Springsteen's ballads have chronicled the life of America's rustbelt heartland, Deer Hunter country, from Vietnam to today's angry, resentful, dispossessed class that has missed out on all the benefits of globalisation. One of those 'benefits' is the flood of cheap, potent and illegal narcotics organized so efficiently that increased demand in Chicago will have Afghani opium farmers planting extra fields three months later. Mexico is now one huge opium plantation, Afghan production is 36% higher than at 9/11 and the working-class rustbelt lovers of Springsteen's ballads are now comatose in the seats of their Chevy from over-strength smack. I'm expecting any day for heroin deaths in the States to exceed those from gun-shot wounds, though there will be no smack lobby blaming syringes for the deaths.
I've written before, I loathe the effects of Class As with a visceral hatred. I loathe the slick, glib City culture, coked-up in City pubs, the drug burning them out until they find themselves at the age of forty with their personal stuff in a cardbox box being escorted from the building by security. I loathe the wheedling, desperate immorality of smackheads ready to steal, cheat, lie and betray everything for their next fix. I loathe the blackened putrescent corpses distorted in unhuman rictus is old squats, cheap bedsits, bin stores. It's very hard to square this hatred that wants to see a complete end to these Class As for the misery they cause with a Libertarian approach.
And there will be middle class apologists for the filth that can manage its use; weekend junk users, using sterile syringes in the comfort of professional and Bohemian middle class homes. A world famous YBA used to bring his smackhead chums into the Colony Room. Wojas lost many friends, including me. Now I see that artist's fat mug in the papers with his wife and lovable kiddies all in Hunter wellies at their Georgian country house celebrating middle aged domesticity. I saw him with his trousers and pants round his ankles and a chicken bone stuffed under his foreskin giggling like a maniac whilst his mate shot-up in the khazi.
Trump-voting America is in a smack crisis. It's way worse than people realise. Not only the welfare, the futures and the families of the victims - and yes, I actually think the term can be used here - concerns and worries me, but the well-being of our own vast cohort of losers from globalisation, all part of the 17m. We MUST ensure they can see some tangible benefit from Brexit - we MUST give them hope.