Tuesday, 14 June 2011
No stomach to this fight
I voted Conservative in the general election of 2010. It wasn’t the first time I voted; no, that was in the election of 2005, just before my nineteenth birthday, full of passionate hatred for the warmongering Labour government of Tony Blair, full of hatred for any form of hard Labour, old or new. The outcome was a sad disappointment.
I was disappointed in 2010 also, disappointed that David Cameron had not won an outright victory. It was tempered with some pleasure that we had a kind of Conservative government but concerned that it had to be diluted by a bargain with the ghastly Liberal Democrats, the know nothing, do nothing party; the yellow party.
Now I’ve had enough; I’ve had enough of Cameron, this ‘heir to Blair.’ Actually he’s turning out to be part Blair – foreign war is quite the thing – and part Grocer Heath, Mr U-turn himself, the man who sold this country to Europe, the act of a political Judas. Cameron, too, is betraying the country in his abject cowardice towards Europe, something I’ll come to a bit later. First I want to say a word or two about Clegg and his gang, the tail wagging the Cameron dog.
No decent Conservative should put up with these people. They got a bloody nose in May, both in the local elections and in the Alternative Vote referendum. Hardly anybody wants them, this wretched party that belongs neither here nor there, neither of the left nor the right, but a soggy middle. If we had an election now I’m convinced that we would have another and more complete Strange Death of Liberal England, a prospect I wholeheartedly welcome.
Yes, they lost and ever since they’ve been desperate to ‘get it up’, to demonstrate a more ‘muscular’ Liberalism, with that grumpy old ass Vince Cable, a political Victor Meldrew, breaking solidarity that in the past would led to swift ejection from office. But he wants to moan from the comfort of a ministerial car.
Now Clegg and his gang are crowing about their ‘victory’ in making a mockery of the proposed reforms in the National Health Service. Paddy Ashdown, also known as Paddy Pants Down, a reference to past sexual shenanigans, says that Clegg, his fag, ‘played a blinder on this.’ Oh, in case of any misunderstanding here I should add that a ‘fag’ in this context does not mean what you may think it means. No, it’s the old practice in public schools of the younger boys acting as servants for the seniors!
So Cameron is made to look like a fool by these school boyish pranks, this laughable one-upmanship by Fag Clegg. He has little if any room for manoeuvre because his trick circus is all based on balance, the Limp Dumbs having marked out their pissing territory. This includes Energy and Climate Change, presided over by Chris Huhne, otherwise Windmill Man or Mister Hypothermia, who is likely to turn out to be one of the greatest mass murders of old people in history.
But let’s pretend that Paddy Pants Down, Vince ‘I don’t believe it’ Cable, Clegg the Fag Boy and Hypothermia Huhne are all a bad dream, that David Cameron won outright last year, as he should have against one of the most incompetent governments in history. Let’s pretend there is a Tory majority, dedicated to cutting the worst deficit we have ever accumulated.
What then? Drastic savings, a more realistic appreciation of our diminished role in the world? No, of course not: let’s bomb Libya, let’s waste more money, money we are being told we don’t have, on a futile foreign war. That’s the Blair way, after all. Oh, I almost forgot - let’s ensure that charity begins everywhere but home by ring-fencing the foreign aid budget.
The Heath way, the other Cameron route, is on Europe. There was an excellent letter in the Sunday Telegraph from one Charles Bell, pointing out the Prime Minister’s multiple failings on Europe. While an ever increasing burden is being placed on tax payers, no attempt has been made to reduce our contributions to the profligate European Union. No, pensioners will freeze this winter, unable to pay energy bills inflated by green taxes, while Herman van Rumpay, the risible Mister Euro Smurf, the make-pretend President, and Manuel Barroso, the other President, jet around the place in separate crafts because they are too jealous of each other to share!
Cameron has done nothing, moreover, to reclaim our legal sovereignty, lost with the wholesale digestion of the Human Rights Act. We can’t deport foreign-born criminals because they ‘have a right to a family life’ here, as defined by the Act and as interpreted by the courts. Bit by bit our sovereignty dies while Cameron only has time to stand and stare.
Oh, but he can’t clear out the nonsense of human rights legislation because the Limp Dumbs would not like it, which brings me back to my essential point: this Coalition is a liability, it makes Cameron look more ridiculous by the day, makes the Conservative Party look inept, cursed with the awful Liberal albatross.
Now is the time to go for a general election: Labour looks more hopeless than ever under Ed Millipede and the Liberal Democrats will suffer a political Armageddon. But Cameron, I regret to say, has no stomach to this fight. I can only wish that he would depart. I would personally make out his passport and put crowns for convoy into his purse.
Posted by Anastasia F-B at 16:04
Labels: british politics, conservative party, liberalism
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New orders will arrive from Bilderberg this week.ReplyDelete
Very witty, Ana. I was surprised to learn recently that some of Cameron's "big society" policies were based on the ideas of - and openly credited to - Saul Alinsky.ReplyDelete
Out of necessity someone will rise to the occasion and the Fuehrer will come.ReplyDelete
And I would be right there with you - Anger is a soft word for the impotent rage I feel towards these pathetic lot.ReplyDelete
I think you are mistaken in blaming the LibDems for the current shambles. It would be just the same if Cameron had won a majority last year. There is no difference between the three main parties. They are all plonkers.ReplyDelete
Calvin, from the New Order? :-)ReplyDelete
Mark, you should also look out for a clot called Philip Blonde.ReplyDelete
Anthony, some day my Prince will come. :-)ReplyDelete
Michele, indeed, indeed.ReplyDelete
Michael, Yes you may have a point, though I still feel something could be salvaged from the Tory Party sans Cameron.ReplyDelete
Hi Ana - agree with all you said. The big question is who do you see stepping into the breach? Who is waiting in the wings to take over from Cameron?ReplyDelete
Indeed, but you may first have to kiss a frog.ReplyDelete
Ana you are right again. I have thought for some time that we are dealing with political branding, re-wrap Blair and punch out Cameron because it wins votes, and the problem is the vast majority of voters do not want to analyse manifestos and what it is they are eating. In that sense they are abnegating their political responsibility. We are, to use an American saying, being sold down the river with regards to Europe and I applaud your vociferous challenge to this fiasco, it is pitiful to behold.ReplyDelete
Glen, now there is a question. I used to think that Little George showed some promise. I'm not so sure now.ReplyDelete
Anthony, as long as it's not Sarkozy!ReplyDelete
Richard, it certainly is.ReplyDelete
I think Anastasia, that at heart, you are an optimist! Who, as Glen says, is there waiting in the wings of the Tory party to replace Cameron? We've had the blessed Margaret, there won't be another one for a long time.ReplyDelete
Very true, Michael.ReplyDelete
I do my best. :-)ReplyDelete
Hi, Ana. Great post. I added the link to your comment over at my place.ReplyDelete
Anthony, you are sweet. :-)ReplyDelete