Love and rage in politics
A spectre is haunting the West - the spectre of faux gentility. And it is both ludicrous and terrifying. Politics has been drained of emotion. In its place lies only meaningless, empty and ineffective soundbites. Between the dead breed of poetic revolutionaries, Starmer’s commitment to accelerating the ranks of wet wipery and neo-liberal brainwashing, performative propriety has permeated from Peers to the press. The expression of caring exists on a spectrum, with love and rage on polar sides and both are necessary. Yet, we currently reside in some vacuous space inbetween. In the present landscape, anyone who sticks their head out above the parapet is shot down - we are currently living in a No Man’s Land of emotion. I ask the same question will.i.am posited some 18 years ago: where is the love? Equally, no one is raging against the machine. The space for such expression has been tactically erased by the Establishment (I must clarify, this observation does not aim to conflate the sentiment of ‘PC gone mad’ outraged bigots: namely the suggestion that there is an anodyne agenda by offended-by-everything-snowflake-lefties to police freedom of speech). A fundamental Saussurean truth is that language is supposed to assign meaning to experiences, yet we have no longer have any meaning.