I refer to the Left-wing blogger, David Osler, who is an exception to the almost universal rule which states that all Left-wing blogs are written by tits for tits! It must be stated for the record that his being a Left-wing blog it does attract a fair number of tits but that, alas, is the price you must pay for being Left-wing. However, Mr. Osler (I must be formal to differentiate between us as we share a common Christian name and I cannot bring myself to use the diminutive) is anything but a tit. He is wrong (in my opinion) about many things but I recognise the intelligence he applies in reaching his conclusions. I recommend his site to you all as a place in which contrary opinions can be exchanged and, tits apart, debate is conducted in a relatively civilised manner.
However, that is not entirely the reason for this post. What I wish to raise as a topic is one that demonstrates itself time and again on his site, and indeed, on almost all the Left-wing sites, and that is what I can only call their museum-like quality. Stepping into them is rather like stepping into the Victoria & Albert Museum! The whole thing reeks of 19th century Marxism with incessant complaints concerning 'the working class', either in support of them for their want of advantage, or against them for being fat, idle, ingrate layabouts in the never-ending 'working class' struggle . You see, for these people, 'the struggle' never ends.
Now, had I lived in Victorian times I would have had no difficulty in identifying the 'working class', they were the ones who did manual labour, failed to speak proper, had very little money and were, perhaps as a result, a tad lax with personal hygeine. But today, in the 21st century, who or what is the 'working class'? I keep asking this question but I never receive a sensible answer. The only people who are in a state of impoverishment (there are virtually no poor people in this country) are the people who do not work! By and large, the people who do work, do alright, and the vast majority of them either already are, or are aspiring to be, property owners. One of Mr. Osler's larger tits attempted to tell me that the 'working class' today was anyone doing a regular job, not necessarily manual labour, for a regular wage. I pointed out that this would include East End lads with hardly any GCSEs earning a fortune on City trading floors, surgeons, and Trade Union leaders on £150k a year plus exes. Are they 'working class', too? On my very occasional mini-breaks abroad, the aircraft is full of enormous fatties under-dressed in sleeveless vests and shorts with broods of equally fat children off for an expensive fortnight's holiday in some Continental hotel or other. Are they 'working class'? If so, I have to tell Mr. Osler and his Left-wing friends that if they are seeking my support for what they term 'the struggle', they will have to come up with some new argument that does not include phrases like "the down-trodden masses" and that sort of thing!
So the question remains, why do all these people, some of them very intelligent like Mr. Osler, some of them less so, like Susan Press, keep up this travesty. Of course, I recognise that all the talk of 'class struggle' and the like is highly romantic, and one could suppose that they are simply the political equivalent of all those chaps who dress up as Napoleonicn soldiers and go off every summer to refight old battles. In other words, at its heart, all this Marxist-Trotskyite balderdash is simply a hobby! Well, as I have remarked before, every man's hobby is incomprehensible to every other man - as I know when I try to explain mine to my friends! But then, it is important to recognise that Mr. Osler and Susan Press are at the nicer end of the spectrum. At the other end there are some real nasties. Several of them emerged, blinking in the sunlight like maggots crawling out of a carcass, when Ken Livingstone took over London. Similarly, 'over there' we can see the same infestation of malignant termites crawling all over the body politic of the United States, mouthing the same slogans but carefully hiding their real aim which is power for power's sake.
Still, it is rather fun visiting these Left-wing sites and going back in time, like dressing-up for a Victorian play. On my book shelf is a slim-ish volume published 70 years ago and entitled Marxism: A Post Mortem written by Henry Bamford Parkes, an English-born American academic. The title is indicative of his conclusions, and even 70 years ago he was far from being the first to shred the nonsense that is Marxism. And yet it lives on in the romantic yearnings of Left-wing bloggers - ah, bless!
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