The coming political hangover...Friday political thoughts thoughts.....

Friday political reflections...Two recent opinion polls show the Brexit Party getting between 27% and 31% in yesterday's polls with Labour a clear second at around 25%. Two Westminster polls show Labour with a leads of 5% and 10%. I have no news from the Resolven Council by election in Neath Port Talbot I suspect votes need sorting . As the May government totters on the edge of collapse the queues in the recall petition booths throughout Brecon and Radnor grows. We all glance to Sunday night and the Peterborough by election on June 6th. I begin to plan for leaflet distribution in Ystradgynlais. A general election looms as well.. it becomes the only solution to a binary choice of a no deal Brexit or that of No Brexit. Tempers fray and we quickly realise that simple solutions to complex problems are no longer possible. Brexit perceptions approach the beliefs of strange cults. Conspiracy theories are everywhere and of all types. The promised land beckons and we are revealed to live in a political discourse where the ability to think critically is sadly lacking. The fracturing of truth gives way to abuse. I have never seen so many Facebook groups move from open to closed or from closed to secret. And I have never seen so much arrogance, ignorance and lack of knowledge on view. The old men at the Zoo crackle and burn out as the Brexit ring hits the lava flow.. chaos flows as we ask is this goat song or tragedy? 

The education system reveals itself to be insufficient for such a time. A workforce educated for work rather than for critical thinking does not serve us well at a time like this. This is the time of reductionism and a time when centrist politics is bland and vanilla. Polarisation dominates and only Socialism offers us a hope.

The Brexit Party victory will lead to an awful realisation of being had. The hangover on its toxic and addictive ways will leave the worst bitterness yet seen. These are the days of illusion, displacement and projection. The UK is "an unweeded garden on which things rank and gross in nature possess it merely." It's Friday and the bus heads towards Swansea..yet time is curiously distorted and we are here in Swansea in record time.. thank God for the long weekend...