10 February 2012

Why I am close to resigning from the Conservative Party

After a lifetime as a subs-paying (direct debit) Conservative Party member and willing contributor to funds albeit in a very modest way (I am the polar opposite of a plutocrat), and through all the ups and downs of the Party's years in government and years in opposition, I have almost had enough.

No, not because of the vanishingly-few attractions of UKIP. I want us out but I am a realist and it's not the first item on today's agenda. Not because the seductive (oh, yes) libertarians have finally reeled me in. They are not conservatives. I am. I shall not vote for either of the above.

It is because
(i) I think David Cameron is too cowardly to lead the Conservative Party as a Conservative. Sanguine and lucky in quotidian domestic politics, he becomes an ungracious bully under intense legitimate criticism which, curiously, he seems to resent. High office becomes him less and less as its novelty wears off. This is not Conservative.
(ii) He does not think like and does not know how to wear the armour of a national leader. He is ill at ease and reluctant and scuttles sideways when facing both domestic and foreign threats to the nation and its way of life. He pays lip service with suspiciously frequent, parroted allusions to 'our country' while doing nothing actually to defend 'our country'. This is not Conservative. Actions, not words, are what count.
(iii) He is the heir to the Grocer rather than to Margaret Thatcher. He is only the 'heir-to-Blair' in sharing Blair's patrician sense of entitlement to the top job which, he seems to forget, he holds only because thousands of the people he clearly despises - 'right wing bastards', Tory party grass roots like me, worked like... workers... to beat the electoral odds and get him into Downing Street.
Because of the above, and above all:
(iv) Insofar as Mr Cameron is the party leader, he is leading the party to oblivion. The Tory party will implode under his lazy, unreflecting leadership and will be reduced to the present condition of the Labour Party when the moment comes when he has had enough glory and retires to spend quality time with his sinecures, a moment which probably won't be all that long in coming.  
(v) Under Cameron's premiership, the country is treading water when it ought to be moving forward, and rapidly.  He promised leadership and progress. He promised to undo the damage and the Fabian constructions of the Brownite years. He has done and is doing neither. We are going nowhere. To that extent, he is right about one thing: we are all in it, together, and for that I hold him responsible.
Many, many grass root Conservative Party members including myself and a great many other despised GOTVers of my acquaintance are close to a sort of despairing political homelessness. Many of us accuse  David Cameron of utter failure to keep his Conservative promises.

Economic situation my arse, by the way. I am not, on the whole, talking about economics.

Likewise, coalition government my arse. The Liberal Democrat tail is wagging the Conservative dog. David Cameron has given his (former) friend Nick power out of all proportion to the exigencies of the hour. And as the quoted comment below suggests, this seems not to be exactly a thorn in David Cameron's side. It's what he seems to want. No, Clegg and the LibDems are not David Cameron's problems. I am his problem, and people like me. Which is a good reason for me to put some distance between us.

Of course it is a happy thought that the Labour Party is both in opposition and in disarray but that will not last and it is not enough. It is not enough to to have 'Anyone But Labour' running the country even though of course that is, ceteris paribus, devoutly to be wished. It is not what I have worked and argued for since David Cameron was in kindergarten.

As a Conservative, I want a Conservative government lead by a Conservative prime minister. I have neither. David Cameron will provide neither.

David Cameron began with failure: failure to defeat the worst and most hated Prime Minister and government of modern times running as a Conservative. The reasons for the electoral shortfall are complex and many, but chief among them, in my carefully-considered opinion, is his own pettifogging cowardice. He did not campaign as a Conservative because he was ashamed to. He and his friend Mrs 'Nasty Party' May should start their own party instead of hogging the front bench masquerading as honest-to-god Conservatives.

'No!' people will say. 'Stay on board,' they will say. On board what, exactly? 

'Fight from the inside,' they'll say. Me and whose army? With what weapons? I'm hoarse. I'm tired. I'm ignored. Look - don't you get it? I don't matter. I am the enemy within.

I hold no official position and speak for no-one but myself but my thoughts were crystallised on reading the following comment by scarybiscuits on Dan Hodges' Telegraph blog which I quote in full:
At its worst New Labour was about money grabbing self-advancement.  At its best it was an honest attempt at rethinking the Labour Party's most fundamental beliefs and an intellectual critique of the Conservatives.

To a member of New Labour like Dan, I can imagine that he sees much to admire in Cameron.  However, the similarities are only skin deep. What we have underneath is an unreconstructed Tory from the old school.  Whereas Blair admired much about Thatcher  and emulated her but also sought to avoid her mistakes, Cameron has simply dug up failed policies from the past, the posh-but-wet Toryism of Macmillan and Douglas-Home.

There is no sense in Cameron's thinking that he really understands Blair beyond the spin techniques any more than he is building on Thatcher's legacy (which he and the so-called Tory Reform Group despises).  Whereas both Blair and Thatcher led their parties in new directions, Cameron's ambition is to be in the middle of the herd.  His ambition is simply self-serving: he believes he and his acolytes should be in power but that is about it.  He has copied the worst of New Labour but ignored the best.
 
Such beliefs as Cameron has let slip reveal him to be totally out-of-step with the party he leads. His success at becomming leader was based on copying Blair's pitch that we must adapt our beliefs to win power.  However, being trusted to do that relies on the party believing that you are sharing their pain.  What is becomming increasingly clear is that Cameron is not leading his party on an intellectual journey but is simply imposing his old-fashioned, patrician views on the rest of us.

An example of this is windmills.  Most Conservatives would accept that if the people of this country really wanted them then we should go along with this rather than being a voice in the wilderness railing against the modern world.  However, it now appears that Cameron's commitment to windmills is not so much pragmatic as emotional.  When they were popular this was not so much of a problem.  Now the science is unravelling and what little popular appetite there was for green taxes is becomming outright hostility.

We are left with the worst of all worlds, defending an unpopular policy that most of us never agreed with in the first place.  The same problem applies to women in the board room, our relationship with the EU and bailing out the IMF.  The Conservative party has a set of coherent and popular beliefs and we are 95% united on most of these.  The problem is that the Cameroons are in the other 5%.
 
They think they are copying New Labour but whereas Blair had an insight into popular opinion and could lead it, Cameron's political antennae do not seem to extend beyond Notting Hill.  As with Osborne's too-clerver-by-half soundbite of 'sharing the proceeds of growth' the Cameroons' search for the centre of public opinion means that by the time they find it the world has moved on.
When the Credit Crunch hit in 2008, the Cameroons' only response was to ban champagne from Conference.  Having fully backed Brown's economic policies they were in no position to say 'we told you so' because they hadn't.  After further consideration the best they could come up with was backing away from the popular tax cuts that had saved them in 2007 and supporting Darling's money printing solution for ever more debt.
Despite the outward affectations, Cameron is no Blair.  Unlike Blair he represents no new step forward for this country, just a continuation of the status quo.  For Conservatives, we see Theresa May continuing the 60s-style militant feminism of Labour.  We see Brown's assault on university excellence continued by Willetts. We see Clarke's old-fashioned Establishment softness on criminals.  We hear only excuses for why immigration can't be better controlled.  We see defeat for our principles and beliefs whether Cameron wins or not.  We are angered when Cameroons keep briefing that they don't even want to win the next election outright because they would be forced to govern as Conservatives.  I doubt we will be indulgent towards Cameron for as long as Labour was towards Blair.
Hear, hear.




08 February 2012

Moonbat cat






Monbiot's in the mainstream of Left-wingers' traditional belief in their own genetic superiority

Brendan O'Neill rightly excoriates the madman Monbiot, not to mention his fellow-travellers, for their smug propagation of pseudo-science. Not over warble-gloamery this time but IQ.

O'Neill is holding his nose in disgust at his (former?) comrades' adoption of the elitist prejudices of the old toffee-nosed Right as they regurgitate 'right wing' (he says) disdain for the lower orders. 'They're supposed to be Lefties! How could they!' he wails.

There is nothing that makes a born-again New Lefty like O'Neill grumpier than a toff attacking his beloved proles, and that goes for toffs of right and left. He lumps them all together as he wields his little whip, except that he stays his hand because, like Nick Cohen, he is busy wiping tears from his eyes as he weeps for the moral bankruptcy of his fellow leftists which he, and Cohen, have just discovered. But of course, they remain pure.

Not for your man O'Neill your toffish airs and graces; not for him any delusions of superiority over the proletariat - only over his fellow political thinkers, for thinking themselves better than the proles, for donning the livery of the class-war enemy, the toffs.

Forget the Bullingdonians. The new toffs, who control the conversation and, all-importantly, the language in which it is conducted, are Toynbee, Brooker, Moonbat, the nomenklatura of the universities and the BBC/Guardian and the media heights. They have and will continue to consolidate power over what the masses think, and thereby over whom the masses are inclined to vote for. If they vote at all, of course, given that one well-promoted mantra is, 'Don't vote, it only encourages them' - a concept beloved of wannabe tyrants constrained, pro tem, by the ballot box.

Long after old-style toffs like Camerosborne have gone the way of all elected politicians, unelected politicians (oh, yes, they are) who know they are born to control the masses because they are more intelligent and capable than they, will still be in power and hungry for more. Their energies will be focused on keeping the ignorant masses down as assiduously as did the Czars and boyars of 19th century Russia.

There is nothing new about this sort of thinking on the Left. The hugely successful - and rich - Fabian eugenics-enthusiast and Socialist polemicist, George Bernard Shaw, said,
'Give me one good reason to have blind faith in the judgement of the working classes' 
or something very similar.

Monbiot is following an established tradition of left-wing delusions of genetic superiority which confers, they believe, an entitlement, nay a duty, to assume positions of control in society, and a further duty to condemn all contrary philosophies to oblivion.

The creation of a largely non-voting, near-slave class through welfare dependency, itself swiftly achieved through concerted attacks on the traditional family; the promotion of abortion (and in the case of Barack Obama, its enforcement) and euthanasia for the 'benefit' of the increasingly disenfranchised lumpenproletariat - these are no more than the stated intentions of early 20th century Socialism now coming to pass.

It is otiose for Brendan O'Neill to preach against his comrades for thinking as Fabian Socialists have always thought. You have to admit, though, that it's good for a laugh to see him accusing them of going all toff on him after all they have achieved in the name of the proletariat.


Mapping Westminster's arcana

When visiting the Palace of Westminster, don't miss a monument absolutely no-one's heard of, 'Andrew George MP'.

Later, grab a Prescott-approved pie at the exclusive Gardiner Barry. Don't forget to write a review!

Oo look - 'Houses of Parliament' has a bed icon. Discuss.









06 February 2012

God Save the Queen

29 January 2012

Brr.

So, global cooling then. The new threat. Seems the planet hasn't warmed since 1997.

Seems only fair to tell Huhne and Gore they can stand down, that they're not actually going to burn. Oh, wait... yes they are. Mwahahaha...

Well, I can dream, can't I?

Brr. Getting chilly. Turn the heating up, love.

What? Can't afford it because of the Huhne-Gore decarbonising bills?

Sod that. I'm cold and getting colder. Go on, turn the heating up. The price is going to drop sooner than you think. I mean, Huhne's on his bike any time now and it's only a couple more years till we have LibDem-free government and the return of government by grownups.

Whaddya mean, don't I know the world's running out of oil and gas and then there's Iran...?

Tsk. Do keep up. There's billions of tons of this shale gas stuff. Everywhere. Even here. More than enough for a couple of hundred years.

Not allowed? Says who? The global warming people?

Just a minute... I'll be right back.

[Noises off: a short burst of violent destruction of metallic objects and screams of FRAAAAACK!]

Back. That's better.

So, lemme get this straight. The warble gloaming crowd who told me to turn the heating down (1) because it's heating up the entire planet... frack me, and I thought this Huhne of a bill was only for heating one house, but no, I'm heating the whole planet - that explains it... these same comedians now say it's (2) because it's getting colder so we face vastly increased demand and therefore a critical shortage of the fuels which caused global warming and never mind that they were 1) wrong about that and 2) lying in order to get their filthy hands on my tax-money and never mind that i) nothing they threatened has actually happened and now ii) it's bleeding obvious that it's not going to and although their new diagnosis is the exact reverse of their original diagnosis they're prescribing the exactly same medicine which comes in a sustainably-designed ecobottle marked
FUCK YOU. DRINK THIS.
Obey The orders
Of The World Domination League
Or We Are All Going To Die.
To which the response in the rubric is: Right-oh, mate. When is Nurse coming to take you back to your wigwam?

I say, here's an idea. Let's round up the World Fucking Domination League and hang them all. Then we'll set fire to them. Let's have an eco-pyre so fuck-off enormous that you'll be able to see it from space, big enough to warm the whole planet until we get this shale thingy going.








Prayer for the day

I gave way to despair and toppled forwards. My forehead rested on the pebbles and I felt their cold, smooth hardness. And I prayed.  'Please God,' I said. 'I am such a c**t.' My usual prayer, this, in extremis.
Thus the Greatest Living Writer* in the English language, Jeremy Clarke, in this week's Speccie, who had lost his car keys on the beach. (He found them.)

And by the way, if you think this is him, you too are a c**t.


* Absolutely not this bloke.




23 January 2012

SPQO: Senatus Populusque Olissipponis in Argentorato imperant

Norm and a vast, likeminded throng including yerumble servant rather fancy the idea of the UK inviting the imperialists of the ECHR to go fuck themselves because we're a free country and, fed up to the back teeth with their SPQR SPQO games, intend to remain so and to decide for ourselves which murdering, raping and pillaging bastards may and may not reside among us at our expense, threatening our women and children the while.

Lipsmacking prospect, I grant you.

Small problem, Norm. Illegal. 

A sine qua non of European Union membership is membership of the Council of Europe which means subscription to the European Convention on Human Rights and therefore submission to the European Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg. Senatus Populusque Olissiponis in Argentorato imperant.

To tell the ECHR to FOAD would provoke the pronouncement of anathemas upon the United Kingdom by not just the other 46 righteous and utterly saintly members of the Council of Europe but by our 'colleagues' in the European Union who would return the compliment with knobs on.

A fate worse than death, right?

The CE and the EU, with their respective supreme justiciars the European Court of Justice and the European Court of Human Rights, are not in fact co-terminous although an innocent fact-seeker visiting the website of the Council of Europe might not spot that. The EU logo devices, gold stars, royal blue house colour, etc., are all over it. Rum, eh? 














18 January 2012

Every picture

 So, points out of 10 as a potential PM? Anyone?



17 January 2012

'You and whose army?'

Adam Boulton to Ed Miliband:
'You and whose army? If you haven't got an army you're not much of a general, are you?'' 
Says it all, dunnit?



Via Guido.

POEWAS. I despise the thick lefty bugger but even I felt sorry for him. Nah, scrub that. His choice.