Agree then do it anyway.

Michael Sheen’s blistering attack on the duplicity of current politics reaches back to the lion at the heart of Britishness. As the general election approaches every bit as facile and bitchy as Miss World contestants tearing out lumps of blond hair I consider putting a huge X across my voting paper. Strangely I begin to wonder if there’s a paranoia over the value of money. Not the day-to-day variations of currency exchange or petrol prices but the validity of it having any value at all. Consider an AM radio, in its time valuable, now not because nobody’s transmitting AM anymore. Money used to be an exchange of value. In between the selling of a cow money notionally contained its value until the purchase of a sideboard. It was a token of tangible value. With the advent of mass manipulation, thank you Freud, came the mass manipulation of ‘value’. Buy a record player, a cassette player, a CD player then junk them all for an iPod that can store a hundred hours of shit music because that’s also been subject to mass manipulation. So now money is not the notional value of a cow but the notional capacity to manipulate. Wealth is now based on the notional ‘value’ of manipulation. Do anything of tangible value and remain poor, do anything of manipulative value and get rich. No wonder the 90% still working on tangible value are disillusioned. Consider then the fear of a great devaluation in manipulation as a currency. Cries of ‘It must not happen!’ but until it does we will not make sufficient of tangible value. We will attempt to manipulate rather than give good patient care, good child protection, an honourable police force and politicians worth voting for. Till then we’ll have to make do with Michael Sheen the actor. (who only played Tony Blair)