A moment in time.. a stagnant Britsh srate..

. There is an old political maxim that an election result is just a snapshot of a moment in time. On one level we see a vast Conservative majority yet below the surface the tectonic plates of the British state are breaking apart. The BBC this morning with their fawning monarchical "upset and hurt" story.. The truth is that Elizabeth Saxe Coberg Gotha has ruled over the managed decline of both the British Empire and the British state. We stand here on a 'stagnant fen' not seen since Shelley wrote the poem "England 1819" . The Union dies as the monarchy dies ruled by an old women whose family clings on only by the support of the popular press. I hear a sycophant on Radio 4 claim that institution is a thousand years old. Yet forgets to mention the monarchy with its murders, bloodshed and visciousness resembles an episode of Game of Thrones. It's a myth that has been spun; a trance weaved and a pied piper dance revealed. It keeps people quiet and hides them from the true monsters that dominate the world.
It's time for a Republic, it's time to swaeep away the rancid frothy cream that is the English class system and with it the English monarchy. The myth of getting our country back begat by Brexit nears hangover as we wake and see a Prime Minister Mustique tanned and Bullingdon born, ignore and deny us the reality of Brexit Isle. There is no solution in a vanilla Blarism imposed by the media upon the Labour Party or a blue kipper incarnation of the Tory Party. The far right flexes it's mussles looking for a theme and reason . It attacks the state blaming social services, seeks out the paedophiles, denies climate change, worships the veteran and resurrects the wintershilfwerk of Nazi fame. The state withers and dies.

As the 'generals gather in their masses, just like witches at Black Sabbaths' around an orange tinged Trump the headache and dehydration tell us of reality. We have a sordid monarchy and as Piers Morgan savage Megan Merkel and is quiet on Prince Andrew we must ask why a gammon of a certain age notices about her. Perhaps her ethnicity triggers certain men like Piers while he grovels in awe of the British class system. The system is rotten, the cracks are showing, the hegemonic nature of the state is breaking. In Ireland, Wales and Scotland the Tory brand is a minor player. Only in England as it drifts rightwards moves on to a Singapore Casino path, fed soon on chlorinated chicken are the Tories predominant. The state dies as full English Brexit is served . The political culture and outlook of the non English nations has nothing in common anymore with Johnsonia. England stands like Constantinople in 1450 dreaming of a created past that never was and never could be. Some of us are noticing the brittleness of the British state while many are not. The cracks are growing, the fen is more stagnant and the brittleness blooms. The black swans are landing and the outliers and unforseen consequences blossom. This is the age of illusion and below the sticking plaster the infection spreads silent and hidden. There are dramas to come as Camus plague escaped from Oran moves to the UK and it's clashing flag to fugue and destruction. The state is an unweeded garden in which things rank and gross possess it merely. Like Elsinore under the gibbous moon the time is out of joint....and many of us have to put it right...