Why, Harambe Why did you have to go Ripped from this life, from this earth In the flash of a bullet Fired by your captors, your oppressors Those who kept you stowed away In the tight confines of Cincinnati zoo They caged you, Harambe They … Continue reading Harambe: A Lament
Your da is at it again. He and your mum are throwing a dinner party and you had no plans this weekend, and it’d been a while since you’d seen them, so out of sheer obligation there you are, wolfing down an authentic spread of steak, … Continue reading Your da goes electric
A short, short story on the foibles of liberalism.
For the Weimar liberal intelligentsia, the dinner parties of newspaper editor Klaus Gütenstrum were a hot ticket. Held with a reliable frequency just about every fortnight, they became a hub of discussion and debate for some of the most eminent citizens of Berlin and the world beyond. In the parlance of our times, they also happened to be an unfailingly right-on bunch. Not for them the rising tide of chest-thumping nationalism that had been slowly engulfing their nation for years. Consequently, by the time Gütenstrum hosted a typically illustrious gathering one night in 1927, as they chewed the fat on the issues of the day, a tangible sense of worry gnawed its way through the conversation. (more…)
So, you’re a Labour MP. You were elected last year, or maybe in 2010, or maybe at some point in the Blair era. It’s fairly immaterial. You are an MP. That is what you are. You’ve always dreamed big. You love Labour but you can’t … Continue reading Do Labour MPs have a personal mandate against Corbyn?
Jo Cox, the Labour Member of Parliament for Batley and Spen, was murdered yesterday by a far-right terrorist who, according to three eyewitnesses, screamed either “Britain First!” or “Put Britain first!” at least twice as he repeatedly stabbed and shot her in the street outside … Continue reading On the assassination of Jo Cox
How the government left an old steel town for dead. Late last year, I received a call from my friend Yair. He informed me of two developments in his life. Firstly, he had moved from Middlesbrough to the neighbouring Teesside town of Redcar. Secondly, he … Continue reading Rust Never Sleeps
John McTernan thinks you’re a moron. And not just if you’re the kind of croissant-munching, wind-chime-hanging lefty the former Blair adviser makes his living disagreeing with. In general. If you’re explicitly right-wing, and actively support the Conservative Party, he probably thinks you’re a moron, too, although a more respectable … Continue reading Anti-McTernan