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A canvasser for Labour came today
and asked if I’d like to raise any
local issues. I took his pamphlet,
told him no, and he asked whom I’d
be voting for. Probably not Labour,
I said. He thanked me and walked away.
That’s the problem with the left,
I thought as a leftist myself. It doesn’t
care why anymore, and it’s not even left,
just in the middle as Rome burns,
turning up its nose at voters they’d have
to convince. At least if they’re poor.
But maybe it was just that it was 03:00PM,
and my pyjama bottoms had holes in them.
and asked if I’d like to raise any
local issues. I took his pamphlet,
told him no, and he asked whom I’d
be voting for. Probably not Labour,
I said. He thanked me and walked away.
That’s the problem with the left,
I thought as a leftist myself. It doesn’t
care why anymore, and it’s not even left,
just in the middle as Rome burns,
turning up its nose at voters they’d have
to convince. At least if they’re poor.
But maybe it was just that it was 03:00PM,
and my pyjama bottoms had holes in them.
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