Or, if you prefer, 'Twilight of the Bumblefucks?' (with apologies to Wagner).
The result of the bye-election at Crewe and Nantwitch came as no surprise to anyone. The size of the victory was a profound shock, but to imagine that this heralds a renaissance for the tories is downright stupid.
Even the Dude gets this utterly wrong. According to him, the people have Seen The Light, and no-one Gets Fooled Again. Bullshit.
The electorate remembers little and learns less, this is an extension of the physiological process whereby the body, whether corporeal or politic retains no memory of pain. If it did, every living socialist would have been murdered in 1978.
This result had nothing to do with politics, leave alone high ideals. This was sheer infuriation at a government that can't do anything other than fuck people over, and then lie about it. To piss down our backs and tell us it's raining in other words. Then to keep doing it, over and over again ad nauseam.
Smoking ban, Lisbon treaty, criminalising everybody except criminals, disarming us all in the face of rampant criminality, and above all; the endless preaching and moralising. The insistence on telling all of us that we're morons who must be led into the light by the enlightened (for which, read: whichever NGO is screeching the loudest this week). We're all sick to death of them. Sick, to fucking death of all of them.
Until we have a government that can regain a sense of proportion, of reason, of basic common sense, and above all of fundamental representative democracy; nothing will ever change for the better.