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7.5.15: Decency Defeated


'Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law'
Aleister Crowley

In 480 BC 300 Spartans held back the massive Persian army at the Battle of Thermopylae. In the Spanish Civil War ¡No Pasarán! (They shall not pass), taken from a speech by Dolores Ibárruri, buoyed up the International Brigades against the fascists. Such historical snippets, along with raised fists and gritted teeth are supposed to assist in stirring the defeated to struggle on.
But what if your sinister enemy is so big, so rich, so aggressively organised and so beguiling to the populace that the determined courage you imagine you possess and your faith in what you believe to be a ‘good cause’ are neutered . Is it a case of ‘when in Rome’, carry on and accept defeat? Well, such certainly is the case with the UK Election of May 7 2015.
One might imagine that England’s Joe Public would see through the tardiest, cruellest and most duplicitous bunch of thugs ever posing as a government. One might imagine that the unnecessary spectre of austerity, the kind of punishment inflicted upon the disabled and disadvantaged by millionaire Eton boys, who no doubt enjoyed pulling the legs off frogs and flies, would be something the electorate wished to remove. But Britain’s soul is frayed and threadbare. The carcinogen of Thatcherism has grown into a national tumour, yet offered the cure at the ballot box, the tattooed multitude once known as ‘The People’ have opted for fear, severe pain and a slow death.
Something they also believe in the Bullingdon Club
Now, words like fairness, equality, love, sharing and compassion have become obscene expletives, vituperative expressions of a long-lost British character. May 7th 2015 has revealed a 21stcentury population mesmerized by the spectres of greed, spitefulness and lies. They have knowingly cast their votes for a sadistic fiscal gang. They have decided to sacrifice even the slightest hope of social progress in exchange for  the City’s continuing immunity; in effect, Joe Public is more than happy for the rich to become obscenely richer, for the poor to be even deprived of anything held collectively by the community. Now the green light is shining bright. Yes, you have said, take our National Health Service and send us the bill. Cut my child benefit. Increase my medieval bedroom tax, and by all draconian means, inflict new ones upon us. But please, do all these things whilst increasing your wealth. This is what we like, what we love, what we desire, because we are the creatures of the gutter and we need such paragons of abundance to remain the unreachable beacons of our chosen lives.
Those of us, fools and dreamers, who imagined the term ‘humanity’ still had currency, must now retire to our caves. There we can meditate in final silence over the shattered icons of our utterly wasted past. Our old egalitarian religion, our faith in common sense, now rests on a crumbling plateau alongside the beliefs of the Flat Earth Society and Creationism. We have been defeated, and some of us shall not rise
to fight again. So, New Britain, on your distant horizon, in a misty future, over the rotting landscape, other banners will fly. Bow down to your new triumphant Gods, and remember this dark truth from a man not far removed from the dark, trough-snuffling animals you so admire: “The victor will never be asked if he told the truth.”    




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