The Evening Standard (which, since it became a free-sheet, is read daily by countless London commuters) has been on a crusade recently to consistently outdo itself by publishing ever more vitriolic condemnation of any group of workers who have the temerity to object to cuts.
Did anyone watch the Dispatches doc 'What's the point of the unions?'.
Up until two months ago, Tony Blair could do no wrong. He was the golden boy of the media, and you would have been hard pressed to find a word said against him in even the most right-wing newspapers.
The Evening Standard, The Sun and other right-wing rags were full this week of the ‘story’ that RMT General Secretary hurled abuse at Morecambe’s manager at a match with Dagenham and Redbridge.
Reading the lyrics of the rock band, Rage against the Machine, was probably my first real exposure to radical ideas. My 13 year old self would doubtless have viewed the victory of the band’s ‘Killing in the Name’ in a chart race for Christmas number one against manufactured karaoke drivel like the X Factor as a triumphant prelude to the imminent revolutionary destruction of capitalism. Assuming there still are some 13 year olds somewhere in Britain who feel the same today, I am happy for them.
A rolling wave of right-wing politics threatens to engulf Britain in the period immediately ahead. The first thing we have to do is tell ourselves the truth about it.
The BBC is preparing to invite British National Party leader Nick Griffin to appear on its Question Time programme. We should oppose Griffin speaking.
Predictably the daily newspapers, from London free sheets to “serious” national broadsheets, have portrayed the strike negatively and largely put across management's case (usually while trying to maintain a veneer of objectivity).
THESE ARE THE CLASS WAR DEAD
Stop in your tracks, you passer-by,
Uncover your doubting head;
The workingmen are on their way
To bury their murdered dead.