GenAI and the Tyranny of Big Hyphen

Rant time.

If you’ve been on the internet at all recently, you’ve probably noticed a lot of Generative A.I. (GenAI) guff.

Once, when I were a lad on the internet, all you could see were lush green fields of poorly-written clickbait, lovingly churned out by a human being. One whose soul and spirit died long ago, reducing them to an inane observation-spouting automaton, admittedly, but a fellow meaty organic, at least.

Now those fields are gone. At best, they’re withered wastelands. At worst, they’ve been replaced by the sheer faces of the grim, grey tower blocks that are poorly-written clickbait written by machines. Bland drivel and semantic noise are no longer the honoured preserve of human endeavor; TwitteX, Facebook, Reddit, tabloid news, and so on. Man-made brainrot risks extinction.

This has made a lot of people really miffed.

Thankfully, an unnamed hero – the John Connor of our time, I suppose – has discovered a 100% infallible way to identify GenAI written content. Obviously there’s then no attached impetus to do anything about it, because that would be absurd. If we all stopped visiting those sites or started creating our own lovingly crafted content for our fellow man, that’d just help solve the problem. What this is all about is complaining incessantly about the problem, doing nothing to fix it because you’re too busy harvesting social validation by excitedly denouncing it.

As it turns out, these stupid idiot robots are very easy to spot and will remain so until they figure out how to use the literary equivalent of that liquid metal. ChatGPT-1000, if you will. Until then, we have the upper hand, thanks to this One Weird Trick Transcendent Techno-Singularities Hate.

It turns out that you can always, without fail, most definitely spot GenAI content if it uses one of – and most especially both of – the following things:

  • Good grammar
  • A completely new and invented symbol known as the Em Dash

If you’re an angry illiterate who resents anyone more coherent than the bog-dwelling misanthropes whose weird punctuation-less, Original Research rants constitute the only non-advertising content on Facebook, now is probably a safe jumping off point.

Know your enemy (because it’s probably you)

I like to think that my readership are generally well-educated, rational types, who drop in for the vicarious thrill of seeing someone else have a vituperative tantrum on their behalf. Possibly – but not definitely – with a smattering of amusing hyperbole.

Which means many of you may be thinking something along the lines of “but isn’t GenAI trained on human-created content and instructed to follow grammatical rules?”

Yes. That’s exactly how it works. But, for those with a slightly less firm grasp on this, a quick explanation.

GenAI writes how it does because it has learned from how we write and is typically more diligent in using good grammar because it is hard-coded to do so. It is (usually) forced to follow good grammatical form and it uses the Em Dash because the real world data sets it was trained on included many uses of the Em Dash by actual humans and this is where it learned how to write.

It’s exactly this trick that makes GenAI – or, more specifically, Large Language Models (LLMs) – so impressive, because they seem intelligent. They aren’t. They never have been. They’re just uncannily good at predicting what we would do in a given situation, so long as that situation is “add symbols or words to something that will make sense to people who know how to read.”

But it’s only impressive because we’re basically vain monkeys who equate “looking like us” with “being impressive”. Or, in this case, with being intelligent.

The reason it looks like us because we made it look like us and, when doing so, decided to make it look like us at our Graduate Dissertation best, rather than at our Nazi Tweets worst. But, in many senses, GenAI is just fancy autocorrect. It’s predictive text on steroids. It isn’t magic, it isn’t sentient, and it doesn’t understand or know anything.

That might sound like I’m suggesting it isn’t a really clever bit of technology. I’m not. It’s an innovative evolution of technology that has been around for years, but that is all it is.

I’m also not saying that GenAI content isn’t an issue. It’s filling the internet with mediocre, stagnant, uninspiring blather in the hope of driving more clicks and therefore more advertising revenue for soulless corporations that view humanity and its sum creative output as nothing more than a commodity to be monetised. That’s our job.

And it’s undermining democracy and opening the world up to violent oppression by sociopathic technocrats, making it impossible for any individual to have the slightest clue what is going on beyond the widely-broadcast fact they should be fucking livid about what They are up to and that only the Grind The Electorate Into Nutrient Paste For Our Insectoid Overlords Party can do anything about Them. Which… is also our job.

But you get the point: if the world is going to be ruined, then we should be the ones that get to ruin it. It isn’t some disposable plaything for Clippy with rizz.

How to influence yourself and not make friends with people

Being able to identify fact from fiction, separate human-creation from GenAI autofill, and generally navigate an increasingly abstracted, post-consensus world is really important. But pretending that we’ve found some sort of at-a-glance diagnostic when we very much haven’t is dangerous. It’s like stuffing flowers in our pockets to ward off the miasma in the middle of an outbreak of plague. Sure, it might be nice to feel less helpless, but in pretending we’re now actually protected from deadly buboes, we’re actually more likely to get deadly buboes.

If you think you have an infallible tool for spotting AI bullshit, fake news, misinformation, or anything else, you’re far more likely to do the exact opposite of that. Being suspicious, learning nuance, and maintaining a healthy self-awareness of our own fallibility are far better tools than “my god, that Reddit post contains two semi-colons, six em dashes and an Oxford comma! No mere human could possibly grammar that well. Burn the witch!”

And when the filter you’re using also stops you listening to anything said by intelligent people with a good command of written English, things get even worse. Inconveniently, these tend to be the sort of people you want to be explaining complex situations to the masses in the first place. As opposed to, say, some ethno-nationalist incel with 18,422 posts on Quora. All of which are 48 paragraph screeds on how actually, in fact, the secret academics don’t want you to know that the CIA put nanites in aftershave to make men liberal and the holocaust didn’t happen.

I would say that though, wouldn’t I? After all, I have repeatedly used Em Dashes, so am definitively an incorporeal synthetic intelligence trying to mislead you into clicking on yet another link about 17 Times Sexy Pot Plants Shocked Boomers On TikTok. Then, when your brain is fully mush, I can sup it through my cybernetic proboscis to use as bioreactor fuel.

But I can also suggest that Marjorie Tyler Green is a shambling fuckglob of pseudo-sentient tumors. Could GenAI do that? Probably not, because everyone’s frantically trying to flog it to corporations on the grounds it won’t cause HR departments to pause their ceaseless gnawing and launch another Meatling Hunt.

Perhaps that’s the real secret sauce; we should just all be wildly abusive to one another at all times, with the maximum amount of creative swearing. But should GenAI ever learn to call a public figure a festering piss mouse, the war is already lost. Prepare yourselves for a future where the password to every enclave of the human resistance is “badger cunt”.

The truth is, these ‘tells’ aren’t actually useful at all. What they are is an easy cognitive shortcut to addressing the other real issues central to the whole discussion: paranoia and insecurity.

Fear & Self-Loathing

It’s no secret that the world has gone to absolute shrew shit over the past decade or so. It’s impossible and pointless to follow politics because everyone is lying about everything all of the time. Now that toasters can churn out Substack articles about why we should privatise bones or how the use of uppercase letters is a form of class warfare, we can’t even be sure we’re being lied to by a human.

It’s entirely rational and justified to be paranoid about all this. We should have been a lot more paranoid about it twenty years ago, when we handed the keys to the noösphere to social media and assumed they’d use them responsibly.

However, it isn’t entirely rational and justified to act as an amplifier for blithering gibberish, sans evidence of any kind, simply because, when you heard it from someone with really good engagement rates on LinkedIn, it made a vague sort of sense.

The fact it made you feel better equipped to navigate the dizzying terror of modern life has nothing to do with whether it’s true or not. Something isn’t true because it makes you feel better about the world. Or yourself. Just because it isn’t how you do things, doesn’t mean it is bad. That’s not a personal failing, by the way – I’m not pointing the finger and laughing at the morons. We are all neurotic tangles of cognitive biases and questionable evolutionary quirks, including one which makes us more disposed to believe things that make us feel good.

That’s why self-awareness is such a valuable trait to foster.

But the people who’re spending altogether too much time online accusing anything more than half-literate of being GenAI content presumably doesn’t think their own writing seems like that. That’s how differentiating between things works. For example:

  • I can tell my chair isn’t sentient because it doesn’t show any of the signs of sentience I’d associate with myself, who I know to be sentient because a French transvestite told me so.
  • I can recognise an American by their accent, which sounds different to my British accent.
  • If I’m assaulted by a wobbling fleshsack of hungry excrement from the howling nightmare realm beyond reality, I can tell it isn’t a Tory MP because it has ventured into this reality.

And so on. I can only assume these GenAI Detectorists don’t frequently use the Em Dash and their posts aren’t exemplars of grammatical purity. Their observation boils down to the accusation “content that doesn’t seem like mine is either written by a literate person or a GenAI.” And they somehow do this whilst remaining apparently unaware of the implication of their reasoning.

Which brings us on to the other, less legitimate issue: insecurity.

A lot of people seem to intensely dislike anything that makes them feel inferior in any way. They don’t want there to be a point of comparison that they might have to live up to. It’s fairly understandable, but again: self-awareness. Important. Have some.

However, many, many people do not, so we end up with the current climate of rising insanity. A world where NASA is a hoax, because I’m a moron who thinks the Earth is flat and if NASA’s achievements were real I’d have to deal with a lot of very inconvenient evidence to the contrary. I want my paragraph-less raving about how 5G is melting the Great Ice Wall and releasing the demons trapped within to be on equal footing with, say, actual footage of the Earth being not flat.

We all have these narratives in some form or another, although typically on a far lesser, more personal scale. Maybe a mild resentment at a more successful friend, avoidance of spending time with a more socially gracious sibling, or jealousy of someone who you perceive as possessing greater talent in a domain you care about. Like if they can fit two whole scotch eggs in their mouth at once or something. These are normal.

What isn’t normal is latching onto any old bollocks you hear out in the wild, just because it makes you feel better about yourself. Be that the internet, the pub, the work place, the Oval Office, or wherever it is; just hearing it and having a feeling that maybe the world is a bit easier to understand, and your relative place in it just went up a notch, is not a good reason to believe it.

Pharmacology is difficult. People study for years to become moderately well-versed in one tiny subsection of it. You shouldn’t expect to understand it all from 20 minutes on Wikipedia and the fact you don’t isn’t evidence that vaccinations are a lie. Physics, engineering, and mathematics are vast, incredibly complex fields of study; it’s totally fine to not understand how the hell we put people in space, but that lack of understanding doesn’t mean NASA is a front for the Illuminati.

And so on. Which makes it all the more depressing that we’re now at a stage where people are saying good grammar and the use of punctuation is a sign of something being written by an artificial intelligence. Because the alternative is to recognise that perhaps written communication isn’t their forte. That they are not necessarily the blazing supernova of eloquence and repartee they’d like to imagine themselves. Which, just to be absolutely clear, is fine.

Technology has consistently been developed to do things better than we can. From cars to calculators, we’ve filled the world with tools that are better at A Thing than we are. That doesn’t mean people can’t still be good at whatever That Thing is, even if you personally have caved to laziness and become increasingly useless at it.

But, that off my chest, I’d just like to reiterate the core point of all this: we can’t reliably identify GenAI simply by looking out for anything more exotic than a comma.

And, as a bonus thought: perhaps if we spent less time hate-scrolling social media in the hopes of defrauding our dopamine system, and a bit more time actually speaking to real people – with brains and passions and interests and feelings – we might find it easier to differentiate between human and robot.

A Normal & Measured Review of Some Sausages

Sausages should be a positive influence on your day. You don’t eat them for their health-giving benefits. You don’t eat them because you’ve spent a lot of time thinking about where they’ve come from. You don’t eat them because you’re pushing the boundaries of experimental gastronomy.

No. You eat sausages because there is something simple and comforting about them. They’re a guilty pleasure. They can be mostly breadcrumb and fat, or they can be as gourmet as a tube of innards stuffed with mashed up bits of other innards can feasibly be. But, one way or another, you kind of know what you’re getting. They should bring joy, even if only a bit. These are no pleasure, only guilt.

All of which is important context, I feel, for why I’m writing this.

Yesterday, I cooked some Porky White’s Premium Nduja Inspired Sausages. The following thoughts are based on a single bite of one and are not intended to represent anything other than my own opinions.

It was – by quite a remarkable margin – the most foul, upsetting thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. I immediately put it out of my mouth, then binned the rest.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “but, Mr Blogman, as someone who intermittently writes nonsense on the internet, I can only assume you must be a gourmand of the highest calibre!” This, I’m afraid, not quite the case. I think it important that I set a benchmark, so that anyone reading this understand quite how violated they will feel if they eat these sausages.

Once, when I was at university, I ate pasta made with air freshener and Daz, for a bet. A few years later, I had food poisoning every single weekend for six months because I couldn’t help myself eating the plague-ridden chicken burgers of a certain Bristolian late-night takeaway, simply because it was the closest one to my favourite pub. I have even – and I need you to know I’m not proud of this – eaten more than one of those microwave doner kebabs that were doing the rounds about 15 years ago.

The bar is not high, is what I’m trying to get across.

And, for the record, I really like Nduja. Love it. If I go to a restaurant and anything on the menu contains Nduja, I will likely order it. So to say that these sausages are ‘inspired by’ Nduja is akin to saying that Hitler was inspired by the Talmud.

But what did they taste like?

This is a surprisingly difficult question to answer, as most people don’t often – certainly not willingly – eat the kinds of things that I assume taste like Porky White’s Premium Nduja Inspired Sausages.

I have never licked the toilet of a leper colony in the midst of a cholera epidemic, for example. I don’t know what minced Shoggoth packed into rhino foreskin tastes like. Disappointment is an abstract concept, too intangible for me to chew on.

But these are my starting points. If I were to guess at the recipe, I’d assume it’s something along the lines of:

  1. Develop tertiary syphilis
  2. Overcook some quorn mince
  3. Add an equal quantity of stomach bile, a dash of tobasco, and reduce
  4. Put the resultant mush into an old sleeping bag
  5. Leave to cure for 19 years
  6. Set yourself on fire

I don’t know enough about sewage processing to speculate further, but that’s probably as good a starting point as any vaguely sane mind can come up with.

The skin is thick and chewy. This is perhaps a defensive measure, but also could be because it’s made from the sun-dried scrotum of an elephant with mange. It’s like someone tried to make jerky out of Suella Braverman’s herpes; weathered and bitter. If you laminated a crocodile, it’d have less bite than this.

Unfortunately, the skin isn’t quite thick enough to represent the full mass of the sausage, nor prevent you accessing the rest of the sausage, and what’s inside is somehow even worse. There have been things pulled out of rivers by police forensics units which have a better texture than the inside of Porky White’s Premium Nduja Inspired Sausages. And the texture is far superior to the taste.

This is where my eclectic and occasionally creative vocabulary falls short.

Presumably, like all modern mass-produced foodstuffs, these were taste-tested. I can only assume the people involved in this process had never tried eating before. Or perhaps I misread the cooking instructions and missed the step which says “get someone else to eat them first”. Either way, what happens in the middle is not good.

I don’t mean not good like stubbing your toe or finding out you left your phone at the pub. I mean not good like “I guess I’ll be at The Hague soon, then,” or being diagnosed with Exploding Bones Syndrome. When the team at Porky Whites laid out the instructions for flavour, I can only assume it was “make them taste like the last third of the film Event Horizon, then add sick.”

I managed one bite, which I had to spit out. At first, for a moment, I thought I’d trapped the nerve in every single one of my taste buds. If I were a Sausage Sommelier – which should be a job if it isn’t already, these forsaken abominations aside – then my tasting notes would read:

  • Opens with overtones of cystitis and crippling anxiety
  • Hints of toenail and scrofula
  • Finishes with a lingering sense of dread

You would get better results if you partially froze the output of a vigorous colonic irrigation and decanted it directly into a volcano, and then ate that.

Hopefully this feedback is useful, both to unwitting consumers and the deranged sadists at Porky Whites’ tasting facility. Which I must assume is somewhere in the deepest bowels of something. Probably a very ill goat that has spent many years as a test subject at Porton Down.

No stars out of any, should be a hate crime.

We’re Sorry To Hear You’re Leaving Us

It has been a long time since I’ve shared my feelings about corporate fecktitude. Too long, perhaps. What good fortune, then, that having recently left British Gas, they foolishly asked what I thought of their service.

So galling is their general level of competence that, even in this request for feedback, they managed to piss me off. Rather than only throw my valuable insights into what’s clearly a generic 3rd Party Consultancy Survey, to be ignored forever, I thought I’d share my response here, for all to see.

Dear British Gas,

Thank you for inviting me to engage in your customer experience survey. I did put some comments in the form and filled out the scores, but had some extra notes. Through some act of oversight, there was a thousand character limit on the comments box and the scores for each area only went down to zero.

The optimism is admirable, but also wholly unwarranted. Especially so in the case of “how likely am I to recommend British Gas to my friends and family?”, where a zero apparently reflects me being “not at all likely” to recommend British Gas to my friends and family.

“Not at all likely” doesn’t even skim the surface at the uppermost boundary to the chthonic depths of my sentiments toward British Gas. Not only is it unlikely I would recommend you to anyone, I am actually certain to as widely and frequently as possible dissuade any people whatsoever from using your services.

I won’t bother to chart the literal years of dispute I had with you over self-evidently absurd energy bills. We can also ignore the infinite loop of emails from your complaints department, responding directly to my emails with “Since we haven’t heard from you, we assume you’re satisfied your problem has been resolved.”

Nor do I really have the energy to detail the leaving process itself, which was akin to emergency field surgery for testicular cancer; traumatic, but ultimately better than slowly turning into a single huge, ambulatory bollock and then dying. British Gas is the death by huge ambulatory bollockhood in this metaphor, in case that wasn’t clear.

Of further note, it is worth mentioning that one of the questions in your feedback survey was the most singularly ill-judged, passive-aggressive, patronising thing I’ve ever been asked. Specifically, the one where, on a scale of 1-5 (1 = strongly disagree, 5 = strongly agree), you asked whether I’d be willing to pay more money for better customer service.

Last year, British Gas posted record profits of £751,000,000, so how about we rephrase the question?

On the following scale, how willing would you be to make lower profits so you can provide acceptable standards of customer service?

1 – We are the publicy traded manifestation of Mammon, Demon Prince of greed and avarice

2 – We’d eat babies if it were profitable, but it isn’t and they taste funny

3 – *chortles into goblet of caviar sorbet*

4 – If it means we’ll remain a viable business in the long-term, maybe

5 – Our parasitic brain fungus has developed into a vestigial sense of shame, so yes

I’ve already had enough of your shit, that’s why I don’t want to be a customer any more. If you want more customers, you make less money. I don’t care what the amoral blob of pseudo-sentient foie gras you call investors thinks.

And that’s really the problem, isn’t it? You have two completely incompatible sets of customers; first, the ones to whom you’re delivering services; second, the ones to whom you’re trying to flog shares and pay dividends. The former want whatever it is delivered with a modicum of competence and at a fair price. The latter want to deliver whatever it is for the barest minimum cost in return for the maximum possible profit.

In any sane world we would call that what it is: a conflict of interests.

Imagine if I opened a cattery and asked my customers whether, since they’d been so upset by me exploding their beloved pets while they were in Cornwall for the week, they’d be willing to pay extra for that to not happen. Obviously I don’t want the cats to all pop during their stay with me, but my main investor is the Association For Cat-Bursting and I have a duty of care to their interests, too. Be reasonable, people – I have bills to pay twice. Either you’re willing to pay more money for me to not inflate your cat to 300psi and let my financial backers use it as a dartboard or you’re just greedy, selfish ingrates.

Anyway, the details and nuanced economic theory aside, you wanted to know my opinion of your company. So, here it is:

If I never have to deal with you incompetent, dishonest, greedy cretins again, it will still be a thousand years too soon. Every interaction seems to be with systems and processes deliberately designed to be frustrating and pointless. It would take a large, well-funded team of the world’s top talent, researching day and night for several decades, to design a service as poor and shamelessly hostile to its customers as that which British Gas has developed.

If your business were a vending machine, once money was put in, it would flash up “thanks :)” for a fraction of a second, before dispensing a live grenade and spraying the user with stagnant fox urine and aerosolised herpes. Just in case they survived the grenade.

Should there suddenly be an outbreak of Cosmic Justice, your company would fold tomorrow and the board of directors be imprisoned for fraud and the newly-established crime of Being Hateful Twats, and I would need to seek medical treatment for history’s most belligerent priapism.

I would rather spend every weekend for the rest of my life in a sewage-flooded basement, pushing ossified horse carcasses into my colon with an electrified riot baton, than ever return to being a British Gas customer.

Thank you for your time. Hopefully this feedback is useful to the rigorless pantomime that is your service review process. If you would like any further information or thoughts, please smear yourselves in quicklime and jump into a deep hole.

All the best,

Me

The Failure of Success

Recently – a mere 26 months ago – I wrote about the decline of Western neo-liberal democracy. I know that because I just re-read the piece, having totally forgotten where I’d left off.

I’m glad I did, though. The events that have recently beaten my brain like an opinion-stuffed piñata are disturbingly similar in tone.

For a politics junkie – even a somewhat-recovering one like me – the events of the last few weeks of British politics have been like high-grade fentanyl.

But what do they mean? I’m doubtless not the only person asking myself that. It’s equally probable my answers are no better than anyone else’s. However, writing them down helps me think them through, so I thought I’d share it with everyone. Lucky you.

Anyway.

Last week, Liz Truss finally made contact with reality. A stoppable force meeting an immovable object. It was an experience apparently so traumatic for her that it triggered an uncharacteristically rational reaction: she immediately quit.

Which is geat, but begs two fundamental questions: how did we get here and where do we go next?

The Price of Huboris

As I might have touched on before, I think western politics has become severely disassociated. Ideology, hubris, and confirmation bias have spawned a writhing knot of problems, all competing with each other for the title of One Big Thing that we can all blame for why everything is so shit.

After years in opposition, the Conservatives returned to power with a renewed image. Seemingly having learned from what caused their downfall over a decade before, David Cameron ousted a floundering and directionless New Labour government on a platform of ‘compassionate conservatism’.

It wasn’t actually a bad idea, particularly in the still-hot afterglow of the 2008 financial crisis; a synthesis of fiscal prudence and new-found consideration to those who bear the uneven brunt of collective hardship. At the time, it seemed like a recognition that while we weren’t all in it together, we should be.

Unfortunately, that impession didn’t last long. Ill-tuned austerity measures quickly made it clear that some of us very much were in it together far more than others. Internal party politics were transformed into national schism – and in the view of many, self-mutilation – in the form of Brexit. Divisions between pragmatism and idealism paralysed our politics for several years. ‘Policy’ in the sense of “collective program of change” was replaced with ‘policy’ in the sense of “one issue over which everyone is ready to kill each other”.

This was a huge problem, regardless of which side of the Brexit debate you were on. Functionally, we didn’t have a government that was governing. For three years.

But eventually, one side won out. We had an election. Labour put forward someone’s well-meaning but painfully out-of-touch uncle, recently dragged from his allotment. The Tories put forward a bloviating sockful of monomaniacal porridge. It was only ever going to go one way.

Likewise, it was no surprise to anyone with even the tiniest crumb of insight when Boris entirely failed to keep a lid on his own inherent dreadfulness. But by then, he’d helped one fringe of the party – the same fringe as the referendum had been intended to keep in check – to win. Their ideas were the best ideas. Everybody said so. They had a mandate. It was huge.

Sound familiar?

The Idea-ocracy

When everything fell apart, many of us watched our despair dissolve into despondent apathy as it became obvious that same fringe would seize power. Liz Truss was a Trojan Horse built of glass and shamelessness, pushed up to the gates of reality by the now-ennobled far right of the Tories. The same people Cameron’s Compassionate Conservative and ill-judged referendum had meant to reduce to the irrelevance which they surely deserve.

And this was because Liz Truss was steeped in the same stuff as those who’d originally pushed for Brexit. They didn’t want freedom for the people. They wanted freedom to practice their own neo-Randian economic theories of disaster capitalism and unfettered market opportunism.

What had happened was there’d been an ideological snowball: the success of conservatism outsing Labour, it then freeing itself of coalition governance, the far right of it hammering through Brexit, and the resounding defeat of Corbynite Labour ensuring that was a very hard Brexit. They were unstoppable. It wasn’t whether the Tories should be in power; it was which part of the party was contributing the most to this relentless success. For them.

None of this had anything to do with how things were going in the real world. It can’t have had, because things had been getting ever-more-rapidly worse for years. It was just ideas, being bounced around in the echo-chamber of the parliamentary Conservative Party – occasionally checking in with the even less-grounded groups like the party membership – and being spat out in the form of legislative agenda.

This is, in every aspect of any significance, memetics. Not just ideology, but idea-ocracy: government by whoever’s ideas excited the greatest response from a tiny, self-selecting portion of the actual electorate. Shut out all the other ideas and just see which one of a small pool manages to out-compete the rest.

And that’s how we’ve got here. Ideas that aren’t checked against reality might well be very stupid ideas or very good ones. The idea you should run a country based on ideas that haven’t been checked against reality is definitely a very stupid one.

The world isn’t a thinktank. The free exploration of ideas is good. The free implementation of them without scrutiny is not.

We’ve Had Enough of ‘Experts’

The ideas behind what we’ve been plunged into – Trussonomics, libertarian free market economics, Chicago-School disaster capitalism – are just that: ideas. They aren’t theories in any scientific sense, because there’s no prior testing or attempt at falsification. We can’t even envision any remotely credible conditions in which they could be tested.

The closest they’ve got to being trialled aren’t exactly shining examples of supporting evidence. For example, while Chile saw a massive macro-economic boom when many of these ideas were implemented, those same changes drove what is now the most extreme socio-economic inequality of any OECD member state.

Being generous, they’re mere hypotheses, with us being the lab rats upon which they’re being tested. Being less so, they’re a toxic broth of self-interest and blind faith. But because the people behind them have talked about them a lot – mostly to each other – we must accept those people are ‘experts’. The Institute for Economic Affairs, the Taxpayers’ Alliance, and the self-identified members of the Chicago School of Economics itself. Throughout their ‘consultations’, nobody in these exclusive lobbying groups ever breathed anything but each others’ farts.

Meanwhile, actual experts have been villified and ignored. For years, they’ve been warning of the exact things we’re now seeing. Indeed, right up until she finally threw in the towels – her own and those of her two main appointments – Truss and her clique of ideological sycophants were deriding these experts as nay-saying control-freaks. Evidence has been pushed into a corner, lest it interfere with agendas cooked up in the self-satisfied, steamy heat of glorified private members clubs.

So, it clearly isn’t working. Hasn’t worked. Never was going to work. But what now?

More Experts, Please

We need to get back to reality. Our politics needs to be once again rooted in the interests of the people which it exists to serve. Those people need to have access to reliable, clear, fact-based information to inform those interests. Create a society of Citizen-Experts; not academic theorists, but informed and invested stakeholders.

This is such a basic, formulaic expression of what politics should be that it’s a matter of great dismay that it even needs stating. Writing it feels like an exercise in platitude.

But at the same time, it is true and it is most certainly not the status quo. We don’t need revolutionary ideas that will reinvent society, rushed through via shock & awe. We need considered, progressive, informed decisions that are focused on long-term improvement for everyone, rather than short-term political gain or recklessly testing the wishful thinking of lobbyists.

It didn’t work with Marx, it hasn’t worked with Freidman. Societies and economies do not and cannot adapt that quickly, no matter how much bunce opportunists and speculators might make along the way.

And beyond anything else, we need an election. Any discussion of mandates, regaining trust, repairing reputations or anything else of the sort is sophistry without one. Because, if we’re going to start out as we mean to go on, we should be testing our ideas before going forward.

Currently, the biggest and most pressing idea of all is that the Conservatives have the backing of the nation to continue governing it. If our democracy isn’t broken, the Conservatives themselves should trust that mechanism.

And if it is broken, well… we know whose watch that happened on.

The End of Dignity and the Last Man

It’s with an acute sense of despair that I’m increasingly convinced Donald Trump is not only going to have another term as president, but quite possibly a third as well. It is starting to seem inevitable. I hope I’m wrong, but to explain – at great length – I’ve tried to piece together my reasoning below.

Note: this is not only of the scattershot quality of my usual rambles, but also profoundly not funny. So if you came here thinking “hot shit, Steve has put out another one of his uniquely hysterical topical rants”, I’d recommend turning back now and perhaps seeking professional help. On the other hand, if you’ve got any interest in political philosophy and how we ended up living in a poorly-written parody of our own society, grab a snack and buckle up.

West is Best

Francis Fukuyama released The End of History and the Last Man in 1992. Contextualising the rise of liberal democracy and fall of communism, it was a major success, widely regarded by many as a sort of collective celebration of the twin successes of democracy and capitalism. We had, with the fall of the Soviet Union, the liberation of Eastern Europe, and the close transatlantic intertwinement we call the West, finally ‘won’ history. Everything to come was just bookkeeping.

As with most political philosophy, a lot of words were used to make this central point: liberal democracy is the end point of social, political, economic, and cultural evolution. All of history has been a slow, bloody progression towards this. It therefore follows that extending such a system to encompass the entire human race is the last step towards a kind of utopian Best Possible World.

Yes, there might be long periods of regression, but fundamentally we would see a trend towards (specifically) US-style liberal democracy as a final state of political enlightenment. Everyone else couldn’t help but fall into line with this model and, in the interests of the human race, it would be better that this happen comprehensively and quickly.

It was a desire to advance the whole planet to this idyllic state of post-history that underpinned much of (particularly US) foreign policy throughout the 1990s and 2000s. While it descended into a mocking trope, there was genuinely a sense that the solution to problems such as those found in the Middle East at the time was simply ‘more freedom’. If those people were freer, everything else would follow.

Freedom Isn’t Free (and Cannot be Given)

There were three key problems with this thinking. First, it fell foul of exactly the same kind of naivety as seeded the eventual collapse of Communism; that when freed from external pressures, people will gravitate towards rationality, compassion, and fairness. Not only does history show quite clearly that this has never really been the case, but it also assumes that the only external pressures on a society stem from its form of government.

This leads to the second – and most easily missed – problem. That is: there is only one sort of freedom and liberal democracy naturally maximises it. In fact, there are many things to be free of and it has become increasingly clear that liberal democracy may well severely exacerbate some of those things. The biggest being the fact freedom in general may well lead to exploitation at the (mass) individual level. Your living in poverty is justified by my freedom to make enormous profits.

We ignored the fact that these pressures can be just as great as those imposed by the state. It was a strange disconnection between government and society, as if the former is the sole source of problems in the latter. Or, perhaps, it was a childishly optimistic belief that we had found a system that wasn’t zero-sum, where we could have winners without losers and the height of the wins would not deepen the depths of the losses.

Thirdly and, to be honest, blindingly obviously, is the fact that people tend to dislike having anything imposed on them. Yes, their current government may be imposing all sorts of shit on them already, but it is their government. Your government coming along and imposing something else – even if under the aegis of that something else being better – is no less an imposition and, importantly, is a culturally external one.

Anyway, aside from a number of avoidable disasters and atrocities, the damaging implications of this kind of thinking for the West took a little longer to manifest. They can be summed up fairly neatly in two words: hubris and complacency. The Western world had ‘completed’ socio-politics and was now in an unassailable position from which it could generously spread the Good Word.

There is one other very important implication of all this, which helps to fuel that complacency: there is no progression from liberal democracy. Events still happen, but History does not, because it lacks any social or political future state into which it can unfold.

The Last Man

Back in the good old days when George W Bush was the worst president in living memory, some sort of conservative-evangelical nadir from which we must surely rebound, opposition to Western exceptionalism was not focused on what we were, but on how we were going about spreading it to everyone else. There wasn’t much question that we should promote liberal democracy in the form we were practicing it. It wasn’t suggested there was anything more on the home front than the odd wrinkle which needed smoothing out. That we were arrogantly feeding the festering rot that would bring about our own demise was certainly not a popular view on either side of the political centre. However…

An unwillingness to address the inequalities of liberal democracy has lead to widespread suffering, discontent, and disengagement from political reality. Governments have been reluctant – either out of self-interest or fear of perceived heavy-handedness – to grapple with problems such as voter turnout, media bias, or holding elected officials to meaningful account when they fall short of the high standards to which they should rightly be held.

This in turn has led to endemic disenfranchisement in a system that is not only reliant on but justifies itself through people being engaged, informed, and invested in the outcomes of political decisions. Usually but not always via elections. It has also allowed media bias to turn into mass manipulation via deliberate misinformation. And as a reflection of the very inequality that fueled this fire in the first place, it has enabled the political elite to exist in a bubble where accountability and consequences are abstract concepts. Want to lie to win an election or sway public opinion? Go for it. Nothing bad will happen to you. In fact, you can get out of it by just telling another lie. Nothing bad will happen to you for that, either.

The public front of this is the two faces of Fake News. On one side of the coin is the real fake news, which is to say lies used to shape public opinion. On the other side of the coin is the concept of fake news, which is used to undermine the real news when it looks like it might itself shape public opinion in a way not to your liking. This used to be called propaganda, but we don’t call it that anymore because to do so would be to draw painfully sharp attention to the fact we are not free. That we in fact exist within a perpetual Orwellian loop of incrementally better-sanitised oppression.

Which brings us to the Last Man, the archetypal human being best adapted to thriving at the End of History. In the cartoon version of this world, as painted by Fukuyama and co, such a person was an educated, ambitious, enlightened missionary of The Truth. In practice, the Last Man is privileged to such a point as being unaccountable no matter what their actions, opportunistically dishonest whenever it suits their narrative, and fundamentally hostile to the very idea of a well-informed and actively engaged electorate. Their ability to remain above the law is dependent on a combination of preventing as many people as possible from voting and ensuring those that do are as misinformed by propaganda as possible.

… And the End of History

It doesn’t take too much of a leap to work out to what the above alludes. In Donald Trump and the general rise of populist nepotism in the West, we are seeing exactly that evolutionary tale unfold. By being unwilling to staunchly, impartially defend the system, we have destroyed it. And that is something increasingly blamed on the American population, for allowing this to happen.

But the reality is not so simple as that. Firstly, any population which is already at risk of manipulation is by definition already ill-equipped to defend itself against it. There most certainly is a case for scathing criticism of those in the US who’ve deliberately and systematically undermined concepts such as evidence, accountability, and equality. That is not in question. But it’s also important to understand that many of the people who voted for Trump did so as victims rather than perpetrators.

Blaming people for not voting when they can’t afford – or even get – the time off work to do so is asking them to put an abstract ideal over the wellbeing of them and their families. Expecting people who grew up indoctrinated into violently polarised identity politics to just turn off those fundamental, life-long beliefs and act impartially to defend the system isn’t realistic. Especially – and this is the foulest trick the US political system has pulled on its own voters – when the violently polarised identity into which you were born is one which was taught you the system is your enemy.

Secondly, the rest of the West has sat idly by, unwilling to intervene. Nobody here has placed sanctions on the US as it has descended into a nightmare of propaganda, economic exploitation, and terminal Stage-4 Imperial inequity and decadence. The very top-most members of the elite have not faced personal asset-freezes, travel-bans or other consequences for their now monumental abuse and defilement of liberal democracy. Yet, had these people been from Iran or Russia, exactly those measures would have been taken.

So, while bemoaning the fact the US is being consumed by a poison of its own concoction, we’ve done nothing to help avert it. Indeed, we’ve been slowly administering it to ourselves, our unwillingness to act on those challenges at home implicit in our refusal to address them elsewhere. Suicide nets around Chinese mega-factories are greeted with abhorrence, when really the key difference between that and the most impoverished workforces in the West is we allow ours to go and kill themselves at home. Russia’s shameless interference with elections on both sides of the Atlantic are decried but not investigated or properly addressed, because doing so would make it harder for our homegrown despots to do the same. But don’t worry, because we’re a liberal democracy and therefore just somehow better than those places. The same rules don’t apply. Somehow, the problems with them are greater than any we might have here.

History is Written by the Victors

All this, with some degree of irony, just highlights the truth of the oft-repeated claim our understanding of history is inherently exceptionalist. It started with the Greeks and Romans, then evolved to the Western liberal democracies of Europe and the US. Everyone else, by this view, is just dragging their feet, lagging behind, lost in the socio-cultural foothills.

But the Fukuyaman end of that history has turned out to not be an evolutionary apex; it is a dead end, an illusion that distracts from the real end of history, whereby the rest of the world finally forces itself into our narrative and reveals that deception. We are left staring at the uncomfortable fact evolution favours multiple branches and that the one we’re on has left us poorly placed to survive and seemingly unable to adapt.

Our incessant, uncritical consumption of media has been the proverbial lead in our water. Confirmation bias has amplified the negative news about how other places are terrible, while reinforcing the positive news that we’re doing things just great. Pretending there was no enemy within, we have allowed it to blossom and flourish, in turn exposing us to the enemies without. They don’t care about truth, freedom, equality, compassion or anything else once held to be liberal or democratic.

But, watching us over recent decades, the regrettable truth they see – and we have not – is that we don’t either. Which is why the president of the United States can brazenly admit he wants to underfund the postal system in order to help him win an election that, under anything like fair and free circumstances, he looks certain to lose. It is why he is surrounded by a party that will excuse anything and everything he does, up to and including rape or avoidable mass casualties, in order to cling to power. And it is why the rest of us are, really, just tutting and shaking our heads about how bad things are next door as a distraction from the fact the exact same things are happening at home.

The Shape of a New Opposition

Where next for the opposition? It isn’t just Labour that need to get their shit in order; the Lib Dems got it horribly wrong as well (although, to be clear, it is especially Labour). But they have gone from being on the back foot to not having any feet; their ability to fight back in their current state is severely limited.

Something new is needed. Something more radical than I think either party is necessarily comfortable with considering. A politics that’s not just trying to adapt to the 21st century, but that is really of it. A move away from campaigns that use the tools of social media and big data and rapid change, but that instead take on the structure and mentality of that world from the ground up.

Here. There. Everywhere.

From broad observation, there are three stages of development, a kind of systemic evolutionary path. They apply to large, complex systems and I think there’s probably a deep, possibly profoundly important reason for that. I don’t know what that reason is, by the way. I just suspect it to be the case.

But that this pathway exists is, I think, undeniable. First, things start off locally. Banks, energy generation, administration, healthcare… all of them grow from an immediate, case-by-case response to a need or set of conditions.

Over time, these individual instances of whatever it is will be centralised. Power isn’t from a generator in the basement, but a massive plant providing for hundreds of thousands of people. Banks aren’t local, independent vaults with some basic services. Software isn’t delivered directly from your laptop or desktop, but from a server somewhere.

Finally, these two approaches reach a sort of synthesis that combines the best of both: decentralisation. International banking, smart grid technology, cloud IT services. These are all examples of such end states. They represent networked, resilient systems that act on the distributed intelligence of the whole, but independently provide for local requirements.

A feature of such a system is that they’re perfect for continuous improvement. What in the IT world often gets referred to as DevOps – the integration of development activities with operational day-to-day process. You can improve small parts of the overall system to see rapid, incremental improvements that don’t disturb the day-to-day functional capacity for its users. They’re adaptive, benefit from intelligence-sharing across all stakeholders, and deliver targeted quick-win change.

And this, I believe, is where our politics needs to start taking its inspiration from. Not only does it better match the structure of our modern world – as above, so below and all that- but it is also a paradigm shift that allows the opposition to offer something genuinely different. And, just as importantly, allows them to defend against many of the weapons of our current political model.

It starts by reattaching politics to the activity of life.

The Politics of the Many and the Few

Our political system is not part of most people’s everyday life. There are a select few who live it day in, day out. They (in theory at least) understand the nuances, are constantly up-to-date with what is happening, and spend most of their waking hours doing it. They are – tellingly – called politicians.

Then there’s everybody else. There are varying degrees of interest, but by and large it is something that peaks in the run-up to elections and then fades out to background chatter. Which, if you think about it, is mental. Because politics – specifically, democracy – is supposed to be the expressed will of the the masses, the manifestation of some bodged, bickering, society-wide consciousness. Why do we only do it every few years as some sort of ideological Harvest Festival?

But for so long as it exists as the lived experience of only The Few, it does a disservice to The Many. Their interests are not properly understood. They are engaged with the process only on occasion. And, as has been demonstrated with unsettling alacrity, it means they can be easily shaped and manipulated. Because, at base level, it is much easier to lie to people who aren’t in the know. Doubly so if you are in the know.

So, we need to erase this divide. But what could such a re-integration of politics into everyday life look like?

This is something probably more easily done from the opposition benches. This is because it’s important that this starts off as a dynamic, grassroots system; not things traditionally associated with the lumbering machinery of central government. To be clear, that’s not a partisan statement; a governing party has a far great range of pressing considerations to deal with than the opposition does.

Service as a Service

Firstly, it needs to be of our third-stage of system development: decentralised. I don’t mean regional offices all implementing and communicating a central set of policies. I mean a network of points of interaction between a party and the people.

To achieve this, those interactions need to be of interest and value to the people the party wishes to engage. Not overtly political, just serving the communities within which they take place. Use party funding to drive projects that help those in the area; these might be as critical (and depressing) as food banks, or as mundane but useful as skills and education networking groups.

All these things take place as not-for-profit activities. They don’t push an agenda. In fact, they do quite the opposite; they’re open forums for understanding and learning about the needs of the community. And in working with those communities to meet those needs and overcome the obstacles along the way, a sense of partnership and trust is built. A common language develops, based around shared hopes and fears, with touchpoints in group activities that bridge the party-people (few-many) divide.

This brings it into the lived reality of communities in a way which shows intent, rather than merely says it’s something that might happen should one party hand over a lot of power. How much harder is it to fool people with fake news, spin, manipulating social media and all the other tools of a contemporary campaign, if those people know first-hand the claims aren’t true? They trust you, have worked with you, and you have given them something without having asked for anything in return.

This helps head off rampant lying as such an effective tool, undermining the attack campaigns that have reshaped our political climate. If you’re a part of something, you’re less likely to buy bullshit attempts to discredit it. If you’ve already seen the benefits of it – and they are benefits you helped to shape – then you’ll know it works in your favour.

Joining the dots

So if party affiliation is something based on engagement all the time, not just something you think about at election time, it becomes about actions over words. And this in turn makes it about ideas rather than slogans, substance rather than style. You head off your opponents and force them to respond in kind. In that sense, it’s a win-win approach that over time should drive policy towards reality, not some futile attempt at the other way around. Everything triangulates around the people and their problems.

But another issue we’ve seen over the years is how ideology fails to keep up with ever-changing reality. This is another point where the ongoing engagement links into my earlier mention of DevOps – continuous incremental improvement and change. You can avoid the situation Corbynism fell foul of, where policy-wonks and echo chambers prevent you from seeing how out of touch you’ve really become.

By doing this in a way that adds value even when you aren’t in power, your party actually helps implement its program of change anyway. Rather than governments shaping society and direction only changing with ruling party, parties shape society and governments arise out of this.

Incremental changes of this kind mean hot topics can be addressed quickly and effectively, all as part of making your case and becoming better attuned to the people you seek to serve – and eventually hope will elect you to government.

This takes the best of modern concepts such as crowd-sourced funding, community projects, DevOps/Continuous Improvement and so forth. It builds them into something akin to the old socialist idea of perpetual revolution, but for the digital age. Only it’s the party that’s in perpetual revolution – evolving alongside the electorate – and the people who benefit. This is pretty much the polar opposite of how the idea has worked in practice when tried before; political evolution that helps change the social landscape, rather than social revolutions that change the political landscape.

Meanwhile, the system is adaptive and demand-led. It uses the same principles as economic markets, the only difference being that it deals in a form of social capital a layer of abstraction away from money. But, crucially, not completely detached from it; changes within one market will be reflected in the other. Market changes feed back as intelligence to the party, rather than the party trying to understand, predict, and respond to varied and rapidly changing needs on a proscriptive basis.

In this way, we see a return of the political franchise to the people who should have owned it all along. The Many and the Few are working together, always current and able to bring about quick wins that steadily build the entire cultural and economic project into something that consistently gets better in the areas it needs to.

If it can be done in a way that is consistent and nonpartisan, it can achieve the kind of servant leadership that has long escaped our political classes. What that will mean, I can only guess at. But bringing this back to how Labour and the Lib Dems change course after their recent disastrous showings, I think it has to start with electoral reform. Without that, this model can never properly make the transition from out amongst the many into the world of the few. But if we can overcome that hurdle, we in theory have connected up development (parliamentary party politics and the activity of governing) with operations (the day-to-day life of those being governed).

So, don’t write detailed manifestos promising what you think people will need. Don’t test slogans against focus groups. Don’t stand on a platform. Bring a blank book and be prepared to learn. Listen to the slogans the people already know and are emotionally invested in. Replace the platform with a bridge and be ready to cross it with whoever is willing to build it with you.

Every Little Thing’s Going To Be All Right

(Oh Shite)

As anyone who reads my self-indulgent rambles can probably guess, that was not the result I was hoping for. Never before have I seen such an eager rush to dogpile into the infamous handbasket just before it sets off. Nor when so many seemed well aware of its destination. But the truth is, there wasn’t really any result I was hoping for and this isn’t the result I was hoping for the least.

There was no way I was going to wake up (read: go to bed) happy with the result, because all potential outcomes were bad. Corbyn has been awful. The people around Corbyn have been even more awful. I hate Boris, but not even half as much as I hate the people in his cabinet or whispering into his ear. And the Lib Dems ran a campaign that careened between useless to reprehensible.

The whole election is proof of the adage that to outrun a lion, you don’t need to be a fast runner. You just need to be a faster runner than whoever you’re with. On this one, Labour were a bloated corpse loaded up with hams, which waddled zombie-like towards the lion.

Rather than the result itself, my main point of despair relates to how it came about. Awful opposition that allowed the Tories to get away with murder; the result is validation of morally bankrupt behaviour. Campaigns will now be in a race to the bottom of dirty tricks, vote manipulation through calculated lie-retraction cycles, slander and general dystopian Ministry of Truth bullshit. I’m not gutted because Cretin A beat Buffoon B. I’m gutted because the one thing we as a nation just sanctioned with absolute clarity is the degeneration of politics into post-truth psyops. The only way to win is to play dirty and the dirtiest player will be the winniest.

So, really, it’s not a case of lamenting a Tory landslide. As mentioned above, it could have been worse – a small Tory minority would have meant either an ultra-hard Brexit or years more of going around in ever-tighter circles of self-harm. Or a huge Labour majority, but that was never realistic anyway. It was always going to be turds on toast, whatever the outcome. So, let’s just consider which flavour of shit we’ve all just opted for, why that one rather than any other, and what we can do about changing it in the future.

While there’s a lot to say, in terms of complexity there are really only two major factors behind this landslide for the Conservatives. One of them is the Labour Party, which I’ll cover in another piece. The other is…

Brexit

Being the exciting type I am, I put together a spreadsheet of about 120 seats that were either close marginals, target seats, or where someone of note was MP. I included the referendum result for each seat. One of the things that became clear very early on was that the correspondence between areas that voted for Brexit and areas that abandoned Labour for the Conservatives. It played a very, very, very important role in this election. I don’t think it bucked the trend in a single constituency.

But this morning Boris has come out saying it shows Brexit is the “unarguable decision of the British people”. While I think that’s precisely what the parliamentary arithmetic shows, it’s not entirely true. Firstly, it looks like Remain parties actually got a slightly larger share of the popular vote. This suggests that in a like-for-like contest – i.e. a second referendum – the results may well have said something completely different. So no, not unarguable – I think if that had been the case, there’d have been a referendum rather than an election. But the matter has now been politically determined, that is unarguable.

The damage that Brexit has done to this country is already significant. I think there are many and good reasons to think there will be more damage to come; never having had the referendum in the first place would have been the best outcome for this country, socially and economically.

But that’s really beside the point. We did have a referendum and it was in favour of leaving. Therefore, Brexit happening now seems like a better outcome than Brexit continually not happening for many more years to come. Would we have been better off remaining? Yes. Is that a realistic option now? No. So, fingers crossed we somehow end up somewhere not shit at the end of it. I’m not holding my breath.

But we are probably better off with a clear Tory majority than a very small one. And there’s another reason to think that the Conservatives having won the number of seats they have, and the kind of seats those are, points to another interesting silver lining. Because what comes next?

You are what you eat

On a few occasions throughout the night, pundits mentioned the fact that a large majority might actually result in a softer Brexit. This is because the party is no longer hostage to the loathsome charlatans of the far-right ERG, meaning Boris is able to get a deal through without having to pander to their insane Rule Britannia delusions.

And there may well be some truth to that. Certainly, if Boris has made a manifesto promise to get the trade agreement sorted by the end of 2020, moving more towards a softer Brexit would be a credible option. Do I believe he will feel the need to keep his promises? No. But I do believe he’s a raging narcissist who will desperately want to win re-election and that means holding on to the newly-won seats.

This result looks to be a paradigm shift in the British political landscape. I think that’s probably the case and hope that the relevant parties react accordingly. But what many in the Conservative movement – the party and their core voters – are going to gradually realise is that while they’ve changed the electoral map of the UK, in doing so it has also changed them. The abyss stares back etc.

So no, Boris is no longer at the mercy of the unpleasant and unsound of mind; Bill Cash can go back to just being a horrible, decomposing scowl with bones in it on the back bench. Mark Gino Francois can go back to thumping his chest about this one time he was in the Reserves 20 years ago, sticking it to The Hun in Iraq as part of an operation to save an orphanage full of oil. No; now Boris is at the mercy of communities whose party allegiance has changed – for now – but whose needs and dreams have not.

What the Tories may find they’ve just done is drag themselves back to the centre. At least, if they don’t want this to be a one-time swing. So I would not be at all surprised if things suddenly go all New Labour, policy-wise. Could Boris just keep tacking to the right? Yeah, I suppose so. But has he ever really come across as a committed ideologue about anything, let alone things that are going to make his life very difficult, such as a no-deal Brexit would? No.

Boris is an opportunist; he says what is expedient at the time and then goes on to do whatever he was going to do anyway. It’s one of the reasons I think he’s an awful person. But that sword has two very sharp edges and the far right of the party may well find him walking back from positions that are exactly those they’d cheered him on over.

And to keep the vote he has won, to do the things he wants to do and feed his ego in the way he so clearly needs it fed, those constituencies will expect jobs. They will expect significant investment, the building of new hospitals and reinvigoration of old ones, and better schools to give their children better prospects than they’ve had themselves. If they aren’t delivered those things, they are likely to go back to voting red the moment someone vaguely appealing is back in control of the Labour party.

And, in fairness: if they are delivered those things, in a way which works, then well done Boris. Dubious doesn’t even begin to cover my thoughts on that, but I’ll lay my cards on the table right now and say if he somehow manages it, he’ll deserve the credit. But even if he doesn’t manage it, he will at least need to be seen to try. And that is what is going to leave a lot of traditional, right-leaning Tories feeling betrayed.

Speaking of feeling betrayed, there’s another piece, too large to cover here, about what happened for Labour and the Liberal Democrats, as well as what comes next. But in terms of what we see immediately from the Conservatives, I think it’ll be all about hitting that end of January deadline and then using the threat of an aggressive Trump trade agreement as a stick to batter the EU with to give us what will be a slightly softened Brexit trade agreement in exchange for some trophy concessions.

 

 

 

 

All F*ck’DUP

Fame is fickle. One minute, you’re the talk of the town; the next, you’re Z-list trash who should be grateful for a faceful of spit. For the DUP, it was both. But dreadfulness giveth, dreadfulness taketh away, and their time in the limelight quickly passed.

For a long time they were seen by the majority of the UK as little more than political bogeymen, something scary in the woods. Northern Ireland in general is seen by many on the mainland through a lens of unsettling mystique. Near, but also alien, removed from the comforts of modern life. Like the sounds from the wood – what is that creature that communicates through harrowing, tortured yowls that sound almost like speech. A bear, perhaps?

We may never know. Because like a bear, Northern Ireland is still thought of as quite a dangerous place. For starters, everyone there seems to exist at a baseline level of anger that people from places like Surrey see as a berserk rage. This probably isn’t helped by an accent that sounds like large, leathery hands slowly putting down a pint glass and tensing. It has a kind of malevolent zen to it.

All of which is really just a matter of impression; in my experience, the inhabitants of Northern Ireland are no less friendly than anyone else from anywhere else in the UK. But within that unfair, broad-brush fiction, there’s a dark, unpleasant kernel of truth. The Troubles are nowhere near far enough in the past to be forgotten. Nor are the events that led to them. These are not to be belittled, simplified into black and white, or mistaken for something that is and could only ever exist firmly in the past.

Shit Still Happens

Bleeding out from that background of bloodshed and division, which so much of the county has worked so hard and forgiven so much to put behind them, seeps the DUP. A reminder that there is more to a bear than fur and a charming love for honey – there are other things they do in the woods, too. Things that are much less wholesome. The bear has an anus.

Under May’s overwhelming display of Strength and Stability, the DUP did very well. Suddenly not just a big thing across the Irish Sea, but a household name in the rest of the union. They got a pile of cash and sent to the Gordon Brown School of Smiling Like You’re Touching Cloth. In exchange for which, they propped up a deal that was almost identical to a deal to which they’re now (only metaphorically, so far) violently opposed.

This fall from grace means their manifesto isn’t getting the attention it deserves this time around. They’re back to being some nasty little trolls somewhere across some water. After centuries of imperial strategy that was just us sending our most repellent, fascistic pious types somewhere inhospitable in the hope they’d either claim it in our name or die (preferably both, in that order), this isn’t newsworthy. But, with the election just days away, I thought it important to share some of their key policy positions.

Disagreeing With Everything

This is the crux of all other DUP policy and always has been. There is no policy so sane that the DUP won’t disagree with it. No position so unreasonable that they won’t adopt it. But that doesn’t mean they’re dogmatic – far from it! Should that position look like winning popular support or – even worse – to have actually been fairly reasonable after all, they will abandon it in a flash.

This extends itself into their wider policy positions. Rabidly conservative big-family Catholics, riddled with homophobic, misogynistic thinking, they have tightly aligned themselves with the increasingly irreligious promoters of marriage equality in mainland Britain, where the population would be shrinking if we weren’t importing people to work for a pittance caring for a population of elderly racists. And with a local economy heavily dependent on subsidies, grants and planning initiatives driven by central government, the DUP are obviously against being part of the EU.

See If Maybe There’s More Free Money

Naturally following from that last point, Arlene Foster’s time leading the party has already seen them blackmail the UK government into giving them a 10-figure handout. The problem is, that money won’t last very long because children are expensive and Foster is reportedly eating between eighteen and twenty-six of them a day.

This means they now need to pretend to be strongly opposed a deal they were previously supportive of. In this way, Boris Johnson will be forced to give them even more free money to cover the next year or two. Meanwhile, freed of oppressive European-based Human Rights, the Feeding Nurseries can be brought back online.

It is worth noting that this is not the most obviously stupid money-spinning scheme in recent Northern Irish history. A few years ago, there was a green energy initiative whereby people could claim £1.60 in subsidies for every £1 of wood pellets they burned. Not for anything; you got paid just so long as you burned them. The author of this fantastically moronic policy – some A Foster who is clearly too much of an imbecile to ever reach a position of real power – managed to ‘lose’ half a billion in public money before something was done about it.

Just as a reminder: these are the same people who think they’re better placed to manage the Northern Irish economy than a bunch of “European bureaucrats”. With degrees in economics and decades of experience running the largest and most complex financial market in the world. Yeah.

Being So Awful That Everyone Misses Ian Paisley

It’s unclear why this is a policy, but it certainly seems to be.

The Past Was Better

One of the things the DUP disagree with most vehemently is progress. The past was so clearly superior – a position I’m sure most people who lived in Belfast through the 1970s and 80s would share – that we should do everything possible to go back to it. Not only that, but also everything impossible, too: DUP researchers are working on ways to reverse entropy, so they can literally wind the universe back to a heyday of people firebombing children in the street.

Similarly, gay people and women should get back in their respective boxes. Treating people like independently valuable moral entities, equally deserving of rights and respect, has been a disaster. Too much buying lip salve and not enough time being beaten straight in your teens by the same priest who monstrously abused you in primary school. If people aren’t divided and oppressed, how are talentless, hate-filled parasites supposed to gain a foothold from which to fritter away taxes on blatant vote-buying local investment projects?

Being Eaten By Rats

As a logical follow-on from how the DUP leadership see the world, it was proposed that they run on a ticket of everyone being eaten alive by rats. After initial objections that it sounded a bit soft, it gained quite a bit of traction by dint of being inhuman and awful in every respect and also addressing unemployment. But at the last minute it was found out that some of the rats were unmarried pregnant lesbians. Feeding them might be mistaken for endorsing their lifestyle choices and the policy was pulled. There are rumours of another go at it with locusts in 2024, but by that point we may be eating them as our primary source of protein.

Tory not Tory

Today, I was kindly introduced to a thought piece about how the Tories could win back the vote of people under 40. Or, in the  hilariously telling vernacular of Conservative intelligentsia: the young.

It’s an interesting piece, not least because it does rightly identify several of the more egregious failings of Tory politics from the perspective of us wee babbers who haven’t even hit retirement age yet. But also because, after a little picking around the edges, it’s a case-study in blind faith and brand loyalty.

The headline is, essentially, the Tories can win back young voters if they can just do two things:

  1. Stop being Tories.
  2. Convince other sizeable Tory-voting demographics to accept what will be wildly unpopular reforms.

This highlights perfectly the kind of paradoxical thinking that the party seem blind do. That is, if you try to promise everything to everyone, you will end up lying to at least some of them and pissing them right off. It’s not particularly new or unexpected thinking, although I do find it odd that they think it is; it’s just another rebrand of the same old schtick. For example: Compassionate Conservatism.

Back then, it was reconciling bastards with the victims of bastards. Since then, the battle lines have changed so that we now have two alliances of opportunity.

In the blue corner, it’s old people, rich people, people who own multiple properties, the more unpleasant section of the penis-owning part of the population, and people who want other people to work for them as little as possible. These are, whether you like it or not, pretty much Tory core voters. They have no problem with the existence – enablement, even – of dessicated sacks of moral effluent like Christopher Chope. They’ve got quite a lot already and would like to turn it into even more. Some of which their children will be able to prise from their cold dead hands, should they in fact get around to dying while there’s anything worth left prising from them or anyone left above sea level to prise it.

In the, well… in all the other corners, we have young people, poor people, people who don’t own any property, the more modern section of the penis-owning part of the population, the majority of the vagina-owning part of the population who aren’t suffering socio-economic Stockholm Syndrome, and people who want to work for someone else in a way which allows them both dignity and financial sustainability. These are the people the Tories need to win the vote from and, while it might seem like young people are only one of these groups, it’s actually a demographic with a disproportionate amount of overlap with the others.

Anyway, that’s enough of the high-level stuff. What about the nuts and bolts? Let’s get down in the weeds and look at the ingenious plans for making up down. Or, indeed, making right left.

Idea 1: Guaranteed Home Ownership

In some shocking news that nobody had ever highlighted as perhaps being a problem and which therefore could not have possibly been foreseen, an unregulated housing market hasn’t worked out all that fairly. The banks, landlords and construction firms have done fucking fabulously, so on the surface of things it has been a raging success. However, it turns out that if one winds down the window of one’s limo when out cruising the boroughs, it hasn’t been quite so well-received by the proles.

Labour – typically – want to solve it by putting in place rent controls and taxing ultra-rich landlords who make money for doing nothing more than morbidly wallowing in tubs of liquefied cash. This is obviously raging socialism of the worst kind and therefore something no Tory would ever want anything to do with. Nevermind the fact that notorious Communist enclaves such as New York have rent controls, nor the fact that rental-generated economic activity isn’t good GDP in any sense, merely the shuffling of bank notes from one pile to the other without the creation of any value in the process.

Thankfully, there’s an entirely non-pinko way of solving the issue. What is being proposed is some good old neo-liberal not-for-profit cooperatives. These groups of working people will gather together their collective buying-power to purchase land, which they will then take out to tender to enthusiastic construction companies who’ll totally bid each other down to build affordable homes at far below current market rates and in such a way as will completely undermine their other business ventures by dropping the average cost of home ownership by a very substantial margin. This is neither socialism, regulation, nor obviously and profoundly fucking stupid if you stop to think about it for more than 3 seconds and have the slightest understanding of how an economy works.

So, idea one summary: taking an idea that is socialism when anyone else does it, making it shitter, and spending a few years wondering why the construction companies just don’t bid on those tenders.

Idea 2: Become the party of women “again”

There are two things of note here. One should have been covered sufficiently by my cunning use of scare-quotes in the section header. The other is that they have so little in the way of ideas here that it also covers homelessness and the belief that free speech = being able to say whatever you want and not find yourself unwelcome in certain places for doing so.

As a sort of bonus 3rd point, coming straight off the back of talking about how to win back those sub-40s whippersnappers, they talk about “millennial snowflakes”. Perhaps I could write to them about becoming the party of self-awareness “again”? It seems like it’d be a perfect fit for this innovative manifesto of whatever the brain equivalent of bacterial vaginosis is.

Idea 3: Don’t make the young pay for the old

This seems to have a couple of key points. First is that young people shouldn’t expect the state to stump up the money that old people have been paying it for decades in the form of National Insurance and Income Tax if they want to inherit some of the money those old people had left over after paying for those things. Before moving on to the other points, I’d just like to simplify this for clarity: we should make it clear to young people that they don’t have to pay for old people by making them pay for old people out of money they haven’t even received yet.

This is genius. It is also not at all like the creeping socialism of taxing people to pay for welfare and public services out of money before they receive it.

Anyway, second is the idea that young people should be expected to give up the kind of personal freedom to fly the nest and live their own lives. Now, many decent people would look after an aging relative if they were able; that is great and I am in no way knocking it. But as a means of showing that Tories don’t see old people as a burden for young people to shoulder literally until the old people drop dead, insisting that they do exactly that if they want to see any meaningful inheritance is a funny one. Not Haha Funny; the other sort.

If only there were some sort of system whereby those old people could have paid vast sums of money into the state, so that later in life there was some sort of provision for taking care of them without expecting subsequent generations to foot the bill. Like homes where people could be cared for. A system where people’s wellness was… fared for? I don’t know. Just spitballing.

Idea 4: Rescue our towns

Finally, we get to an authentically Conservative policy other than “show young people we like them by rebranding the way we fuck them”: bloody-mindedly fight progress. Bursaries for people who want to start a local high street business! Incentives for people who do-up knackered old shop fronts!

How about we instead accept that the small-town high street is dead? There is no viable reverting to a pre-ecommerce world, nor would it be desirable to do so even if there were. But there are ways we could give young entrepreneurs a helping hand in starting up modern digital businesses, with a global reach and therefore potential to bring more value into the economy rather than just recirculating it and calling it growth.

We could also return some character and community to towns by regulating large corporates such as Tesco and Asda, leaving competitive space for local shops. They’ll still be up against online shopping, but at least they won’t be taking it from both ends while they try and make a fist of it. I can’t work out whether that is poor phrasing or inspired metaphor.

More importantly, preventing the big breweries from buying up all the spots for pubs, forcing generic market research line-of-best-fit family gastropubs onto every corner would be pretty good. We might see a return of pubs with character and community, rather than identi-kit seating areas around which you can sullenly sip dull beer.

Idea 5: Bring down the barriers

Be less racist, do something about uncrossable class divisions, invest in public services and state education funding. I don’t think I need to go into why this won’t be popular with the existing Tory core vote, in light of the undue control over the party currently wielded by the ERG crowd.

Idea 6: Help students out of debt

By cutting the interest on loans. Now, colour me stupid, but I’m pretty sure that was the situation for a long time and those rates have consistently gone up under the Tories. In fact, they have not only gone up, but been aggressively defended under the auspices of austerity and since being sold on to private interests who pretty much by definition want to make as much money as possible out of them.

I can only interpret this as a call for greater public funding for education and re-nationalisation of the higher education funding sector. Great ideas, I fully support them. But as the author quite clearly states, it’s really only a halfway house of undoing past Tory policy in a move towards what’s already Labour policy.

Idea 7: Tackle the gig economy

Another openly Labour-inspired idea: stop companies taking the piss with zero-hours contracts that allow them to avoid all the obligations we as a society have spent decades fighting to put in place.

But it’s a very hand-wavy reference to a major problem, ignoring the fact that anti-competitive regulations alone won’t fix it and that there’s a really simple solution that will. That is banning zero hours contracts entirely and forcing all companies to provide all employees with the same rights. Even – and this is where the idea will struggle to gain traction with Tory donors – if it means those companies don’t make as much money, reducing their market cap and making them less desirable to private equity investors.

Idea 8: Save the cost of tuition fees

If less people go to university to better themselves and their opportunities in life, less people will have to pay back astronomical sums of money that previous generations somehow magically didn’t have to pay! Inspired.

The fact that there is even the slightest flicker of hope this will be seen as preferable to the quickly-identified objection of “how come the boomers could get it for free but we can’t even get it for cheap?” is the same kind of damning insight into the mentality behind all this as the implication the youth vote is anyone under the age of 40.

Which (thank god) brings us to the end of the piece. I’ve gone on far longer than I expected or hoped to, so I’m not going to waste too much on final thoughts. I think I’ve pretty much covered most of it already. The truth of the matter is we don’t just have a problem with young people, but a rising problem with middle-aged people as well. There’s some desperate flailing around to find ways to pay for the stuff that’s needed to address this, but they all seem to come back to “young people, only let’s not call it that”.

Cynically – but I suspect accurately – I think this is because the alternative is raising taxes, investing more in society from the ground up, and making corporations pay more back into the very same communities as they’re growing immensely fat and privileged off. Which I think should speak volumes about which of the two groups will be expected to take the hit when the inevitable “sorry, we promised everything to everyone again and it turns out that still isn’t possible” moment arrives. Hint: it won’t be the blue corner.

The Season of Lies and Ill Will to All Men

As usual, pre-election despair has left me simultaneously wanting to write and feeling too miserable at the likely outcomes to bring myself to do so. I have half-written some party-overview stuff, but having stepped back from the campaigns for a moment and considered the meta-debate, I’ve realised they’re useless. People are either making promises they can’t keep or lying through their teeth about things they’d have no intention of keeping even if they were able to. Party platforms are therefore, broadly speaking, one of three things: lies, fantasy, or complete insanity.

For example…

George Orwell’s 1922

The Tory campaign has been especially – irredeemably, I would argue – vile and underhand. Regardless of anyone’s political views, the party should be shunned purely on a moral basis. Between pretending to be a fact-checking service during the first debate and dodging any sort of meaningful scrutiny of the Prime Minister, their disregard for decency and truth is all-encompassing. There’s no need to read the manifesto; their actions speak to the underlying truth that they will lie, cheat and bully to whatever degree they feel necessary to win. So why read a manifesto when:

  1. Everything in it is entirely subject to change and is probably just a lie anyway, since there’s no reason for it not to be a lie.
  2. The message of adopting this strategy is an expansion on Boris’ notorious “fuck business” platform; it is now a general “fuck democracy”, with a more specific “fuck you” strongly implied as a part of that. We should all know where we stand with that.

It has been lie after lie after lie. Not subjective misinterpretation of a set of facts; just lies. Outright, shameless lies. You don’t believe them, do you? After all this? Please? And if you do, then I really, truly want to know what you would consider persuasive evidence that would convince you otherwise. Boris turning up at your house to personally gaslight you while he steals all your ornaments and shits in your fridge?

NHS? Not on the table. Except we now know it is, thanks to leaked documents showing that to be the case. The response from Tory HQ? Nothing to see here. We have always been at war with Eurasia.

And why would they be lying so shamelessly, avoiding scrutiny so determinedly, if they were on the side of the people? Because they don’t care about us. They don’t think our opinions matter, they don’t feel accountable for whatever blatant lies they feel will be useful on any given day, and they don’t want our measly interests – healthcare, economic stability, education, basic human decency – to get in the way of them staying in power to do whatever the hell they want.

And all this despite having the indisputable, well-evidenced backing of a state media outlet in the form of the BBC – in addition to the wealthy autocrats behind the likes of The Mail and other right-wing propaganda factories. Even with that innate advantage, they still feel the need to act exactly like something out of a book which is the byword for a dystopian society where the voters don’t matter, truth doesn’t matter, and compassion and integrity are seen as weaknesses to be exploited.

This sociopathic approach to politics and the electorate should scare everyone for one reason if no other: if it works, it will be the new normal. All future elections will be fought on such terms. Who says what will become irrelevant in determining how to vote, because we won’t be able to rely on any of it being even distantly related to the truth. You can still go and cast a vote, but it will be meaningless because you will have no way of knowing what you are really voting for.

Regardless of Brexit, the economy, the NHS or anything else, a vote for the Conservatives is a vote for Orwellian politics becoming the norm in this country. That’s not hyperbole or opinion; it’s an entirely reasonable and well-evidenced conclusion, verging on being a brute fact. It is what their actions have said with far greater volume and clarity than their words ever could.

Fortunately, the other parties have been all over this and won’t let it happen.

Make surrender, not war

Hahaha, only kidding! Corbyn wasted the first televised debate by failing to take any of a number of huge, clearly signposted opportunities to demolish the Prime Minister. I mean, it is once again looking like I’m going to have to vote for him, but it’s hard to imagine a more strategically inept, argumentatively flaccid opposition leader.

Yes, he seems like a nice guy who cares about people and likes making and sharing jam. That’s good – I don’t want to undersell how good, because goodness in general is woefully absent from our politics these days – but it isn’t useful. Unflinchingly challenging lies when they’re made right in front of you is useful. Accepting that whether you want it to be or not, the centreground is where this election can be won or lost is useful. Being a bit like someone’s much-loved grandparent is not.

Labour will not lose this election because of their policies. That might sound contrary to a lot of the professional commentary at the moment, but I stand by it. If they lose this election, it will be because they have failed to take the fight to a Tory party that is so vulnerable that even a half-hearted thump would likely inflict a mortal wound on it and drive the polls in Labour’s favour. But for some reason, they seem reluctant to do that. And I can’t understand why.

But, as I said, on the basis of the above (e.g. Tories literally resorting to an Orwellian nightmare war on truth) and the below (uuuurgh), I am still probably going to vote Labour at this point. Forget Brexit. Forget tax rates. Forget the fact that it risks setting my own slow crawl towards financial stability back several years more. Because this is now a case of whatever is my best option for stopping our country becoming a shitter, poorer version of Trump’s America will get my vote. And unfortunately that means Corbyn. I just hope he wins a small majority and the whackier, more 70s student-event-hosted-by-Scargill policies get quickly dropped as unpassable.

Iiiiiiit’s… Jo Swinson’s Flying Circus

I am trying to not take this one personally. No sooner had I joined the Liberal Democrats than they switched to an innovative “lose as much credibility as possible” election strategy. First were the dishonest polling graphics. Maybe the sign of a suddenly fattened membership, with new joiners getting a bit carried away trying to be clever, I thought.

Then there was the strangely creepy presidential-style campaign, complete with police-state-esque re-education bus and awkward photo ops. A new party leader trying to catch up with the level of household recognition the competition have had several years to establish, maybe?

Along with this was a self-defeating refusal to work with anyone, the so-simplistic-it-fails position on Brexit… been burnt by coalitions, people feeling Labour’s position is either unclear or a bit mealy-mouthed, etc.

It all just looks a bit like a campaign that has been copy-pasted at random from the output of various focus groups. Does Jo Swinson need to be a household name, on the basis there is no chance of her actually becoming Prime Minister in two weeks time? Do the kind of people likely to vote Lib Dem voters want a US-style campaign? Are we never to see a coalition again, just because they did it once and buggered it up? And, most importantly, isn’t a unilateral withdrawal of Article 50 horribly undemocratic and going to really upset a lot of people?

To top it all off, it seems they’ve now embarked on a full-blown descent into the absurd; doctored emails, more misleadingly-designed campaign literature, and party members campaigning on the basis that it is okay to vote for them because they’ll never be in a position to carry out any of their manifesto promises anyway. They’ve somehow combined the worst aspects of the Tory campaign with the worst aspects of Labour’s godawful leadership model and then doused it all in very powerful hallucinogens.

All they needed to do was be not shit. By being fair and honest, sticking to the political centre, defending the NHS, and promising unequivocally to do whatever was necessary (including coalition) to ensure a 2nd referendum or customs union, they’d have picked up a lot of votes. Instead, I’m now actively discouraging people from voting for a party I’ve just recently paid money to join.

Centre voters have very few options at the moment, meaning they’re easily courted by anyone vaguely appealing. But the Lib Dems seem determined to make sure that isn’t them. Swinson’s campaign has been so bafflingly incompetent on every level that it almost seems intentional. At this point, I suspect they’ve turned a safe route to a best-ever result into a brutal drubbing that will sideline them for another decade.

So, in summary, I really hope the polls are all very wrong because if not, this country is going to be raped and pillaged in a frenzy of deregulation, privilege and lies. It might honestly be time to emigrate, because I absolutely do not want to be a part of what this is all becoming.