The Leftovers Collective

Are you hanging up your stockings on the wall? It’s not too early for that, don’t talk nonsense.  But we are approaching and end of the year 2020, so if you feel better for putting up your lights a bit early as some sort of token gesture of defiance against Covid-19, the government, that loser that spends their days trolling you on Twitter, or even Sir Keith Stalin, so do I.  2020 has been an odd year. Obviously it has been a year of devastating, tragic loss. But you know what else it has been a year of? I’ll give you some clues...  ‘Patriots’.... Churchill ... you must be getting close?  How about Bristol ... Nazi salutes ... Burberry baseball caps ...  Correct. Statues. 2020 has involved statues way too much for my liking.  Now most statues do serve a purpose, for every pigeon needs to have a poo, and I can understand putting up (I could’ve said erecting) a bronze sculpture to a heroic sporting figure, say Marcus Rashford, or a big lump of concrete dedicated to an ordinary human that

I’ve spent most of yesterday and this morning constructing this little rant. I wasn’t sure what to rant about, but then a meme of Bernie Sanders and Jeremy Corbyn came to mind. The meme says “In the new language of corporate power, when we call a candidate ‘unelectable’, we simply mean they cannot be bought.”   Ain’t that the truth? While both men are not identical in policy, they’re both on the left, and to the likes of Rupert Murdoch, they’re a threat. A threat to his power, and a threat to his wealth.  I mean seriously, can you imagine Jeremy Corbyn allowing Rupert Murdoch’s organisations to virtually get away with hacking the voicemails of sports stars, politicians, or missing children? Of course not. Leveson 2 would be well underway.  Can you imagine Bernie Sanders sitting down with the big global polluters and working out a favourable tax rate for them, while the average American has to work themselves into an early grave for $40,000 a year? I really don’t think so.  Both Corbyn