(0629) Morning all. Health update … I’m all right but dodged a bullet … it only reinforces all the precepts and practices which keep a person alive and stay away from those which run down and kill. Not particularly wonky but very, very careful all the same. Have a good Sunday.
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1. This was at Lord Toby’s site this morning
“We are about to witness an implosion in British politics with a real risk that we will reach entirely the wrong conclusion. Keir Starmer is already a lame duck Prime Minister but – like many who hold that office – he is stubborn and thus likely to stagger on until the untenability of his position is punched into him by his Parliamentary colleagues.
Starmer’s political obituary will read that he misled Parliament (or at best was economical with the truth), that he ran a No. 10 operation that was out of control and alienated many of his own MPs, that his judgement on the big decisions he was actually willing to take (few in number) was deeply flawed and that his unpopularity with the British public led his party to electoral oblivion….”
It’s quite possible to identify stances, reactions from pundits which identify their own predilections, their own refusal to see … and there is no fool like an old fool who flatly refuses to see. Such things are exacerbated by, for example, the M25 bubble, by northern city bubbles, by town and country.
Take, for example, GB News which project’s straight Reform sensibilities … no reality please, we’re staying in our Alex woman comfort zone … Rupert to these people is gauche, rough, rural … way too much reality. Or is seen as a closet Tory (landed).
Middle-class people, esp. southern women, vastly prefer a nicely nice style, nothing blunt trauma please … sleepwalking into a Reform govt which was anointed long ago by the deep state … kabuki theatre, melodrama, with Starmer blacker than black and Nige with the numbers, tailoring policy to suit the latest crisis and undercutting the main opposition to them … Restore.
And so the Old Britain sleepwalks to oblivion, hankering for an ex-Britain in which no one has the wherewithal to restore it. Unless something jolts the middling normies … something like the Falklands perhaps?
























