C'est la crise finale du capitalisme!
At last! It's the final crisis of capitalism! That's according to the publishers of Revolte Jeune - Toute la Verite, a badly-produced French Trot journal I picked up from a seller outside a metro station on Saturday.
It seems that the subprime crisis is about to usher in a period of military dictatorship and fascism, culminating in a third world war fought with nuclear weapons, which will destroy humanity.
Fortunately, the world has one last chance. The new generation has seen through the lies of the leaders of the mainstream left, the false Trotskyism of the Ligue Communiste Révolutionnaire, Lutte Ouvrière and the Parti des Travailleurs, and the idle chat of the anarchists, and is rallying to the action programme of the Comite des Jeunes de Banlieue et de Paris. Thank fuck for that.
Yep, this is vintage foaming at the mouth stuff, at a level of sophistication beneath even the most crazed ultraleftist element in this blog's comment box. But sadly - unlike Ian Donovan's legendary Revolution and Truth - it is not a one-person effort.
According to the studenty-looking vendeuse, the CJBP has about 15 members, gathered around a bloke who was expelled from the Lambertistes in the 1980s. That's 15 activists, most of them presumably young, who could be doing something a damn sight more politically constructive with their energies.
But French Trotskyism does have it's more serious side. Later on Saturday I visited the LCR bookshop and picked up some fine reading material, including Serge Cosseron's Dictionnaire de l’Extrême Gauche, Christophe Bourseiller's Histoire Générale de l’Ultra-gauche and Histoire de l'Extrême Gauche Trotskiste, de 1929 à Nos Jours by Frédéric Charpier.
I've started the last-named volume, and it makes for depressing reading. Even before Trotsky commenced his exile in France in 1933, his French followers were polarised between two competing cliques divided more by personality than politics. Is there something in the movement's political DNA that renders it uniquely vulnerable to this kind of thing, to a degree perhaps matched only by a certain strand of religious sect? Surely there must be some materialist explanation?
At last! It's the final crisis of capitalism! That's according to the publishers of Revolte Jeune - Toute la Verite, a badly-produced French Trot journal I picked up from a seller outside a metro station on Saturday.
It seems that the subprime crisis is about to usher in a period of military dictatorship and fascism, culminating in a third world war fought with nuclear weapons, which will destroy humanity.
Fortunately, the world has one last chance. The new generation has seen through the lies of the leaders of the mainstream left, the false Trotskyism of the Ligue Communiste Révolutionnaire, Lutte Ouvrière and the Parti des Travailleurs, and the idle chat of the anarchists, and is rallying to the action programme of the Comite des Jeunes de Banlieue et de Paris. Thank fuck for that.
Yep, this is vintage foaming at the mouth stuff, at a level of sophistication beneath even the most crazed ultraleftist element in this blog's comment box. But sadly - unlike Ian Donovan's legendary Revolution and Truth - it is not a one-person effort.
According to the studenty-looking vendeuse, the CJBP has about 15 members, gathered around a bloke who was expelled from the Lambertistes in the 1980s. That's 15 activists, most of them presumably young, who could be doing something a damn sight more politically constructive with their energies.
But French Trotskyism does have it's more serious side. Later on Saturday I visited the LCR bookshop and picked up some fine reading material, including Serge Cosseron's Dictionnaire de l’Extrême Gauche, Christophe Bourseiller's Histoire Générale de l’Ultra-gauche and Histoire de l'Extrême Gauche Trotskiste, de 1929 à Nos Jours by Frédéric Charpier.
I've started the last-named volume, and it makes for depressing reading. Even before Trotsky commenced his exile in France in 1933, his French followers were polarised between two competing cliques divided more by personality than politics. Is there something in the movement's political DNA that renders it uniquely vulnerable to this kind of thing, to a degree perhaps matched only by a certain strand of religious sect? Surely there must be some materialist explanation?

(1) Bad news for Tan Shwe. Daddy's Little Princesses have unanimously declared themselves in favour of democracy in Burma. That's them in the picture, participating in yesterday's demonstration in London. Oh, the life of a red diaper baby.
In Britain, Labour prime minister Gordon Brown haughtily pronounces of striking Royal Mail employees:
The Trotskyist pasts of such New Labour politicians as Stephen Byers, Alan Milburn and even chancellor Alistair Darling (allegedly, anyway) are all on public record. But would Britain’s secret state let a man or woman they knew to be a former deep entrist become prime minister without making sure the matter was leaked to the press?
Gordon Brown has yet to develop an eponymous –ism. The Great Clunking Fist’s very need to lift a handful of three chord policy tricks from the George Osborne songbook this week underlines that he has yet to come up with anything resembling a distinctive and coherent set of ideas of his own.
All of the analysis I have seen of the Northern Rock debacle - without exception - has concentrated on the proximate causes, principally the US subprime crisis and the bank's heavy dependence on wholesale markets. Yet nobody seems to have thought to ask how we have got to where we are..
Few long-time observers of the British far left will be in the least surprised that the Little Yagodas of the Socialist Workers' Party central committee have purged the cadre most centrally involved in the last turn they themselves ordered the organisation to undertake.
If one were to rank the world’s undemocratic governments on a scale of one to ten, Iran would surely exceed the median. There’s no question that Ahmadinejad & Co merit a rating of something like six or seven.
After almost 200 years as a plaything for the ambitions of the three strongest superpowers ever seen in history, attribution of blame for the hell that is Afghanistan today depends on the historical timeframe one chooses to deploy. But self-determination never even got a look in.
With the meltdown in Respect, the implosion of the Scottish Socialist Party and the collapse of the Labour left, the proposition that organised Marxism in Britain is weaker than at any time for a century hardly requires much elaboration.