This week in therapy I said, ‘I dream of living in a small cottage where I can walk outside and feel the grass under my bare feet.’ For me that is a dream of liberation, of peace and contentment.
As I sat here writing this, I was suddenly bathed in sunlight as the sun dropped below the clouds for one last glorious outburst. I grabbed my camera, put the SD card in and had to quickly change batteries then hasten out the door and down the garden to grab a couple of shots as the sun dropped below the horizon.
I’d been sitting installing a new router as my old one died a few days ago, by the time I’d grabbed the shots I was able to upload a picture of the sunset to Facebook then get browsing to find out what was happening.
Having been out of the loop for a few days, getting back online I discovered Corbyn everywhere. In just a few days the mood has changed, everywhere I looked there was enthusiasm and hope.
The Conservative manifesto is out and it’s brutal, but the responses are eloquent and vocal, even in the mainstream media, though not the BBC which continues its relentless anti Corbyn propaganda crusade, but people are getting it and, more importantly, calling the shots.
I had been tagged on Twitter to a report in the Dorset Eye (citizen media) which found that social media is dominating the election and that “Of the top 20 most-shared stories on the UK general election over the past month, according to web analysts Buzzsumo, nine are either pro-Labour or anti-Tory, while the remaining 11 are politically neutral”.
Twitter was dominated by BBC Question Time and one of the snippets that was being shared was of an audience member complaining about Labours proposed VAT on private schools denying the ‘brightest and the best the bursaries…’ but he never finished the sentence as he was stopped by the sounds of shock and outrage from the audience. He did go on to say that private school education would have less money going in, they (the brightest and best) couldn’t get the education they deserve and it would make the education of the state sector worse. He was clearly outraged, but as an example of the brightest and the best, he clearly wasn’t and the audience were not impressed.
A 2014 report in the Telegraph showed, overwhelmingly, that universities are dominated by state school applicants with the exception of just two, the Royal College of Music and the Royal Academy of Music. In 2015 Times Higher Education reported that ‘State school students outperform those from private schools at university’, and that ‘Students who went to a state school are more likely to leave university with a first or a 2:1 than graduates who went to a private school’.
Clearly the outraged young man on Question Time would do well to pay more attention to his studies. Unwittingly, he was merely putting forward his own perceptual distortion, something that dominates Tory rhetoric in denigrating the unwashed and uncouth masses, when nothing could be further from the truth.
What is losing the Tories this election is their fundamental belief in the righteousness of injustice, imposed by the worthy few on the unworthy masses. They are wrong, as ever, and yet too arrogant to accept their error and learn a bit of humility and we, the people, are not amused.
The simple fact is they positively enjoy attacking us, they believe, as an article of faith, that we must pay for the wealthy and powerful, even if we starve.
What has become abundantly clear is that the privileged believe that privilege, not aptitude, is the basis of their superior worth in their own eyes. It comes down to a very simple format, the privileged should be rewarded and the rest of us should be penalised to pay for them.
The relentless campaign against Jeremy Corbyn is a campaign of the privileged, by the privileged, for the privileged because he is a threat to centuries of ingrained superiority and the self assumed right of the few to lord it over the many. Whatever else Theresa May’s campaign is, it is a campaign driven by an almost phobic response to ordinary people, which resembles little more than a pathological horror of the great unwashed, the humble, industrial, proletariat. We are the hands that feed them and the thought of rewarding us for our largesse fills them with rage and indignation.
Jeremy Richard Streynsham Hunt, apparently a cousin to the Queen, is busily dismantling our NHS to turn it into a private profit making scheme for all his pals. When my router died I called my neighbour to ask him if I could log in to his broadband and if so could I have his password, “Of course,” he said, “no worries mate.” Spot the difference.
Jeremy Corbyn is the kind of bloke who would share his last sandwich with you, Theresa May would cross the street to avoid you. I live in Corbyn’s world, it’s as simple as that.
KOG. 19 May 20017
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