Labour: undead, unburied

Considering the results in my local borough, Lewisham, I realise I had a lucky escape when I went down to the polling station. Remember the scene in 'Shaun of the Dead' when they try to pass through the crowd of zombies outside the Winchester pub, by pretending to be zombies themselves? That's the electorate of Lewisham. They'll vote for a stinking pile of shit, as long as you lay a red rosette over it. In places like this, Labour have been in power for decades, feeding the poverty and dependency of their serf-like supporters and nothing short of dynamite will ever shift them.