Party Pooping

IMAGINE being invited to a party simply to prepare the food, provide the drinks, greet the guests and perhaps even generate the initial atmosphere; all prior to being turfed-out into the street like a common stranger. Without the preliminary efforts of this tragically discarded soul, it would have been impossible to attract the requisite number of revellers or to provide the appropriate soundtrack for the celebrity DJs who, enigmatic as ever, arrive predictably later in the evening.

One would, understandably, feel exploited and undervalued and this is precisely how our friends on the Left are going to feel once their accelerationist efforts have cleared the way for the next socio-economic revolution in the way that the Bolsheviks of 1917 eradicated the old Russian nobility in order to transform the country's stubborn feudal system into a new era of capitalist industrialisation. The Greta Thunbergs, Extinction Rebellions and Antifas of this world are no different to the carefully nurtured Marxist-Leninists who travelled on the famous sealed train that Kaiser Wilhelm II conveniently allowed to pass through the borders of Imperial Germany on their way to exterminate his royal cousins in Moscow.

The poor, unsuspecting fools of today have each been invited to the latest jolly convocation with open arms but are nonetheless destined to be shown the door when their embryonic purpose has been fulfilled. And yet they truly believe that the shadowy hosts of this little gathering, such as it is, will allow them to sit in the corner like a group of pontificating merrymakers who, stuffed to the eyeballs with cheap wine and stale twiglets, somehow retain their original role as life and soul of the party.