Scratch a liberal...

Quite a long article in the Guardian today, in the review section, amidst all the usual lifestyle folderol and stories about celebs masqueranding as serious items about social media abuse. Written by one Stuart Jeffries it is about the age of uncertainty and the dilemmas faced by the middle classes (at last, say I) encountering job uncertainty and political upheavals like Trumpism and Brexit. The latter is still seen as an area of uncertainty since the UK Government might not implement it or call for a second referendum,as some economists and lawyers have been arguing. 

It all rolls into one great neurosis, supplemented by some learned citations to Keats or sundry philosophers and lifestyle gurus.There is even a fashionable link to nuclear physics, but Heisenberg rather than Barad. One day,Jeffries might even encounter some of the debates about modernity in people like Beck.  It seems the bourgeoisie will just have to live with uncertainty, as they realize adanced capitalism will sweep them away too -- except they don't go that far. 

There are some heart warming stories about people who have left the metropolitan rat race to start successful yoghurt farms. The myth of primitive accumulation as an option still prevails. However, right in the middle of the piece is a classic snarl:

Even now I'm looking forward to a bowl of strawberries for tea [but] dismal reports reach me that  soft-fruit prices are set to rocket as a result of Brexit, as all those hard-working east-European pickers may well be heading home.There's an even worse possibility-- post-Brexit strawberries will be unharvested because our mimsy natives are too hungover, self-entitled and busy screenwalking [?] to have what it takes to fill the necessary punnets.

God forbid that anything should stand between Stuart and his cheap strawberries.We need 'hard-working' (exploited) east-Europeans because the natives are too feckless etc to do a backbreaking job for shit money, which is all they should expect. Of course, Stuart could always pick his own? Orgrow them?

I hope he never has cause to complain about the workmanship of his trainers made in the Phillipines by child labour.