Completely unfinished

The Political Trundle Wheel:



A shadow has fallen on Britain.

Political fault lines are emerging in this geographically dead nation. As the under bodies of these continental shifts throw its hillside into slow chaos, British citizens are beginning to panic. Mountains are erupting from a molehill and swallowing the light of the summer sun.

This is the view from one of the countries largest trade enclaves, the South East.

A politically apathetic region, over the past month the stresses buried underneath Westminster have unearthed the worrying thought that not all is well in this part of the world. A palpable sense of change is drowning any who bear mind to this matter-of-fact reality. Any doubt one has of this is superficial. Games of neighbourly discussion now bathe in this all too earthly clout, such to the point that irritability grows into the impotent over exaggeration of unbearable dissatisfaction.

In the build up to the 23rd, every media institution deliberately geared itself to this sensationalist appetite; the dependence of the conditioned consumer on circumstance fed this false anxiety. Show after show, night after night, the repetition of rhetoric unravelled before the viewer's very eyes. Political careers were wrapped closely around the hilt and knife edge of each party. Panels of experts under fire from a self-conscious common ignorance drew the increasing hostility and ire of an audience so commonly at odds with itself as to be united in disbelief.

(More needs to be said for the role a global austerity politic has played in this exact process. Much more. For years, the self-flagellation and proclamation of piety by the Ecclesiastes of capitalism strangled and silenced the status-quo on questioning the logic of fiscal policy decisions. The project of a global ruling class, these former leading demagogues, now partially exorcised demons, relied on a faith which has for decades past been failing. The fruit of this flower now bares the hostility which is brandished against it [1]).

Yet come the 24th, this appetite has vanished. The satiation all heartlands in the empire of capital enjoy, that over-abundance of wealth and consumption which sustains it, disappears when the significance of the project of revolt struck. What was supposed to be a consensus forming distraction for a framework of self-systematised political opposition has broken free from its harness into a gallop; an actual democratic vote has cost democracy the need for democratic succession.

If there can be any proof of the real contradiction between the noose shaped ideal of bourgeois freedoms and its material underpinning, this is it. Where democracy is practised, it is defeated in the deliberate knowledge that it has failed to reflect a ruling class ideology so strongly distilled today that a generation of youth cannot see past the question of why it was important to vote one way and not the other (yet thanks to a class of bourgeoisie who shared seats with the 'globalists' in a former life that they now blame [2]).

So strongly understood is the directive of prosperity and wealth that a previous deliberate function it excommunicated has in fact returned from the land of the dead to strike terror into the heart of all who experience it today. That there are political hurricanes brewing on every continent in the world today need not be mentioned for what this vote actually implies.

For the South East, the effects are beginning to show. A general monetary fall brings with it the basis for the house of cards that is a 'modern service economy'. House prices are expected to collapse. The day after the referendum, estate agents have suffered a drying up of buyers. Any sort of loan is off the table and with it demand for housing.

Until a project of stabilisation can begin, it is all 'up in the air'. Should no project be made clear - should the government fail to offer the political economic guidance required - the rest tumbles down. Pockets of demand for labour will begin to grow. Unemployment will subsequently rise. A depreciation in consumption. Cash stimulation. Hyper inflation.

These are the thoughts of families today.

(Finish with something like: Trundle wheel as Westminster, instrument of democracy, weapon of public consent. Each revolution of the wheel measures how far since the referendum. Should the parties continue to fight, they may well walk off the cliff Murdoch has opened. And something about fucking shadows).


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[1]: No thanks in part to the same hypocritical process of their opponents. "Project Fear" is a term so frequently shot by the ridiculous 'turncoats' the nationalists now appear to be that it simply describes this process in no clear detail as a counter-reaction to itself. Put simply, project fear refers to a quasi-conspiratorial attempt to silence an electorate from expressing their political opinion in action (referendum) by referring to their ability to double down on their decision; seeing the capacity to reaffirm their beliefs validates their opinion, and with it precludes all other options. The magic of this is its transubstantiation of 'bigotry' into nationalism, for when someone under this mystical spell is faced with a question regarding the politically correct nature of their facts through vectives, they have only to reply with the disguised truth of the contradictory nature of fascism at the heart of the liberal project: 'being silenced', 'middle class hate', and whatever term whichever side can mint as 'bile' in a reflection of their efforts. Both sides are as potently susceptible to this process no matter how rationally minded someone may be. The true spectacle however is the means through which this chemistry has been turned into an alchemy and back again. Fact is revealed through the microscope for its true form, to be re-branded as fiction. In short, paranoia.

[2]: The interesting development being that it grew from Conservative party ideology. Thatcherites have outflanked Thatcherites. Thus, by coincidence, as two factions grow within the labour party - one of which might well be moderately called an unconscious cancer - two grow within the Conservative party. The Home Secretary is set to stand for the leadership bid in a critical need to unite the ruling government behind a 'globalist' faction. To that end, the party has turned against itself with the ferocity only the bourgeoisie are capable of in times of desperation: junior whips, supposedly impartial, are now being put to work for the Home Secretary (most probably with lucrative job offers that include cabinet positions*). To no one's surprise, this may not succeed. The legacy Thatcher left in her party is one deeply instilled in its back benches. While the opposite faction's prime candidate engages in back-peddling, he has the entire register of the Murdoch empire in his support, as well as a significant proportion of his party. This is the commonly detested figure: Boris Johnson. Should Johnson succeed in his leadership bid, a fallout worse than the current Labour party may follow. This would also include a need for a general election; the Home Secretary offers a bridge between two governments. Johnson does not**.

* A reflection of the 2015 General Election campaign, when politicians, Conservatives in particular, managed to draw bias from supposedly neutral government institutions.

**Should Johnson fail, the alternative for Murdoch is very clear: UKIP. It also does not help that there are similar nationalist tendencies at work in France. Doubly so with the release of a paper calling for a superstate. France, already suffering the deep division of a thousand cuts by union strike, is unlikely to win over the electorate of a need to abrogate its entire constitution and to hand political power into a 'neoliberal' order. Should Johnson fail, and the European political project rap under the call of a French referendum, the epicentre of this collapse - Nigel Farage - will grow with the inevitable tide of nationalism which will accompany him. As the political peons double down, so too does its entire framework.