen. It
sees the outside it sees the kitchen..yet there is glass in the way. It
bears itself again and again against the glass.. injuring itself in the
process.. it can't see the glass.. it
can't comprehend it's existence or nature...its does comprehend reality.
The glass is the globalised economy it's the myth of sovereignty, it's
the lie in the existence of the nation state.. .the Magpie cannot
understand that it can check out but understands that in leaving they
will destroy both their party and their administration. The curse of the
Corn laws of the 19th Century is enveloping the Tory Party . Soon they
will be out of power for a generation. Soon the toxicity of corner shop
conservatism, lower middle class prejudice and the unthinking racism and
chavanism of the bluekippers will be all that's left.
The Maypie loses feathers, it creates wounds and fissures within
itself. Parts of its body politics hate other parts and as it dashes
itself the drama goes on and on. Like a person suffering from an
obsessive co.mpulsion it can think of nothing else. All else is
forgotten as the Magpie destroys itself and all else is ignored as the
world implodes and inequality and poverty are magnified and enhanced..
yep you can check out any time Maypie.. BUT. Brexit could never be as
the leavers said..abd as it becomes clear the Tory government begins to
understand that it will cost their political life and rule..Brexit is
both the poisoned chalice and the one ring ..it rots all it touches and
turns those who desire it into a Gollum like hulk.