This week I caught up with the Brexit Party on the EU elections campaign trail and was hugely impressed by the Blitzkrieg operation I saw. Any new party that can field candidates as strong as Ann Widdecombe (formerly a senior minister in John Major’s Conservative government) and Roger Lane-Nott (a retired rear-admiral who commanded the submarine HMS Splendid during the Falklands War) clearly deserves to be taken seriously.
Widdecombe and Lane-Nott had come to a meet-the-candidates event held at Highcliffe Castle in Dorset on the south coast of England. They went down a storm with prospective voters. The event was so popular that there wasn’t space to fit everyone in — until Widdecombe personally intervened to help squeeze in all the well-wishers who’d been denied entrance.
The Guardian newspaper has decided to change the name ‘global warming’ because it doesn’t sound scary enough. From now on, the Guardian‘s editor-in-chief Kath Viner has ordered, ‘global warming’ is to be called ‘global heating.’
‘Repeat after me, gentlemen: “Thank you for not letting me into your Oxbridge college because I belong to the wrong social class and I have been too well taught.’’’
I do hope they include this catechism in the new ‘gratitude’ lessons that they’re about to introduce at Eton. They should do because it’s true. Across the country, private school parents who have scrimped and saved about £40,000 a year for fees are increasingly finding that their sacrifice is being rewarded by near-automatic Oxbridge rejection for their blameless offspring.
And who is speaking out against this class war-driven injustice? Almost no one.
“Wouldn’t it be worth five years of Labour lunacy just to give British conservatism the kick up the arse it needs?” a correspondent asks me.
I know that many of us have harboured similar mischievous thoughts from time to time.
Part of me just longs to see all those earnest Momentum kids who think the only problem with communism is that it hasn’t been tried properly yet suddenly reduced by Comrade McDonnell’s economic policies to eating their family cat.
But the price we’d pay for such merriment, unfortunately, is that whatever new conservative movement emerged from the ruins would be building on rubble and ashes: five years of Labour would simply destroy Britain.
Take Corbyn’s energy and environment policies, which have been leaked to the press.
Helena Morrissey is one of the smartest cookies in UK finance, whom I particularly admire because she has achieved her success without playing the identity politics game or indeed indulging in feminist political correctness of any kind.
What Morrissey says about how “the market” is feeling about the Conservative party rings very true. It’s a Daenerys and Jon Snow moment: the love has gone and nothing the wounded, bereft party does from now on can ever rekindle it.
It’s time our politicians came clean on climate change. We need to know exactly where they stand. Are they for
a) junk science, cooked books, rigged data, old people dying in fuel poverty, landscapes trashed and wildlife slaughtered by bat-chomping bird-slicing eco-crucifixes, enriched crony capitalists, higher taxes, green ideologues making the rules, economic stagnation, wealth redistribution, brainwashed kids, academic corruption, the decline of the West?
b) economic growth, the scientific method, cheap energy, rising standards of living, deregulation, freedom, liberty, abundance, conservation, nature, prosperity, limited government?
You can be one or the other but you can’t be both any more than you can be half pregnant.
And it’s time we stopped indulging those politicians, especially on the conservative side of the argument, who pretend you can.
This is why I praised Nigel Farage for his sensible response at the weekend to a climate change question by a BBC interviewer.
Nigel Farage just totally destroyed a BBC interviewer on TV this morning. And, in doing so, Farage reminded us exactly why his Brexit Party is flying so high in the polls, why he’s being tipped as a future prime minister, and why the current shambles of a Conservative party is so inadequate to the task of beating him…
Interviewer Andrew Marr began by making the huge mistake of treating Farage like the BBC treats all politicians to the right of Lenin: with unutterable contempt, as if he were a dangerous idiot with wacky views which no civilised person could possibly hold.
Marr began (from a long list of “gotcha” questions designed to make Farage look like an extremist) with climate change:
‘Unfunny, boring and utterly unrelenting,’ says the Guardian’s one-star review of Chris Lilley’s new sketch series Lunatics (Netflix). And if that’s not incentive enough, our woke critical chum goes on to declare the series ‘problematic’. That’s a weaselly way of saying ‘this triggered all my snowflake sensitivities’ but in such a way as to make it sound like a loftily objective judgment.
In truth, Lunatics is only problematic if a) you have no sense of humour and b) you’d prefer all comedy to be politically correct, inoffensive and utterly devoid of satirical edge.
Cambridge University, formerly a respected seat of learning, has booted out a young scholar for daring to champion the cause of free inquiry. Dr Noah Carl was a graduate research student at St Edmund’s College, Cambridge.
According to a statement initially released by the college but now deleted from its website, Dr Carl had his research fellowship terminated because his work was “problematic”.
The statement claimed:
“The poor scholarship of this problematic body of Dr Carl’s work, among other things, meant that it fell outside any protection that might otherwise be claimed for academic freedom of speech.”
“…the panel found that, in the course of pursuing this problematic work, Dr Carl had collaborated with a number of individuals who were known to hold extremist views. There was a serious risk that Dr Carl’s appointment could lead, directly or indirectly, to the College being used as a platform to promote views that could incite racial or religious hatred, and bring the College into disrepute.”
These claims are, of course, self-serving, disingenuous, and quite possibly libellous nonsense.