Which of the two well-known lefty bloggers quoted below are more likely to retire plump and comfortable, enjoying finely-tailored suits and Havana cigars like their one-time leader?
1. Liam Mac Uaid? He describes himself as one of the editors of Socialist Resistance and is understood to be a still-loyal Respect member. He’s got a rather large bee in his bonnet about the Child Trust Fund, on the basis that wee bairns whose parents are given a £250 lump sum by the Government to invest on their behalf might take an interest in the money as it accumulates.
What sort of sick, money grubbing middle class weirdo thinks it’s either cute or good to get primary school aged kids acquainted with the really dull financial bit at the end of the news?
2. Or Richard Seymour of the Socialist Workers Party and once also of Respect, who displays an entirely different approach to primitive capital accumulation?
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[But] American readers have not been doing enough bulk-buying of my book. Now, bear in mind that I’ve been to New York and seen the kind of horseshit that they sell in Borders and so on. It is your duty to win the culture war against this vapidity, by purchasing at least ten copies of Liberal Defence and selling the surplus on steet corners.
The smart money’s obviously on the chubby Calvinist (having long since renounced Trotskyism and accepted the Capitalist Road) sweeping past his one-time comrade in an leather-seated executive saloon as the latter trudges home from the mini-market with a tin of spam and a single token for the electricity meter in the one remaining pocket of his threadbare coat.
Readers are encouraged to speculate on how long the obviously entreprenurial Seymour is going to continue hanging out with the socially-challenged losers in the SWP or to email nutritious recipes based around tinned meat to his one-time comrade.
