Hell is other voters

Weirdly, I feel less broken by this result than by the Australian one earlier this year. I'm obviously feeling upset and angry, but there's a kind of clarity in the scale of the defeat: a confirmation that yes, communities like mine in England — young, multicultural, relatively prosperous cities and university towns — are isolated pockets of light amid a dystopia of deprivation, xenophobia and darkness.

( Ramblings, copied from Facebook, written on only two hours' sleep this morning )

We must build the Republic of Heaven where we are: and if 'where we are' is geographically tiny, relatively densely populated cities — and the international online communities which link them — rather than an entire geopolitical entity, so be it. I'm done with the hand-wringing on the centre-left, the endless demands to contort ourselves accommodating the 'legitimate concerns' of a pack of ageing, frightened racists who are convinced that migrants and/or the EU have caused the effects of austerity, rather than the governments responsible. Those voters are gone, and they're not coming back. If we want to govern again, we will have to find new voters elsewhere.