The latest kinder, gentler politics kerfuffle is footage
of a feckless young character called Sion Rickard, a classic example of what
you get when you abandon discipline and rigour in education, suggesting that
Toryism can be educated out. Don’t you just love it when the young and unemployable
explain to those of us who pay for everything, who build everything, who take
care of everything, how society ought to work? Sion has, of course deleted his
social media presence, which announced him variously to be vacuous, flimsy,
inconsequential and arty, so the vicious Tory thugs couldn’t point and laugh.
Oops, too late. If you’re going to pop up on Jeremy
Christ’s stage and thump the tub for applause by trotting out the tired old
dogma of the Nasty Tory narrative you ought, really, to have the bottle for the
fight. He said – on education, for which he is a clearly an authoritative
spokesman: “If we give them a proper Education ...we will probably have no Tories”. Cue thunderous applause from the drooling stooges; what a shame
that the evidence shows pretty much that well-educated, gainfully employed
people eventually graduate toward the Conservative view of life.
But hey, when you are building a movement (what the hell
does that even mean?) you must never let the truth get in the way of a
piss-poor aphorism. As Dawn Butler said the other day “Better to break the law
than break the poor”; shame she missed the bit about how New-New-Labourism will
actually make the poor. Forget the statistics, forget the polls and look
at the simple reality; socialism can only ever work if everybody buys into it
and that runs counter to human nature. Rickard’s naïve dream relies on the cult-like
grooming of young minds to reject the family and adopt the tribe; the rag-tag
rabble of ‘disadvantaged’ minorities who deem themselves entitled to a share of
the producers’ output.
Jeremy Christ himself said in his sermon: “The super-rich
are on borrowed time.” No, Jeremy, their time is bought, paid for and secured
away from grasping states in offshore vaults on private islands. You will never
be able to touch the super-rich; that’s how they got that way. Those you will
go after are the lower-hanging fruit, the fruit you can squeeze, as Denis
Healey gleefully announced, until the pips squeak. This was the Chancellor who
presided over the economy and the political climate which brought about the ‘winter of discontent’. How did that go for you, Den?
I work longer hours than all of my immediate colleagues,
for which I get paid considerably more (don’t tell them!) I avoid tax by ploughing
every penny I can spare into my pension. I expect to have work until at least
70 before being able to retire with any degree of comfort. Under a Corbynite
government my thrift would be deemed ‘fat cattery’ and taxed so that others may
retire earlier. You may be able to persuade young parents that their children’s
interests lie in embracing punitive taxation on those who have accumulated some
wealth, but try taking that wealth from their grandparents.
Jesus Corbyn, Jeremy Christ...
The conclusions from the Labour 2018 Conference? That old
socialists never die and that they never learn. That the politics of envy is
alive and well and stoking the flames of class hatred anew. That the false
prophets of equality, diversity and multiculturalism put doctrine before cold,
hard truths and bellow for the nebulous rewards of ‘social justice’ from their
pulpits while having no regard to actual justice. And that there is no fool
like an old fool. I think the second coming of the Messiah may need to be postponed.
