Durham

Yesterday NE4EU and others joined in the Durham Miners’ Gala, marching (well more like a stately stop-start) with the miners associations, brass bands and other groups like WASPIs and No To Racism all through the city. It took about two hours to cover a little over two miles, but the streets were thronged with onlookers watching the parade, and we gave out thousands and thousands of Bollocks to Brexit/Bollocks to Boris stickers and Hearts Not Hate stickers. Those that didn’t want, about half, were polite about it. D said she tried to give some to solid Brexiters who as solidly said ‘no’, but was more taken aback by the death stare she got off UNISON members.

Our EU flag was the only EU flag there, and even then we’d been advised not to bring it in case it incited the far-right. We saw the far-right, the EDL, bunch of oafs with black baseball caps, short back and sides, hoodies, black bomber jackets, sitting around the statue in Market Square with a small visible barrier of police between them and us, although they were drinking among themselves and the police presence was loose rein, keeping a distance. We pointed out the EDL to the law and they said they had many plain clothes throughout the crowd to keep things under control. This was a relief as we’d expected them to turn up en masse, angry as they’d been in London just on Thursday when they did over SODEM. G flew the flag high and proud anyway, more fuck’em than SODEM, as DH said, ‘I thought we’d go to fight fascists, not appease them’.

Was it them we were there to fear? As we neared the end of the march, this great field opened up with fairground rides and all these mighty red-blazoned banners making a wall around the field, and the main stage with Union and Labour party luminaries, including Chakraparti and Corbyn, and the drizzle started just as the speeches did, the speeches commencing with a homage to the comrades who’d died as the year had passed and those so great they were brought back to mind though they’d died years before.

The EU was mentioned but scathingly, as Brussels, that place where globalists dictated our economic policy, while Washington was where our foreign policy is dictated. They stood in solidarity not with the Europeans in the UK being targetted and stripped of their rights as well as us here but the Palestinians and Kurds, rightly so, but what of us? Of the battle of the Working Class against them wall was still very, very on, revived. We didn’t stay for long, realising our sole EU flag, our little group, for all it stood for, simply didn’t matter. Internationalists with Britons first and foremost, but Britons kept in Britain.

Like as the RCP had given out leaflets at Farage’s meeting in Bolton, like the RCP in fact as Spiked has taken one step further to join the far-right, the far-left is pro-Brexit. For all the talk of a referendum with a 100 caveats, they want, as Corbyn alluded in Liverpool, Brexit because it’ll enable a Socialist revolution, they’ll be free to nationalise all they want when free of Brussels’ state aid rules (but not the WTO’s?) … only a revolution would only come when a No Deal has made things so bad people will rise up.

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FFS. Where is this? British workers demand what? Deluded cunts … as my mate said.

We were in a field of ex miners and others with an incredible unity of mind and soul, but also so astoundingly ossified. There were ‘coal not dole’ balloons, a stall selling badges and tat the kind you’d only otherwise find in East Berlin flea markets with a sign saying ‘workers want No Deal!’ How? Why? No Deal means No Work! Kein Arbeit macht uns frei! And it’s as much about war for them as it is for their erstwhile allies, the Brexit Party, who are out to inflict the greatest blows upon their lives seen in years. Disaster capitalists allied with disaster Socialists.

And yet, and yet for all the warmth of the reception for the Bollocks to Brexit/Boris stickers et al, our little platoon was left feeling like the enemy among thousands of victims for whom the wipe out of industry in the 1980s and early 1990s was the last thing to affect them. Profoundly devastating, and on a scale and by a party that one must think yes it was a war, and has that war ever ended? Not for these people, and it includes Blair, as ‘part of the last 40 years’. Blair the neo-liberal who, as MP for Sedgefield, saw the devastation of the closure of the factories and mines – but who got state investment involved, initiatives to set up businesses and the service economy, who would have done a lot to get EU funds into the region, who saw the potential of the universities to draw in spending students, foreign students, foreign investment and expertise.

All of which is ephemeral and elitist. It’s not coal, it’s not steel, it’s not what we lost, and what we want back.

Meanwhile this is becoming truer.

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2018/feb/03/brexit-civil-service-1930s-germany?CMP=share_btn_fb&fbclid=IwAR1RsF_j-eIKNxl_uU1p3OnJP54OcC0xg0sbdv8vtTovwHddNeevMvwiqPY

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It’s been a while …

… but it’s no less crazy. Johnson is drinking with Tim Martin, while Hunt tries to make out he’s a bigger arsehole – meanwhile, Grieve passes an amendment to the NI bill that requires fortnightly reporting to Parliament and by that makes prorogueing that much more difficult – it passes by one … because a Tory whip carried a vote for a colleague but forgot to vote herself.

Stephen Yaxley-Lennon is sent down for contempt of court – only 9 months but all his perfidy around the conviction means he gets the sentence without any reduction. He claims asylum in the US or something weird … then his mates come smash up SODEM because obviously his inability to follow UK law is the fault of the EU.

And Hopkins was there, egging them on.

Widdecombe compares the Eu to slavery … they turn their backs on Europe so they can talk out of their arses.

Glad I’ve been away really.

Voiceless, mindless

There’s something sick about this. https://www.telegraph.co.uk/politics/2019/05/23/2m-eu-citizens-ex-pats-overseas-could-have-denied-vote-euro/?icid&fbclid=IwAR3PfQFEcCnQ3Bx8JkIxCRYGkHqiqzkRXF76X1TvAYYPSXbn6Z0u_VUmRyk

There’s also something quite sick about this.

Brexit Party MEP Martin Daubney flails as Northern Irish interviewer discovers he can’t answer border issue

Then there’s Tice on Sky. None of these BXP types know what they’re talking about.

Aided and abetted though by this epic prick.

Maybe we should take it up with our MEP. Except he’s in France.

This is what actual campaigning looks like.

D expressed sorrow and feeling sick over the taking of 2 of 3 seats by the BXP in the north-east. I tried to bolster him but he’s right, the Lib Dems were thousands short while Labour were only 97 votes shy of a second seat – although I’m not sure how he worked that out. Overall though we got the turnout in Newcastle was much higher than any other region in the NE and the LD’s ended neck and neck with Labour and the BXP.  So were we turned out, it really made a difference. That and we’re up against weapons’ grade psyops.

Elsewhere, Bojo has promised a deal or we crash out on October 31. He’s the lead candidate to take over the Tories (no Rees-Mogg because he’s a wrecker not a leader), but is now in court for lying during the referendum. Them in Brussels must be watching utterly aghast. We all fucking are.

 

That and any number of them – including Coalbin! – are claiming they can get a better deal, with this no-deal suicide BS, even when Europe’s said talks are fucking closed.

Had a great and lovely chat with MR and then AR and Wayne in London, MR unbeknownst to me voted BXP but said nothing, I was tirading no doubt. AR gets the whole picture, her son is at a Danish university and has narrowly avoided having to pay 3rd country fees, while her ma is German – not a British citizen in 60 years, I said she needed to check this.

Yet when I ask AR if she’d want to put her efforts into our efforts, as she said, ‘we’ll look back in 20 years and ask ourselves, how did we not see the signs’, she declined, only to say ‘keep up the good work’. But we can’t do it all alone. We can’t do it in the face of no turnout. It’s all about turnout, and this is what demoralised D so, nobody turns up, and if they don’t, into the vacuum of apathy rides the far-right, with less than 1 in 9 of the electorate’s endorsement. Hell.

Reminded her indoors we have an invite to go to France with the others, she said it’d probably be portrayed as some kind of radicalisation training camp. Funnily enough MO said we’d be interned at some point. He’s got experience of Bosnia so knows how these things pan out.

Not least for example being on an ‘enemies of the people’ list by someone @daveyinblaydon2, duly reported for harassment, hopefully that’ll shut that down.

https://twitter.com/daveyinblaydon2/lists/enemies-of-the-people/members

 

 

 

 

Friends in peril

 

The voter scandal has had two effects: one is the EU may intervene, is this sought?

It’s made our Euro family want to leave, all the more.

run like hell

May’s also quit – lol – but Bojo is first up, pushing to have a deal or no deal by the end of October, Hell or high. Not this fucking carousel again. Well, fuck business. How on Earth this’ll win back votes unless they’re totally convinced that there’s enough votes defected to the Brexit Party that this tactic will win them back. Really? More months of hanging around, while their appalling civil war continues?

Trump’s still coming in June though, looks like in the vacuum of leadership we’ll get Farage at the banquet. Farage is cock a snoot now, having claimed the scalps of two prime ministers.

Chink of light – Holland’s centre-left resurged in their Euro elections and have dumped 3 out of 4 far-right MEPs. Spain’s Vox party also stalled badly in the recent general election.

Curiously, it transpires the leading Brexit Party candidate for the North-east, our delegated man of the people, on a mission to end freedom of movement, lives in France, and has no connection with the NE whatsoever!

Many Brexit Party people are ex-Tories as if the Tories weren’t right enough for them, like they’re alt-Tories.

The Telegraph (no less) posits some truth about the steel industry, despite Tice’s lies, and everyone else’s that the EU is behind the death of steel with its ban on state aid. No, no state aid has been Tory policy since 1981. I don’t believe it’s karma upon Scunthorpe or any leave area for all this, maybe some of the die-hards, the arrogant wankers who still blindly, blithely believe the bullshit, in the name of their own prejudices. Any jubilant Brexit Party voter now, really, to vote in someone like the above, so blindly,

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/business/2016/03/30/britain-sacrifices-steel-industry-to-curry-favour-with-china/?fbclid=IwAR04Bmskd8uSbP8GgK_zU3pEfv_Lly02efpvM7ts0FyoFsc8rd1vjqVumpM

Just to end on the weirdest note, George Galloway has been reputedly photographed with Steve Bannon in an embrace shared upon hearing of May’s resignation.

But i’ve seen similar from behind shots of Farage with Bojo in a boutique London restaurant, and a summer party of Murdoch, Farage, Neil and Sands. It’s a bit … north Korean.

On that, just as we need ‘strong and stable’ more than ever, the Tories send in The Clown.

An unelected clown at that. ‘Set for new PM’ – because her bastard MPs won’t back her … their sovereignty of Parliament is fine when they do it. Arseholes. I hate May, yet I hate them more.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-48395905

I’m in London seeking places to live to go with my new hard work, on top of the Nazis at the door, leaving behind the NE with such good friends now and in such peril I guess.

It was said, with Matt, that as soon as we open our mouths, our glasses, et al, to look at us, we’re not local, we don’t connect. The NE is a very tribal place and in the face of forces like this, we’re washed away.

I recall when I first ever came up here in 2006, I saw the book, ‘Swan Hunter – the pride and the tears’, and didn’t really read it, its significance I inferred but didn’t fully imbibe. Thirteen years later I’m rowing with people up here not to believe NF, who is ‘me’ in another form, I’m throwing facts, yet he throws nothing but feelings. My feelings are rooted to this region I’ve come to, and have been adopted by, but he taps into feelings I don’t and that override my rationalism – despite my feelings about him (based on fact). i feel guilt for not connecting as I could have, sooner.

But I have. I can deride myself for something that in fact I did do, albeit now I look back and think ‘yes but what should you have done, and sooner, and what more could you have done had you cared more?’

As a UKIPper asked me. Guilt?

Or we are now fortified by knowing what we’re losing and we’re fighting to stop that. Interestingly, Leavers are feelings based, yet the awakening of the post–ref Remain movement is as much that, as well as rationalism. Our feelings were ephemeral for most and less tangentle in benefit.

The overarching sovereignty of the UK govt has meant that the presence of teh EU on the street per se has been minimal – but by that the UK govt has managed to blame the EU for much of the UK’s self-inflicted ills.

Do you feel safe here? Y/N. Is it because of localised, or nationalised forces that you think you can best resist here, or elsewhere? Can you leave relatively easily Y/N? (WIP)

Election day

South Gosforth, Durham and Jesmond, all of it with a very astute student, Matt, who came along for the rides, and a mix of people I know and those I don’t.

The very early morning I did a pre-dawn run and some very last minute stickering, spreading the love. I’d thought with warmer weather we’d have raised tempers, but none of it, and the mood was pretty upbeat all day. Had a lovely interval of tea and biscuits at D’s massive house – oh the envy – before hammering to Durham where there were students all over, but distracted by exams. Then we open the box of thousands of new leaflets and fuck – they’re only printed on one side. I wanted to bin the lot, … but we persevered, about 2 or 3 hours of ‘get out the vote! Vote sir! You’ve got til 10pm to vote Lib Dem!’ and so on.

Were the students going for it? Going into the SU, no, of course not, they had exams, and can’t take in flyers anyway, and coming out they want to chill and get smashed. We had a good number saying they’d voted, or going, ‘ahh! Is that today?! Yes I will,’ so if that led to a vote we made a difference, but it’s hard to tell.

“Are you voting in the European election sir?”

He shook his head and in a dismissive, reproachful tone said, “I voted in the last one”.

“But this is your vote!”

“Exactly!”

Then I twigged, by the ‘last one’ he meant the 2016 referendum, not the 2014 European parliamentary election. Lazy pig-ignorant fuckwit. And when you look at how many were denied the vote, this pompous fat-headed arsehole stomping about.

Some other old chap, “I voted out!”, so I said to his wife, “are you voting today?” to which she said nothing but pointed at her husband. “You can think for yourself, you know.”

Then back up to Jesmond for a last hurrah, flags flying outside the station, we were next to the motorway and I’d say two positive beeps and thumbs up for every ‘fuck the EU!”‘ I don’t care. I took every response as a good one, ‘yay!’

The stress came from multiple reports through the day, on Twitter and Facebook and ultimately hoovered up by the media (BBC, Telegraph as well). about voters – European citz – being denied the vote. Messages from John, Nicky, Da on her FB all making for a background of agitation. about Reasons extended from Europeans not knowing they’d need have done the UC1 form at all, but mostly that they’d not been able to have it processed in time due to the last-minute set up of the elections and a combination of councils’ ineptitude and tardiness – deliberate in many cases – and worst on the day with citizens turned away for being erroneously / malevolently scrubbed from lists, instead they had to scrabble around phoning this and that, ultimately often to no avail. Fucking disgrace.

 

 

Vote tautology!

 

Conspiracy bullshit.

Sides of town

Random61282467_2020028614972372_6514681436241395712_nfuck offnobs More shades of the Toon. Leafleting in Bl, where I’d done anti-Farage leaflets the other day (pretty much universally panned), and pro-EU ones today (D’s design – what a star!). I bought some spachulas in the Pound shop for me and the other troops later (9 for about £3 – cool), and saw a UKIP stall, which first made me baulk, then I thought at least I know where they are while I do the terraces again. Spachula of democracy in hand productivity shot up, no scraped knuckles or trapped fingers and the leaflets don’t get mashed up, at least a quarter faster and better all round. The tiny little bloody things …

This chap pulled up in a car, ‘you delivering the leaflets?’, I said yes, ‘did you see we had a Brexit Party leaflet in our window?’ I said no, anticipating a discussion if not a row, ‘ah, because we found the Brexit Party trifold wraps very well around a toilet roll and that’s what we’ve got in the window to show our feelings on them.’ Ah great, we thanked one another, shook hands and off he drove. I think now I probably had this harried look, and I was in a bit of a ‘fuck these people’ mood following seeing the UKIPs. It’s really pretty in parts though, the terraces are impressive, the yarded ones at the top very cosy, there’s a football pitch at the top of the hill, banked all around with wild flowers and bushes and a view of the valley, where the kids must play out til late with the summer dusks, then there’s a Victorian park in a dene at the bottom and a long row of very handsome houses. A whole other side to the town.

And yeah, Gateshead hates Nigel too :).

Nigel getting all shaken up, did that pierce his aura of invincibility, considering also how badly he took it, when Prescott punched back, Miliband just laughed it off, Nigel went all pompous and blame the hired hands about it. I wonder if it’s not dented his credibility just by staining his aura, and making him not only human, but weak, and shown to be hated, and framed in that style with Robinson and Benjamin who are real thugs. Teh latter I saw a vid of being milkshaked and even having horseshit dropped at his feet. People can be relentlessly frank.

‘They’re not laughing now!’ – but we are.

If this costs him a fraction of a percent of a vote. If the Tories cypher back some gullible fools with May’s new offer (something or not about a second referendum), if UKIP still manage to steal back a few votes, appalling though they be … along with other revelations about Nigel in recent days, to which he’s responded by banning Channel 4 news for one, is this chipping away? We’ll have to see. The travesty of our democracy with the frustrated votes of Brits abroad, the postal voting scamming, the denial of votes to Europeans here because of the lateness of it all (at the very least). But we feel a little more buoyed, as that the Lib Dems in London have also taken the lead.

Then an evening leafleting in Gs with a few others, we were like tourists among the leafy streets and large villas. Nigel is not about reality, he’s the ‘hope’ that others project onto him, the hope sourced from anger he’s done amazingly well to seize upon, hope twisted into hate, whereas Obama was hope the empty canvas (though he delivered medical cover). What a conversion that NF and Trump have managed, but then with an empty canvas that’s the point, you paint what comes to mind then tell them that’s what they wanted. Like the Jar as Stewart Lee wrote about.

One woman came out and said ‘keep it up!’ which is always gratifying.

D said if not for family and job he’d be down with Steve opposite the HoC. I know what he means.

Most pro-Brexit Tweets are from bots.

https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/politics/8-top-10-brexit-party-16179913

… allow a lol

Nigel came to Newcastle, unannounced, to the Monument surprisingly for it is the most prominent landmark – but in the middle of a working day, with his entourage of goons, press tipped off but no-one else, and for less than an hour, he just wanted a backdrop to follow on from Exeter, then he’d go on to Wakefield and Bolton (the last two being really quite committedly ‘leave’ in portrayal and location. NF started in Bolton last September, and Wakefield stuck out for me from BBCQT. Yep, a picture shot, then disappear before the protesters turn up. Which didn’t go to plan:

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This is what you get for being far-right arseholes, chaps, and considering how your side did one on Jo Cox, threatened to ‘pick up my rifle’, threatened with ‘jokes’ of rape, and so on, and so forth, and lots more … I’m not sure you’ve got much to complain about.

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/nigel-farage-brexit-rifle-pick-up-uk-eu-withdrawal-ukip-leader-liberal-democrat-a7741331.html?fbclid=IwAR0_j5SRMgDIznqGWz8JBeNTKJ089YVljzayqqiHM97menahP2GrcIjcxzE

For sure Nigel and Tommeh are working hand-in-glove, Nigel slags off Oldham from afar, then Tommeh goes in on the ground with the locals all stirred up.

Jamie’s visit to Liverpool didn’t go so well, though hahaha.

Leafleting this morning: old lady a few doors down is angry that no-one, MEP, MP, councillors ever come round (true) says her son in law is a millionaire, does deals with China and Japan all the time, voted out because of all the work he cant’ get due to the EU (eh?) … she also doesn’t like immigrants having taken all the housing having worked in housing for 10 years she knows it’s bent (eh??) and the borders are open (FFS) … she’s grammar school educated, university educated people are dangerous … she’d vote Green in the EU elections but she’s not registered to vote having moved in a year ago … but wants a deal still (interesting) and fairly blames the Tories & Labour for the carnage, not May (yes and no) but thinks the French and Germans have it in for us and they’r all corrupt but refused to prove it. 😦 She came back to the immigrants and I said sod it and left. TBH my facial leakage when she mentioned the Daily Mail derailed everything anyway. Wasted 20 minutes. But I didn’t go for her over immigration. I must.
Then I met the postie who offered to help deliver some leaflets, he said the postmen have a conscience clause that means they don’t have to post much from teh BNP etc if they’d don’t want. 🙂
Compare with leafleting this evening in Heaton:
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What a turnout, and some interesting chats, we call agreed the far-right backing of Bannon et al has truly turned this scarey. But scared of what when this is what they’re truly like, lawless flakey bastards? When will these fuckers be held to account in our country?
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Funnily enough a fair few people thought it was me. I was as said above bogged down arguing the toss with that ratbag, but was lightly touched to be thought it was me. It wasn’t, it was a good lad from just over the river, who I hope is bought lots of pints and milkshakes. Salty caramel banana ones at that.