Britain, Glasgow anarchist communists federated - British Politics Gothic

Thatcher is dead. you saw them put her in the ground, you remember, you know. but you turn 
on bbc parliament and there she is, sitting between cameron and osborne. she turns to the 
camera and bares her teeth. it is not a smile. ---- you try to eat a bacon sandwich, but 
it falls from your hands. you spill a cup of tea down your front. your voice is different 
somehow. your brother-did you always have a brother?-no longer speaks to you. you look in 
the mirror and see dark hair and an awkward smile. you start to scream, but it is too 
late. ---- the queen is speaking, and you do not understand. no-one in the house of lords 
seems concerned as the words writhe from her mouth. blood drips from their ears, but still 
they smile and nod. you try to turn off the television but it will not stop. it will never 
stop.

black rod has come to the house. the knocks on the door echo from the ceiling vaults. soon 
the room will be empty.

you have been summoned to the whip, the prime minister has gone to see the queen. people 
are holding candlelit vigils for his memory. "perhaps this one will return", you say, but 
your mother shakes her head. the corgis looked thin this morning.

the seats must be filled. the seats must be filled. they did not say by what. o god, they 
did not say.

the people of your marginal constituency are prepared this time. they have shored up the 
walls, laid the pit traps, taken the children to a safe place. the ground rumbles. they 
are coming. they are coming.
the conservatives have a majority

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