From a purely subjective aesthetic point of view I’ve always thought that "Killing in the Name Of" was a load of trite old bollocks, but apart from that, and the rather bathetic and deflatingly post-modern fact that it's a 17 year-old track rather than something a bit more "now" that's been chosen as a weapon of cultural terrorism, I couldn’t agree more with the Impostume on this issue. What on earth has happened to my country while I’ve been away? Has the UK's longest ever recession finally jolted a great, dormant British revolutionary spirit out of its slumber? Having had all optimism crushed out of me by decades of defeat under Thatcher and Blair, having seen the triumph of vacuous consumerist excess and the monstrosity of Tesco bludgeoning its way to controlling half of the entire British economy, having witnessed the grotesque orgy of fatuous, banal shit every time I turn on the TV in the UK, I suddenly find myself in a disturbingly unfamiliar position. Whatever nitpicking misgivings I may have about Rage, I feel the wind has been taken out of my carping sails, an unexpected deficiency of spleen. Can it really be the case that the British people are … gulp … fighting back?

The despair I can take, it’s the hope I can’t stand! Still, it does feel kind of sweet. And it even looks like it’s going to be a White Christmas here in Coventry. Just at the last moment, after a pretty shite 2009, a silver lining has appeared on the cloud. Flabbergasting as it may sound … A Merry Christmas to us all!