Where do you think I came from? Chatsworth House? Eaton Hall? Windsor Castle?
I grew up in a Council house, among the working class. Some kids came to school in wellies and with the arse hanging out of their trousers.
The 'working class' needs to have a fucking good look at itself, and it also needs to understand that the people holding them down and wrecking the very services they depend on aren't immigrants or foreigners. They're the Tory toffs and their sleazy mates like Rupert Murdoch, the Barclay brothers, Farage and all the rest of the orchestra of conmen and liars. The ones who are never satisfied, but who want more and more of what wealth there is. And, by the way, there is huge wealth in Britain, it's just that 95% of us are arguing among ourselves over about 5% of it, while much of the rest is salted away in tax havens by 'patriots' who love this country so very much they don't want to contribute their share to it.
If people are easily conned, it's not my fault. What am I supposed to do about it? Go out into the streets and preach like John the Baptist? Because I tell you, the great bulk of the lumpen proletariat don't want to think and never have. They just want people to tell them what they want to hear, even if it's total shite. You cannot educate people who do not want to be educated. They're the modern equivalent of the old kings who just wanted to be flattered, and who rejected good counsel.