A huge thank you to Truth Reporter for submitting this artcile to UNN.
Despite the title, this is not an all-out attack on John Bercow but instead a more wide-ranging analysis of why we find ourselves in this political quagmire with our elected ‘representatives’ doing everything except representing us.
John Bercow attended the University of Essex and graduated with a 1st Class Honours degree in Government in 1985. You will not need to be reminded that during this period he had some fairly non-PC views which I will not go into here since they are already well documented elsewhere.
What I would like to expand on today is the environment and attitudes that formed the Bercow we now experience. I can comment on in some detail on this because I attended Essex University just after Bercow’s tenure and I can tell you what went on.
If you read into the history of the ‘new’ Universities, you’ll see that the in the 1960’s there was a plan to expand University education – partly as a result of the baby boom but also as a political move to widen University education to a broader section of the population. Seven new Universities were built, East Anglia, Essex, Kent, Lancaster, Sussex, Warwick and York. If you go to any of these you’ll find some common themes, they are all built in the neo-brutalist style where anything went as long as it consisted of lots of straight lines and concrete. Most had a strong left-wing political ethic running through their academic and student bodies, Essex being notable for a series of student strikes and blockades of the campus during the late 60’s.
By the 1980’s the white heat of student, activism had weathered, like the ageing concrete of the buildings, into a dreary stereotype of its former self. Most of the infrastructure was worn and tatty due to faltering budgets and the student body had lost touch with the radicalism of the 60’s and although they tried to be radical they were little more than a parody of their former incarnation. Two opposing tribes roamed this windswept stalag, the socialist worker majority, eating their lentil casseroles that they secretly detested and a smaller but more genuinely radical sect of children of middle-class families who didn’t quite get the grades to go to a decent University but due to their soi-disant class sensibilities had to get a university education to fit in with their own self concept.
Bercow demonstrates all the features of the latter group, he is eloquent, although in a pompous and overblown way, he is fiercely jealous of those who went to leading establishments. He seeks constantly to demonstrate he is every bit as erudite as his colleagues but in doing so reveals his inner insecurity in himself and therefore internally justifies to himself his use of subterfuge, bullying and coercion as legitimate tools in his constant psychological struggle for supremacy.
I have to put my hand up that in many ways I was caught up in the same maelstrom, being the product of a very average comprehensive school with a gift for science, I was the biggest weed growing out of a very smelly compost heap. The school was desperate to put itself on the map by getting their pupils to go on and do great things. University was sold to me as a utopian playground that would make you a success and I embraced this wholeheartedly.
Almost within seconds of pitching up in the Union bar, I was embraced by the rugby club who thought they could use my wide shoulders in their scrum. I hadn’t played rugby since the 3rd year in school but the rugby boys were the only ones in the room not trying to reincarnate Rik from the young ones so I pitched in with them.
The people I grew to know and lock shoulders with were the sons of bankers, senior civil servants and stockbrokers, they already had the countenance of people who knew they would one day be powerful people, they did not seem concerned with the petty minutia of getting by on paltry resources and regarded the hard left socialist students as quite literally ‘scum’.
Things have moved on in 30 years, Bercow has returned to his Alma Mater as Chancellor, he has renounced his right-wing elitism in favour of the new doctrine of social-wokeness and globalism. The University has changed beyond recognition also. Shiny new buildings now append the concrete lego brick campus, everything has been airbrushed and cleansed of the dreariness of the 80’s.
As a new student there now you’ll have to attend a compulsory lecture on consent to make sure that you don’t rape anyone (yes, I am serious – see the link below). You’ll see giant poles bearing banners with motivational slogans from our friend Mr Bercow. The bins now have 6 separate receptacles to make sure the University meets its recycling targets.
In so many ways we see how societies and the educational establishments they support have spiralled into endless self-doubt, clinging to mother’s apron strings and their security blankets, wringing their hands in case they’re wrong. In the 80’s the University was flawed but it taught me many useful lessons I am still employing today but those lessons are not being taught there now. Instead, this place has become a sausage factory taking in ever-larger numbers of students and ramming them through classes where compliance with the new agenda is more important than being able to critique or challenge the existing order.
My little clique in the rugby club was an example of the flawed nature of the University at that point. It was elitist, misogynistic and hated by the majority but to be a part of it meant you had to be constantly working to be stronger, fitter and more tactically aware than your competitors and to be prepared both physically and mentally to cope with the practical consequences of the fact that most people didn’t like you or what you stood for.
Nowadays at University, you don’t need to stand out, in fact, you’ll learn that just towing the ‘woke’ agendas will allow you to breeze through with minimal friction and no risk of having to stand on your own two feet. The global liberal elites found a willing stooge in Bercow who reduced the House of Commons to an inconsequential morass of fools quibbling over minutia in just the same way as those student ‘activists’ who glue themselves to tube trains or perform interpretive mime on Westminster bridge during rush hour are doing to people who just want to go and earn their living.
So next time you get called ‘populist’ or ‘right-wing’ or ‘fascist’ just remember these people are scared of you because you are not part of their dumbed-down mob. You’ve decided to be different and that in itself takes courage. Just like on the rugby pitch, you might take the odd knock or two but I know which team I want to be on.
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