zac goldsmith propaganda

i wrote this before the paris attack and could not quite bring myself to publish it, fearing i needed more information to confirm my bias in favor of goldsmith . . .

i like lots of people, but most of all zac goldsmith.  which makes it a little tricky with him being this rich white man, and me preferring a woman or a person of color.

probably nobody really wants to be mayor, as it will be an exhausting job.

he had the good nerve to attack Mr. Trump from british parliament too.

possibly i'm afraid liking zac, destroys my radical street cred.

and people like @stavvers and @mediocredave will do a call-out.

so call me out.
tell me why i'm wrong.

i don't even have radical street cred until i'm glued to a eurotunnel pillar in a pool of fake calais blood.
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then i see David Lammy MP for Tottenham tear it up at the housing debate, in not so subtle terms decrying the decimation of social housing and the elimination of mixed populations. the implications being that the poor, and historically marginalized peoples will be pushed out of London.

David Lammy MP suggests Zac Goldsmith will complete the destruction of London.

is that so?

and i still can't click publish on my back zac propaganda piece. which is a part of the puzzle.
is there a revolution of bipartisanship here?

could green zac shake labour's hand, without a pie getting tossed?

or are the tanks of development about to plow the poor and minorities under?

is zac goldsmith's vision for London as dire as Lammy states?

how can i continue, and continue, and continue to be charmed by James' son, and yet test far left of most left, towards a Swedish million programme, a Constitutional convention enshrining a RIGHT to housing.

and Actual housing.

Lammy's right. the buy nonsense Is nonsense.

it must all fairly square on my conspiracy theory that zac is some kind of renegade running a torch mission through the antiquities of the tory party.

and as Boris smiles and smirks, and the developers salivate over their wallets, who is more charmed by zac than I? perhaps the tories themselves. for he is their golden child, their winning ticket.

he looks better in suits than they do, and his posh english is less English, than european, or californian.

liking zac goldsmith, might be my guilty pleasure, as this raging red i am.

somehow i think we are all going to get along.

i don't think he could ignore the poor.
would.
or should.

could he?

and if so, is he the master dissembler, how will we know?

once he gets through the gates, will he brush of the tory dust, like the plastic glitter it is, and get down to the real work of housing and feeding London.

i don't know.

i wish i did.

the sad part is, the inevitability cracks.
no matter how right sadiq khan is on homelessness, elliott johnson too was right to decry extremism.

is it possible to be an organic vegan feminist supporter of a zac goldsmith and black lives matter in the US. and the arab spring? but No Shariah and no masculine-deity based theocracies.

you see, you never know with men.
who will be stronger on women's issues?
who will fight to eliminate all forms of violence against women and girls?

(including Child Sexual Abuse.)

i'm in as much culture shock here, as every where else.

zac goldsmith does question power, precisely because he's nothing to fear.

isn't he for recall anyone, if the public disapproves?

if he were mayor, i would urge him to forge bipartisan lines of support, and beg David Lammy to head some Mayoral advisory role.

which Mayor wants to preside over the next riots?

Foster Mayor Lammy next.

as i watched the Guy Fawkes anarchists smash their way towards Buckingham, i thought, these are William's people.

this is his kingdom.

is he laughing with surreal spectacle of it, shaking with fear, or feeling their pain the way Diana taught him to?

the peasants are hungry, zac goldsmith, and if you aren't hungry for that truth, then move along, with that tory onesie.

somehow i struggle to doubt him, skeptic that i am, there was something inimitable about him. which is not to say, he is always right, and would not need GOOD ADVICE.

but the women of London facing Female Genital Mutilation do not need someone without the stomach to pull the rug out from under our feet.

the squeamishness must not prevail.
gay conversion therapy should not be a NHS plan.
the doctors are leaving.


so here is the back zac piece i wrote earlier, hesitating to publish, as i'm normally not so sycophantic:

i don't give a flip about Tory this and that.

i like Zac Goldsmith the way i like Diana. obsessively, undeniably, addictively.

is it the statuesque "good looks" so propounded by his admirers?

yes i would really prefer a woman, or a person of color.
yes.

minus a tyrannical misogynistic religion.
like say, church of england.

zac isn't really English, in the terrible sense of the word.
He is James' son.

having a crush on other people's dead father is something for the fantasy horror lit my dead father loved.

i was rich and zac was poor, when i came back to america to be by my father's side as he died.
true wealth, is wealth in love.
i felt sorry he had lost his father, and guilty i could cling to mine!

i might be wrong, but i don't think people will vote for Zac because he is registered as tory. they will vote for him because he worked for Ecologist magazine, and has hammered away at unthinkable issues, like antibiotics in the food chain.

issues which were once the preserve of fringe organic foodies, suddenly become a concern for the well-being of all.

this is leadership.
changing opinion.

he was not afraid to stand up for child sexual abuse victims.
show me another 40 year old like that.

the main reason anyone will vote for zac is his effusive charm and sincerity.
a charm and sincerity, it might lazerzap you in the eyes like it did me.

the day to day endurance will be easily met with his capricornian diligence and hard work.

i worry, is there something i don't know?

DONT BETRAY THE PEOPLE would be my only advice.

when i saw him, i knew he was destined for great things, with charisma so rare.

i believed i startled him with American informality shouting across the chamber: "Zac Goldsmith! Good Work!"

he was talking about deplorable conditions in hungarian prisons, about extradition, and CIA secret flights, torture.

it changed my life.
i became more involved, under direct inspiration from that zac.

what keeps your fire lit?

i wonder about his mother, what a sweetness she must have, to balance the goldsmith wits.

i was making a way for myself, when i realized the mayoral campaign was on.
of course, i'd move to England, if zac were mayor, and get involved in the tedious meetings.
if i had money.

will green London have a place for someone like me?

can the Class War folks, and discouraged ragamuffins lobbing fireworks at horses, get behind green zac?

i don't see him making any purring borisey words at the terrible "Cereal Killers" cafe with it's support of diabetes, GMO's and lighthearted hipster misogyny punning on what is usually Gender Based Violence.
tre declasse.
i mean even aileen wuornos pattern of serial killing, was gender based.

i wonder what good nick broomfield thinks.

A Grim Sleeper, or Sex: my british job.
i want tough questions answered, not easy ones.

that's why i'd back zac.
and if i can consider the forests of oregon, but a distant of sub-urb of London, i really rather him, my mayor, than anyone else.

i do hope he puts down the smokes, and sticks around a while on this planet.

and if he gets tired of serving you, he could come here and help fix america.

the terminology has changed, however.
one cannot use the old Norse root "to go" gang ganger or german gangen gehen to refer to black or poor people.
it comes off wrong.
i've been trying to tell Portland's city council, but they don't listen.
will zac?

but perhaps american racism has not jumped the pond and infiltrated the language.
and things mean different thing there than here.

david hill's curious piece says by far more than i expected to be said.
can i be a a fan of Vegetarian Corbyn and Green Zac Goldsmith, and wish for them to both rise?

can i hope for a national security mind, and a labour heart, all in one package?

would there be harmony in the realm then?
i just hope Cameron's condescendingness never rubs off on Zac Goldsmith.
that would break my heart.

from my remote and distant climb
i can't help
but back zac, as a person, and human being, wishing him health and fulfillment, and his best destiny as a leader of my favorite city in the world (which i clearly can't afford).

there was a note of condolences to the family of Elliott Johnson from Mr. Goldsmith.
i cannot appreciate that enough, for hard hearts of politics know no end to human cruelty, whether left or right.

there are some who might transcend that all, and do what's right and fair always.

when zac goldsmith was promoting the ideas of create streets, i sent him over the basic wiki on the swedish million programme.
i went to sweden after spending my whole life immersed in the American Tragedy of homelessness, precisely because i cannot bear more inaction.
i was inspired by the vision i saw there.
i wrote reine fiske,
sweden changed me.

i told him i was sending swedish ideas to the future mayor of london.
because there is no need for anything less than an olaf palme or a jack kennedy.
there is no need for anything less, than someone so revolutionary that they might turn around people's hearts and give them something to believe in again.
to transform society.

and if Zac Goldsmith doesn't turn kensington Palace into a homeless shelter as would Mother Theresa, we would judge him by the number of poor sleeping rough at the tube stations.

the poor cannot be EXPORTED or DEPORTED through prohibitory rents and filthy lucre, development, cruelty, and greed.
green development must be compassionate at it's heart.
if that is green capitalism, then let's.

i've never much been for capitalism.
i'm always wondering what's he REALLY thinking about tax credit cuts, women's cuts, police cuts, uni cuts.

what does London Uncut think of him?
if i could move into Parliament, or city hall, i would.
a bunk. unlimited bureaucracy would be my drug.

the government cannot exist for its own pleasure, but if it exists it must at the pleasure of the people.

strategically marching Central Londoners out on a trail of tears due to evictions and runaway rentscams, is not actual democracy, it is but another form of gerrymandering, so convoluted as to pass for fair.

the glorious intellectual wealth of england can and will flourish, in spite of the greed that grows like a cancer.
and when the next fall happens, will the elevator ever stop?

who will be crushed?
without green anything, we will continue to whither.
it's a wonder.
who does his suits?

can those shoulders bear the weight?
can his mind endure the tedium?
who would take his place?