Not a lot to report this year, except a fine weekend catching up with friends – and a big shout out to Les once again for the Wob kitchen.

On Saturday there was a short discussion to mark the centenary of the Russian Revolution, which Leninist-apologists continue to identify with the Bolshevik power-grab and its agonising consequences, rather than the bold experiments in workers’ self-management that flourished briefly between February and October 1917. These were part of a revolutionary current that developed spontaneously on every continent in the early years of the last century. It had no need of party games or secretive professional revolutionaries. Your first idea is usually the best one but people have an unfortunate tendency to identify with leaders, especially ones that seem to have come out of nowhere (but have actually been peddling the same ideas for years). Just as they grasp the need to take control of an intolerable situation, they hand it all over to someone else, who fucks it all up on their behalf.

That grim “oh Jeremy Corbyn” chant, just irritating at first, became quite uncomfortable as the weekend wore on. The dead flat intonation and utter mindlessness of it evokes zombie apocalypse more than Captain Swing, and the Maoist ‘revolutionary praxis’ group, with their ghastly pantheon of genocidal demagogues, served to remind us what happens when personality cults get out of hand.

On Sunday The Messiah beamed down and performed a Miracle. Just after 4 p.m. we were able to walk right up to the bar and get served straightaway. Cheers Jeremy!

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July 17, 2017

Categories: Anarchist, Antifa, Feminist, Tolpuddle . . Author: wessexsolidarity

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