Why I’m Blogging
It’s time to talk about transitions, from one class to another and one political party to another.
Yes, I was raised in the small town of Marlow, Buckinghamshire. I was privileged and snobby. But I ‘grew up’ in London, with Deptford my current abode to be precise. When I arrived in London, I was fresh from short stints at Bristol, Exeter and St Andrews University where my political views did a ‘James Schneider’ — turning from blue to yellow to green and, finally, to red. This was after I heard Jeremy Corbyn speak for the first time. I had recently noticed I was becoming working class after a short spell in part-time work at a Tobacconist. Then shortly after taking the job, my mother phoned me to say she was completing the family tree and had traced an old relative who had once lived in Huddersfield. That sealed the deal.
So, after Jeremy’s speech I headed out on the streets with a skip in my step and a plan in my head. I picked a spot and started to play the authentic Djembe drum I had purchased in Mali during my gap year. The plan was to try and draw public attention to a small group of homeless guys I had come to know and share the occasional vape with.
This particular morning the guys seemed more restless and less good humoured than normal. One of them told me to ‘fuck off’, another called me a ‘drumming twat’ and a third said my drumming was ‘sending his dog nuts’. You start to think they’re having a go at you specifically for a second. But, when you think it through you realise how stressful their situation is and that it was nothing personal. It’s the government’s fault and the Blairite governments before that which are to blame.
I tried to reason with the group, which was now circling me. Suddenly, I recalled Jeremy Corbyn’s acceptance speech as the new leader of the Labour party. I explained that change was coming and the days of Tories and Blairites running things were coming to an end. The political class was going to take inequality seriously again. Amazingly, it worked and the group calmed down instantly. I witnessed the power of Corbynism for the first time. A major assault was almost certainly coming my way, but my Jeremy anecdote diffused so much of their anger that nothing more than a minor scuffle took place instead. I left the scene with only a few broken fingers, some minor facial injuries, a cracked rib, temporary hearing loss and a smashed authentic Malian Djembe drum to worry about. I had Jeremy to thank for that.
So why start blogging now? Well, for one it’s pretty obvious that it’s now down to people like me to stick up for Jeremy online with constant coordinated Blairite-led MSM attacks and biased poll findings. That’s where the battle is, not sat in lengthy meetings or on the doorstep where you could get cold or be attacked. Blairites say that Twitter isn’t the electorate, yet 15% of the population have a Twitter account. Exit Polls, for example are done on 10% of votes and Blairites love them.
Blogs are good for others things too, like curing fellow working class members of their racism and other bigotted views which aren’t their fault. You can do this through a step-by-step plan:
- Write online blogs about it. If writing online blogs didn’t directly influence political and social change, there wouldn’t be so many blogs around. And because there are so many blogs around, it means there are probably a hundred times as many people who love reading blogs. If they didn’t, most bloggers would essentially just be pissing into the wind and I seriously doubt that. Also, only those with the required level of intelligence and expertise will be motivated enough to write blogs in order to express their carefully researched opinions.
- This comes much later.
Trust me, I’ve researched this shit. People can be influenced and converted through the power of blogs. They have the power to save souls and to spread messages of love and compassion across all divides. And, everybody can, over time, come to buy into Jeremy’s message of fairness for all. Everyone can buy in, even former Tories. Just check out my tweets on the #CorbynEffect. We can draw the most unlikely people vote for a Labour Party which has thankfully gone back to its roots. It may take time, but we can do it with no exceptions.
The only people who can fuck off, are Blairites.