December 16, 2019
I have never felt such a sense of political hopelessness in my life. Not even during the Thatcher era, because throughout those mean, dark years there was always, bubbling underneath, optimism, hope, and righteous anger; a sense that it was very much us against them, that eventually we would overcome. Not now. Not least because the “them” now includes so many people who should be “us”. If they prefer Johnson’s lies and bluster to the humanity of Labour’s manifesto, then I see no hope, no cause for optimism. The bastards really did for us this time. They divided and conquered.