The first victim in any war is the truth.
And we are in a war. When one woman, a CEO of a gambling company, can earn in an hour more than I can in two years you know there is something very wrong. When foodbanks are increasing. When the cost of the pandemic will be paid by the poorest of us and the richest have just increased their wealth by over a £trillion. This is a war of the rich against the poor. The rich own our newspapers. They own our land. They own our government. They make our laws. They perpetuate their role with elitist schools. By exclusive mentoring.
This bubble won't burst. They have had centuries to perfect their defences. Watch them cover themselves in the flag. To equate their privilege with our country. They give us false enemies to fear.
There is a strong resistance to them. I don't know if it will be enough. I do know this is going to get very ugly.
When the dust begins to settle from the triple whammy of coronavirus, Brexit, and relentless robotic march of technology replacing jobs, we will need to see social reform on a scale as great as the two post-war eras - possibly greater. We Brits can take a lot of crap, but when we finally turn, it seems to happen almost without warning - and it leaves no room for doubt.