Today we looked in on some extraordinary events in London and saw an unfolding stitch-up designed to get the egregious Theresa May the Prime Ministership, so there was all to play for.
Some asked what could each or any of us, one little person in the face of this moneyed monolith, hope to achieve?
And the answer is: “Very little, almost nothing.” But that is to misunderstand the nature of networking. In the Soviet era of the 80s, the Samizdat was critical and I was told many times in Russia about it and how it helped crack the monolith in the end.
If it helps, there is a quote which Agatha Christie put into the mouth of one of her characters, an old man trying to talk a woman out of suicide. This is it:
“You say your life is your own,” went on Mr Satterthwaite to her, “But can you dare to ignore the chance that you are taking part in a gigantic drama under the orders of a Divine Producer? Your cue may not come till the end of the play; it may be totally unimportant, a mere walk-on part, but upon it may hang the issues of the play if you fail to give the cue to another player. The whole edifice may crumple. You, as you, may not matter to anyone in the world but you as a person in a particular place and context may matter unimaginably.”
She sat down, still staring at him.
Today, one little man who writes on a few blogs and tweets achieved almost nothing, he just made a lot of noise, punching well above his weight. But he was on Twitter when it all broke before midday, he tweeted about stopping May and backing Leadsom and/or Gove.
Former and current heads of the Freedom Association saw it, responded. Suddenly, because they had tweeted, their myriad followers picked up on it, the little man was CCed into it and before long, dozens were tweeting.
Meanwhile, Iain Dale already had Andrea Leadsom in the LBC studio, which reached a different readership/listenership. the little man has a tenuous connection with Iain [mainly from the past] and contacted him, others saw it and took it up.
Soon a campaign, which was already forming around Leadsom and Gove, quite irrespective of any one person, started connecting up.
You did your part. Some of you who read went over to some sites afterwards and made comments – it might have been at Guido’s, might have been at Breitbart. It might even have made it to the Guardian. No one particularly, openly agreed with you but you can be sure they read it.
This is the power of social networking, this is why the blogger is important, the reader of blogs, the tweeter, the Facebooker, the Myspacer. Each of us on our own – we are nothing, nobody. But this networking curse for the PTB is very real, because things go viral in moments these days.
May represents all the forces of bad. She might not be bad in herself but she is certainly vacillating and out for herself. A Dellingpole piece on her at Breitbart does for her. Doesn’t matter, the PTB, the Remainers, the establishment Tories, have swung in behind her with the money and are already putting out the pamphlets.
However, the lesser two – Leadsom and Gove – have had the social network putting their message out with no financial outlay. We’re only doing here now what many thousands more are doing out there this evening.
I say “we”, meaning I contacted Julia M, Chuckles, haiku, a couple of others. I know Wolfie is Gove, and Dearieme. It’s enough for OoL and the personal N.O. to run an ad in the sidebar, against May and for Gove-Leadsom or Leadsom-Gove.
The message is that you support whichever Brexiteer you like in the early stages. Once one goes ahead, the other will see that and in the later stages, will fall in behind the leading candidate. Not a clue which that will be. In our eyes, as long as it moves Brexit forward, with no backsliding, then fine.
Nigel got in on the act earlier, tweeting that he didn’t mind as long as it was a Brexiteer who becomes PM. That’s our attitude too. Those deep within the party have stronger views on the two.
And now, quite a few will read this, some of you with blogs, with FB accounts and you’re going to write things. For the love of Britain, please spread the message or at least speak of it, even disparage it – it means it will be there for someone to click in and see.
That’s how it goes these days, that’s the power of social media, where one person can be insignificant in him or herself but by writing something, being somewhere at the right time, might just set something off, might just dislodge a stone which starts rolling.
Or not. Who gives a damn the number of times Not, as long as once or twice it does happen.