There's a food bank near you

Subject: A food bank near you.

The knifes are out and the analysis of what went wrong is flooding the airwaves with questions about Corbyn's leadership, Corbyn's link to causes he felt some sympathy with years ago, Corbyn's lack of decisiveness when faced with the problem of who to support in the Brexit debate when the bulk of his party in the labour heartland of the northern urban sprawl had voted to leave the European Union and yet he knew that the economic argument for staying in was overpoweringly true.
Listening to voters on the street the morning after and interviewed about their reaction to what had happened to make a fifty in some cases a one hundred year old Labour seat turn blue and swing their support around Boris Johnson the lack of any sort of deeper political analysis was so so evident. The arguments of whether socialism tops conservatism as to catering to the needs of the poor, whether their personal needs are better suited by a 'trickle down' hope that having won all the cards in the pack the other side, those who live another life in a different tree lined part of the town, 'maybe' just 'maybe' something will get done on a whole host of urgent needs in that other part of the urban sprawl. These working class men and women who repeatedly claimed that "nothing has been done for us in years" and were angry about it didn't seem to think that the government, 'the decision maker' regarding the allocation of funds was the party they had just voted for. Because labour had held the constituency they felt that the Labour Party was to blame and that by voting labour out, things would change and get better.
In a similar vein they believed getting out of Europe would now improve their lot,  that the stories they read in the newspapers demonising the EU was the cause of their way of life becoming harder.  There had been no alternative voice, no explanation that the EU had for years funded the projects in their town on the basis that the EU funds the poorest parts of Europe as a collective responsibility.  It could be asked why a beauocracy based in Brussels was more in tune with the needs of the people in Hartlepool than the national government in London but we will soon find since, having cut that funding stream and now solely reliant on Boris's gang, whether the projects continue or die as the myopic gaze of Westminster Governance takes hold and the public schoolboys turn to their real interests, the City and the rich pickings from a timely Short. 
Ones immediate reaction is to join the ranks of 'the don't care' about others outside my immediate circle. If they behave like headless chickens let them get eaten by the system. Why bother if, having voted Tory, in their simplicity, they await the riches the established Tory party members have, seemingly for having been a Tory. If the rich pickings which have come over the last decade to a tiny section of the society are now accelerated by the decisions of a wealthy cabal who sit almost unopposed on the government benches, if these pickings now don't take off into the financial stratosphere and the Etonian grip on our country is strengthened to literally choke the life out of the rest of us.  Don't be surprised if your towns and the services, including the NHS don't wither over the next decade into some sort of dystopian landscape in which the food-bank will be as common place as the Tesco corner store.