The taste and smell of 1989

We are watching the slow motion car crash of Westminster, it just smells and tastes like the events of 1989. Each night, I watched sixty years of opression unravelling on the TV, as Czechs, Germans, Poles, Lithuanians, Estonians etc just simply said no.

They were not lead by anybody, professional revolutionaries are usually far away from the action when the day finally comes, Lenin was not even in the country when Tsarist Russia finally imploded.

It is usually just naked anger from the public having had enough.

Brown/Clegg/Cameron have literallly days in which to stop this, by calling an election, but this has to be an election with the prospect of a new written Constitution (we had one in 1653, by the way), not just a change of one set of thieves for another set of thieves.

If they fail to act, then we have to, by gathering in London, Bristol, Glasgow and Manchester – it’s our country and we want it back from a mere 646 thieves.