What a grim political choice this country now faces. On one side, here is the Red-Green fanatic Sir Keir Starmer, and his frightening and despotic claim to be ‘the political wing of the British people’.
On the other here is a Tory Party bereft of purpose and ideas, reduced to pursuing gimmicks and novelty, getting through leaders and slogans so fast that there is little point in remembering who or what they are. They just have time to find and elect an actual teenage leader before the next Election, I think.
Sir Keir is so dull that the word ‘wooden’ does not truly describe his delivery or his aspect. He is less exciting than wet cement failing to dry on a chilly afternoon. Does he do this on purpose? Perhaps. For his plans are as terrifying and dangerous as a burning fiery furnace.
I have tried and tried to point out to the great industry of political commentators that people such as Sir Keir and his exemplar, Sir Tony Blair, are not, as they insist ‘centrists’ or ‘moderates’.
Blair, who successfully kept secret his past as a college Trotskyist, led a movement of white-hot radicals which duly smashed up the constitution, revolutionised private life and debauched the economy.
What can anyone say about the rise to high office of someone so utterly unfitted for it? It is just embarrassing
Sir Keir’s unregretted former membership of a weird revolutionary sect (the Pabloites) is known but not understood. If he wins the next Election, we will all discover what a full-on Red-Green government is like. Good luck with that, as the taxes squeeze and the lights go out and both houses of Parliament become neutered chambers of unopposed Leftists, anxious to tax you and tell you what to think.
But how can it be stopped? By the Tories? It is a very long shot. I am perhaps not very nice, but even I have tried to be kind about the Tory Party’s selection of Elizabeth Truss as its leader. What can anyone say about the rise to high office of someone so utterly unfitted for it? It is just embarrassing.
But it was not my embarrassment. They are not my Tories. I have dismissed the Tory Party as useless since the Cameron revolution in which all the remaining conservative bits of that party were hunted down and exterminated. Cameron said he was the heir to Blair and meant it. At the 2010 Election, even Gordon Brown was more conservative than the Tory Party.
And yet the party survives. There is no time to build anything else. As Rudyard Kipling pointed out in his poem The Islanders, it’s a bit late: ‘Do ye wait for the spattered shrapnel ere ye learn how a gun is laid?/ For the low, red glare to southward when the raided coast-towns burn?/ (Light ye shall have on that lesson, but little time to learn.)’
But there it is. The Tory Party is what we have. But it can only fight the Blairites if it stops trying to be like them. Here’s what the Tories have to do, to survive and win.
Rebuild criminal justice. Replace the failed ‘police’ with proper new local forces which patrol the streets on foot and deter crime. Enforce the laws against drug possession. Recapture the prisons from control by inmates, and make them places of immediate punishment for second offenders instead of useless warehouses for habitual criminals.
Repeal the Equality Act of 2010 and all its oppressive panoply of political correctness.
Revolutionise the education system, making real plans to build at least 1,500 new selective state grammar schools evenly across the country, offering superb education to those who can benefit from it.
Sir Keir’s unregretted former membership of a weird revolutionary sect (the Pabloites) is known but not understood
Re-engineer the divorce laws, the welfare system and the tax system so as to stop punishing parents who want to stay together and bring up their own children.
Stop meddling in foreign countries and concentrate on defending our people against foreign threats abroad and crime at home.
Renationalise the railways, the water and energy industries, and embark on a major infrastructure programme in which British contractors are favoured.
Conclude a treaty with France, at whatever cost, to stop people-smugglers using the Channel.
Inform the BBC it has two years to rediscover impartiality or lose its Royal Charter and licence money.
I could go on, and would be happy to elaborate to anyone seriously interested. Elections across Europe have revealed a huge appetite for governments which reject the cultural revolution of the past 50 years. If the Tories won’t do this, they deserve to be doomed and destroyed for good.
My sympathy for a Corbynista
Sometimes light shines into a tiny corner of the world and you see something which wholly upsets the conventional view of things.
I was approached by a Jeremy Corbyn supporter, Jenny Manson. Jenny, a Jew, is a retired tax inspector in her 70s who lives in Hampstead Garden Suburb. Her mother narrowly escaped an antisemitic massacre in what is now Ukraine in 1917.
I disagree with her about almost everything. For some years she has been facing accusations of antisemitism because of her defence of Mr Corbyn. She is slight, humorous, quiet and friendly.
In a new and extraordinary TV documentary on Al Jazeera (which has its own interest in the subject of Israel), she plays a telephone message left for her, as a result of political attacks on her. Part of it runs ‘You ****ing Nazi bitch, you should burn in the gas oven, you stinking Nazi swine’. The culprit has since apologised and accepted a police caution. But is this what politics has come to?
Our fatal error to think drugs were so cool
The most moving thing I read last week was Cosmo Landesman’s terrible account of the death of his son Jack
The most moving thing I read last week was Cosmo Landesman’s terrible account of the death of his son Jack, a victim of cultural and moral revolution. This passage should be incised deeply on huge stone slabs in the centre of every city: ‘Before Jack’s death, I’d never questioned my liberal belief that recreational drugs were a valid and safe form of pleasure. People like me, who as teenagers grew up in the late 1960s and early 1970s, saw drug usage as a harmless rite of passage. Back then, any talk of the damage that drugs could do was dismissed by us as “tabloid hysteria”. ‘So when it was the turn of our children to experience drugs, there was no need to worry. They’d be fine. We thought we were so smart and cool about drugs, but we were just naive, arrogant and ignorant.’
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