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BEATS OF LOVE 

159. Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' by Michael Jackson

IT'S EASY to clap when your political beliefs aren't being challenged. Such was the case last night when Jeremy Corbyn came into town. Outlining the vision of his future party as yet unnamed.

Likening himself in this moment to Keir Hardie, who had to break away from the liberals, added a touch of gravitas to an otherwise confusing political pitch. How, with no name, no leadership personnel, no trade union support and no print press interest, the animated man beside me expects Corbyn to win the 2029 election is anyone's guess. 

Everyday Farage's reform party is pulling away in the polls with anti-immigration spin. Yet more people now see capitalism as sacrificial economics, and it's no surprise to see a very confident former hedge fund manager faking salt of the earth appeal to distract from the fact. Demanding that people turn away from economic truth to explain loss by insisting that immigration has failed society and not this sacrificial economics. And turn away from social reality to explain justice by insisting we are inherently different when the opposite is true. These stories radicalise the dreamer, who is typically an impoverished, white, working-class individual. 

Outside the hall were small-town activists, labelling such dreamers fascist with an air of self righteousness, but Corbyn, if he's to become a political threat, will have to find some charm and wake them up. Convincing them they're the victims of manipulation. 

Sadly, it will probably take a demonstration of Farage's chicanery in power to accomplish that.