Or, one man’s journey into sectarianism:
We’ve all been there, it’s a wet Saturday morning, you drag yourself into the city centre to part with some of your meagre funds, fighting your way through the throngs of shoppers, teenagers, stressed out parents, and there they stand, the radical lefties. Thrusting their ‘radical’ left wing politics at you, asking for your name on their petition, stopping you with loaded questions such as ‘Do you think the National Health Service needs more funds?’ or ‘Do you agree with the governments policy on immigration’ and then pulling you into a debate they are quite sure they are going to wipe the floor with you in. You are finally presented with the party paper to purchase for your greater advancement at the measly sum of ٠.50, or another such price which at the time seems just a bit too much for a piece of paper packed with political headbanging, which you will glance at idly one afternoon and then use to line the cats litter box, or mop up a spilt cup of tea. Who are these people, why do they spend their Saturdays doing this? Well, opening the dusty closet door of my murky past I can now reveal some insights, for, yes, shame of shame, I WAS ONE OF THEM!!
The Revolutionairy Communist Party of which he talks no longer exists; they’re now the people behind Spiked Online, just as weird, but “left-libertarian”.