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On Larry Alan Busk’s Democracy in Spite of the Demos
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On Larry Alan Busk’s Democracy in Spite of the Demos
Lee Anderson doesn’t want a solution—he wants a stage, and the small boats crisis is just the latest prop in Britain’s long-running theatre of cruelty
Starmer’s weapons pipeline is less about deterring war and more about embedding militarism into the heart of Britain’s economic model.
Ryan’s Second Strike is a taut, post-Brexit techno-thriller in which privatised warfare meets Cold War ghosts, and the real enemy is the story you’re told to believe.
Geoff Dyer’s Homework shows childhood not as innocence, but as class training—plastic toys, unwritten rules, and a welfare state already fraying at the edges.
Britain doesn’t need a softer Starmer or a greener liberalism—it needs a new party of revolutionary ecosocialism, built by those brave enough to walk out and fight for class power, not manage its decline.
Warfare looks and sounds like war, but says nothing about it. Iraqis are reduced to bullet magnets, the mission is never named, and behind the realism lies a vacuum: of politics, of purpose, of meaning.
The $142 billion arms deal between the US and Saudi Arabia marks a new age of Middle Eastern politics where diplomacy is replaced by deals and foreign policy becomes a real estate pitch.
On Detained: A Boy’s Journal of Survival and Resilience by D. Esperanza and Gerardo Iván Morales (Simon & Schuster, 2024)
The AI revolution isn’t ushering in a working-class revival. It’s dragging the middle class into the same precarity the rest of us have always lived with.
We were told this was a war for hearts and minds, but what we gave them was a bullet to the head, or a slit throat, and a culture of impunity that stretched from the killing fields of Helmand to the corridors of Whitehall.
In Response to Jeevun Sandher’s “Radical Outsiders” Framework
A Polemic on Labour’s Immigration Turn
The Second World War, as Scorched Earth recounts it, was colonial in its origins, genocidal in its prosecution, and imperial in its aftermath.
Tupac Shakur’s life cannot be understood without understanding the United States as a racial-capitalist empire.
The fascist right can’t decide if the country is bursting at the seams or facing demographic collapse. One minute it’s “no more room”, the next it’s “have more babies”. Strip away the rhetoric, and the truth is clear: this isn’t about numbers. It’s about race and it always has been.