A more than modest proposal. The thoughts about Mogg-Gate no one wanted to hear.
How did 4 anarchists manage to cause such uproar amongst the whole of our political, religious, and chattering classes? They protested outside Jacob Rees-Moggs home in Westminster, one of them was dressed as a floppy penis, another as Reese-Mogg himself, a third as the demure servant of the Rees-Moggs ‘Nanny’ and the fourth Ian Bone, a lifelong provocateur, satirist, and all round piss taker. The Westminster bubble almost burst itself through red faced indignation, how disgraceful cried Labour’s Stella Creasy, as the Labour moderates tried to pin this on Jeremy Corbyn, ‘this is what Corbyn’s mob looks like’ said another tabloid journalist failing to grasp the complexities of the key principle of anarchism ‘no gods, no masters’, and definitely no sandal wearing Islington geography teacher types that lead the Labour Party. While at the same time showing his inability to count, there were 4 anarchists, and by the time all of the Rees-Moggs had come outside to look at the proles there was at least 6 Moggs. This included Nanny, the object of the protest, Class War thought Nanny might want to join a trade union to enhance her pay and conditions and form solidarity with all the other Nannys residing with the rich and shameless, but sadly not, as Jacob Rees-Mogg answered Mr Bone’s question directed at Nanny, that ‘Nanny would not like to join a trade union’. The accusation that Ian Bone abused Jacob-Rees-Mogg’s children is a gross exaggeration, he addressed the next generation of Moggs in waiting – who had been purposefully brought out to continue their training as students of the ruling class causing misery and poverty onto their peers in the lower orders that ‘no one likes your Daddy’. This was at best factually incorrect, it seems that hundreds of thousands of people like Mr Mogg, a large amount of them with #FreeTommy on their social media profile. Satire, the right to offend, and the right to make ludicrous political capital from your opponent is as old as parliament itself, and has long and tightly connected roots within working class communities. Class War and Ian Bone are connected to those roots, from the Hecklers, to the Ranters, to Music Hall, the great Frank Randall of Salford making a career of being offensive especially to the Lancashire Constabulary and the working class loved him, and the offence he caused those in power. Hogarth’s caricatures were and still are obscene and truly offensive, and Jonathan Swift’s ‘A Modest Proposal’ a macabre and frightening look into the depths of political satire. Can I suggest a modest proposal of my own, both left and right spectrums of our political scenery have lost the plot, I would rather have Ian Bone waving his stick with humour and comedy at our ridiculous political system that is not fit for purpose in the 21st century, than the march of the Football Lads Alliance with the likes of the new left bourgeoisie and the Socialist Worker Party smugly tweeting ‘fascist’ from their sold off, sold out gentrified council houses in Hackney, and Peckham.
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