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[alixontheleft]

I call this one: “PLEASE LET ME GO BACK IN TIME AND BE A BROWNITE SPAD. ILL DO ANYTHING IM BEGGING”

[mandyposter]

Peter Mandelson photodump pt.2! I intended to post this a few days ago but it wouldn't post and then I got busy with college </3. Anyway, enjoy Mandynation 🙏🏻

[faisalqureshi6]

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[abfabquotes]

Once you get stuck in a porn cycle, you can be there for days. #absolutelyfabulous #abfab #abfabquotes #saffymonsoon #saffronmonsoon #gran #parralox #newlabour #junewhitfield #juliasawalha #bobbarrett https://www.instagram.com/p/B_n5LjlHMJV/?igshid=6gkbt293axlx

[alixontheleft]

[alixontheleft]

99.9% sure they missed the entire point of my edit

[alixontheleft]

The “Take Me to Church”esqe nature of TBGB is one that is very dear to me

[alixontheleft]

Reading William Blake’s A Poison Tree, I am struck by how precisely it captures the emotional architecture of betrayal — and more specifically, the slow, poisonous tragedy that was Tony Blair and Gordon Brown.

Blake writes of a man who is angry with his friend. When he speaks openly, the anger dissolves. But when he withholds it — when he nurtures it in silence, with false smiles and repressed fury — it festers. It grows. It becomes lethal. “And I sunned it with smiles, / And with soft deceitful wiles.” That is Blair in a line: grinning, hand on shoulder, promising unity while consolidating control. That is the premiership he stole.

Brown was never permitted to speak his wrath. He was the “friend,” sidelined, pacified, strung along. The agreement — if we can still call it that — was clear: Blair would lead first, then Brown. But time passed, and Blair stayed, endlessly reinventing himself, seduced by power and war and celebrity. And Brown, loyal and silent, became the man under the tree, watching the apple of power ripen under Blair’s control.

The tragedy, as Blake suggests, is not just personal. “In the morning glad I see / My foe outstretched beneath the tree.” But Blair never fell — not really. He stepped down into a lucrative afterlife of speeches and consultancy, his reputation wrapped in spin and sanctimony. It was Brown who inherited the poisoned garden — the broken party, the unspoken fury, the ruins of New Labour.

The Poison Tree is not just a poem about wrath. It is a poem about what happens when friendship is betrayed, and when one man — convinced of his own destiny — chooses personal glory over collective honour. Blair’s legacy, like Blake’s apple, gleamed bright. But it was bitter to the core.

And yes, I resent him for it.