Professor Sir Roger Scruton, Britain’s greatest living philosopher, has been sacked from his job as chairman of the government’s Building Better Building Beautiful Commission, after making ‘unacceptable’ remarks on subjects including Islam, the Chinese and George Soros in an interview with a left-wing magazine.
Sir David Attenborough, doyen of wildlife TV, has been accused of manufacturing ‘tragedy porn’ after misrepresenting footage of walruses plunging to their deaths over a cliff on his Netflix latest nature series Our Planet. The show’s footage of ‘desperate’ walruses clinging to the cliff top before tumbling hundreds of feet onto the rocks below attracted widespread publicity.
“We need stricter internet regulation — the strictest in the world!” said no normal person in Britain ever.
Yet this, by the looks of it, is what we’re about to have dumped on us by Culture Secretary Jeremy Wright, with the enthusiastic support of Home Secretary Sajid Javid.
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Over 20,000 people represents a pretty sizeable polling sample. And 92 percent is a significant majority of Conservative voters who will be seeking to punish their own party in the likely Euro elections by voting for one of their more strongly Eurosceptic rivals — either Nigel Farage’s Brexit Party (the only other option offered in this ad hoc poll) or UKIP.
The Conservatives are going to get creamed if and when the next Euro elections happen, of that there’s no question. Their natural constituency won’t easily forgive the party for betraying Brexit in the way that Theresa May and her Cabinet of Remainers have done.
But the bigger question is: what will happen when Conservative voters’ loyalties are tested in a general election?
It’s a very important question because on the answer depends the fate of Britain.
For the last few days I’ve been fighting a running battle on Twitter with Corbynistas over a mocking Tweet in which I made light of their Dear Leader, the Magic Grandpa.
The BBC has attacked Jacob Rees Mogg-for the alleged crime of quoting a stirring speech on Brexit by the co-leader of Germany’s AfD party. I mention this storm-in-a-teacup for two main reasons.
First, so that you can see — if you haven’t already — the truly inspirational, hard-hitting, and deadly accurate speech delivered in the Bundestag last month by Alternative für Deutschland co-leader Alice Weidel. Weidel is an interesting character: lesbian; economics graduate; spent six years working in China for the Bank of China (where she learned to speak Mandarin); fiercely critical of Angela Merkel’s immigration policy (“Donald Trump said that Merkel is insane and I absolutely agree with that”); supports German membership of the European Union but thinks Germany should withdraw from the single currency; very anti-political correctness…
Here’s a taste of her speech, which began with an attack on Angela Merkel — whom she blames for the mishandling of Brexit:
Frau Chancellor, you spoke about the uncertainty that Brexit will bring. Not that we have learned anything new. It was just the usual phrases mixed with some valerian.
[Valerian is what a lot of Germans drink in their herbal tea to help them go to sleep…]
Gosh, it’s depressing watching the natural party of government committing slow-motion suicide. It’s depressing even if you’re not, as I am, an instinctive and more or less lifelong Conservative. What it means is that Britain is on the verge of losing its most effective, tried-and-tested prophylactic against the misery of socialism. Sure, there are lots of other parties competing to perform this function: Ukip; the Brexit party; the SDP; For Britain. But will any of them be able to do enough to avert the dread possibility of a regime led by Jeremy Corbyn?
Let me first explain why I know that the Conservatives are doomed. It’s not so much to do with their sabotage of Brexit, appalling though that has been, as it is with what they’re promising to do if and when Theresa May ever goes.
There were those who thought that Theresa May never had it in her: that she was just too charmlessly dull, too grindingly, maddeningly tediously vanilla, too robotically ordinary to clinch the title.
And the competition was so stiff too: From Lord North, the prime minister who lost the American colonies, to Anthony Eden, the fellow responsible for our abject humiliation at Suez; from Tony Blair, the simpering perma-tanned spiv who took us into the Iraq War on a false prospectus, put thought crime on the statute books, and transformed Britain into nirvana for lefty human rights lawyers and SJW cry bullies, to Gordon Brown, the curmudgeonly loser at the helm during the last crash; not forgetting circus clown John Major and dodgy Harold Wilson and Grocer Heath, the creepy chipster who dragged us into the Common Market on yet another false prospectus; then there’s Atlee the hideously overrated Socialist who gave us our Stalinist healthcare system and Chamberlain, who thought he’d solved Hitler by waving that piece of paper… On and on the list of shame goes.
A bunch of scrawny green activists – naked save for their reeky faux-leather thongs and patina of sweat, patchouli oil and essence of tofu – has invaded the House of Commons to demand that something be done about climate change.
This is so wrong.
If any one at all has the right to protest against Britain’s environmental policies, it’s not that tiny minority of green activists whose warped and ignorant opinion is forever being sought by our sad, desperate and craven political class. Rather, it’s the vast majority of us who are sick to the craw of being over-taxed, over-regulated and over-propagandised in the name of a non-existent problem.
Anyway, it’s a trick question. The correct answer, at least it is for me after watching The Beatles: Made on Merseyside (BBC4, Friday), is Pete Best — the drummer who got ousted just before the band got big because he was too good-looking, too quiet and, some say, because Brian Epstein couldn’t handle his mum’s pushiness.