There’s encouraging news today that a man is almost finished putting a cart before a horse.
”I just need a little bit longer,” the man reveals, “I haven’t quite got the cart where I want it, but if I keep my shoulder to the wheel I believe I will get up sufficient momentum.”
The cart itself is a classic design, being made of wood felled with a worker’s hands and polished by a social media savvy collection of ageing revolutionaries.
They have successfully tapped into the justified anger caused by years of austerity following a banking crisis where all the crooks got away with it.
But they show little ability to convert this power into humane governance before their opportunity evaporates. We shall know soon.
But let’s be clear, this is not because they’re a gaggle of trots more concerned with sectarian infighting than overturning a vicious neocon, inherently racist government, that any sane evaluation of says, forget Lexit, use Brexit and get this shower out before they kill people.
The man with the cart is facing increasing criticism of this kind from class traitors.
“He would do better to just walk the horse around the cart and strap it to the front and get going,” comments a chap who may get trolled for days as a result of this article and will certainty lose some twitter followers.
”To achieve true change takes time.” the man and his committed supporters retort,
“we need the financial crisis Donald Trump will cause once he achieves his aim of stacking the fed with floosies who will artificially devalue the dollar to start a currency and trade war with China.
That calamity and its global implications, combined with the catastrophic result of the ruling Tories hard Brexit, will hopefully lead to mass defaults on mortgages and create the conditions for overturning of the apple cart that will lead to some bruised apples, but make me king.
You know the old saying, you can’t make apple crumble without both the poor and the well intentioned, but misguided, comfortable middle classes all eating out of burning bins.”
We asked the horse for comment and he replied,
”My name is Brexit. I am a gift horse. If this man doesn’t stop looking in my mouth I’m going to run away across the fields leaving him to drag his friggin’ cart on his own. Try building a movement then.”
For our part we would like to remind everyone,
True democratic power derives from a vote by the masses electing a representative parliament and not from some farcical aquatic ceremony involving a big red bus.