Where Is The Labour Party?

I come from a working class background (this is not an apology or me trying to be cool – it is a fact). My paternal lineage goes back to the coal mines at Kiverton Park and my maternal lineage goes back to the car manufacturing industry in Birmingham (Austin). My uncle was  a communist (maybe)  a  defender of socialism.

 Where is Socialism now?

 The cynical, vote begging polices disrespect the memory and achievments of socialism and the (real) Labour Party. The white working class have been forgotten in the clamber for the ‘clean handed’ vote – thank God it has backfired with the new middle-classes turning their backs on the devils wearing the red rose.  It has taken 10 years for them to show their true colours (a muddy [Gordon] Brown – a mixture of every colour and policy with no true depth or clarity) traitors to my forefathers and my heritage.

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About peter

'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.