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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 Jermey Corbyn came into town to outline the vision of his future party. Likening himself in this moment to Kier Hardie, who had to break away from the liberals, added a touch of gravitas to an over-wise, confusing enterprise. 

How, with no name, no leadership personnel, no trade union support and no print press interest, the guy next to me expects him to win the 2029 election, is anyone's guess. Everyday Reform is pulling away with an anti-immigration spin. Once again, their acolytes I speak to get their facts wrong. Telling me half a million illegal asylum seekers is too many. I have to correct them and say 40,000 tops. The half million work here legally. 

His mass deportation plans hinge on finding an estimated number of illegal migrants. He's very confident that the number is also over half a million. He's also very confident his top team aren't racists, but more than any other politician has to sack a load for being just that. More people now see that capitalism is a death cult, and it's no surprise to see a very confident former hedge fund manager masquerading as an everyman to distract from the fact. 

Demanding that people turn away from economic truth to explain loss and social reality to explain justice and instead believe in something that radicalizes the dreamer in them. Them nearly always being white, working class and poor. Outside were small-town activists labelling those dreamers fascist with an air of self righteousness, but Corbyn, if he's to become a political threat, will have to wake them up. Convincing them they're both brainwashed and wrong.

Sadly, he'll probably need Farage in office to achieve that. And challenge our political beliefs and his staunch humanitarianism.