For me, it started with glee – Mrs May gets to be the first head of state to meet Trumpy-babes. She’s champing at the bit, looking for some success amid the endless commenting and planning for Brexit.
Planning which, in essence – is just wishes, as twenty-seven other member states (many of them run far more fairly, far more cleverly than us in the UK) effectively decide our fate.
Then the demonstrations start – and at home Mr Corbyn (for once) comes out with the one thing he needed to – bang on focus, bang on time – “Donald Trump should not be welcomed to Britain while he abuses our shared values with his shameful Muslim ban and attacks on refugees’ and women’s rights.” – and as the weekend news reels juxtaposition each item to suit the organisation’s needs or creeds, the mess spreads.
Of course, it’s a mess that is a few years old – coming to, or starting to show itself through popularism, and a lot of that based on what headlines a few rags decide to run – truth or not.
But it’s dangerous stuff. The seeds of change without the first idea of what to replace it with.
And without that, it’s back to neo-liberalism, just for the sake of stability.
Lite Bytes from Steve Evans 