So digital ID, the tyrannical policy that just won’t flush, has bobbed up into the Armitage Shanks bowl that is Keir Starmer’s Labour government. Out of ideas and with all the authority of an embattled supply teacher, the prime minister is falling back – yet again – on Continuity Blairism, on the great unfinished business of New Labour. Somewhere, in a lair under a dormant volcano, Tony Blair is stroking a cat and cackling incessantly.
At the press of a key you’re de-personed.
I believe we are much further along the road to dystopia than we realize.
A gulag is being built silently piece by piece.
