Politiquette.

Breakfast and lunch- dull, whats a sunday without a coffee?

Politics, politics, Politiks, POLITICS.
Im made up of politics, we are all bound together and broke apart through politics, from a small age my school uniform spoke for me, then I let my hair style and my clothes, and now at twenty I try to use my voice to speak my politics, but thats alot harder than it sounds.
From council estates to the IRA, selling CD's to buy dinner, my political conscience was born through experience, from my father being followed in shopping malls because of his aesthetic choice, from having stones thrown at me on the way to school because I pronounced all my letters, from wanting change, from needing hope, and now the conservative future flyer my letter box, I exchange words with the son of the UKIP leader, political activism shut down with expressions 'we think we've missed the boat on this one.' But none of this matters, as this isn't politics,university is not real life and this, this is the real problem, students finding their political stance at university is common, but its important that this stance is built on real foundations, not just frustration otherwise eventually these beliefs will be forgotten, and their political identity destroyed.
Up and down the country university students hold placards and protest, and I am one of them, but this is dangerous, it creates a person, a righteous self involved fascist (and the hilarity being this breed normally stems from the socialist side of the spectrum.) They become so consumed in politics it is all they can talk about (forgetting that everything we talk about is political) isolating others from their clique, making those who haven't chained themselves to a railing in the past four days feel unworthy of their left wing stance.
As I stood in a room of soon to be cambridge graduates, and listened as they talked about workers liberty, and political activism I felt sick, where was I at climate camp? Oh I was actually working for living, can I make the Demo in Birmingham? no sorry I cant afford it.
They sneer if your in anyway associated with the mainstream, this collective are so anti anything they in fact represent nothing, destroying any links with anyone they may have initially desired to represent.
This new socialist movement seems to have got very lost along the way, I never plan to stand in the way of change, but as I stand there and listen to them, joking, drinking and smoking, I know that tomorrow they could give this up, tomorrow they could put on a suit and walk into an office and they would be ok, but I, I wouldnt.
Im fighting for change because if I dont then I have nothing, my younger siblings will have nothing, and those I grew up around would never get out, never get better.
Maybe I am wrong, maybe they are not all this way, but after standing there, being made to feel stupid, uninvolved and weak, selling out for working in high street store, for not buying fairtrade products, for not staging an occupation for fear of being removed from university as my education is all I have, I feel im justified in this outburst, and not self involved, and hope that one day theis collective will step down and look around and see that they are not the only ones fighting, we are all here fighting from the inside.