Michael Gove is dead to me. As a friend I will always love and cherish him. But as a politician, he has lost every last scintilla of my respect.
Yes, he was a brave and committed Education Secretary; yes, he is probably the most literate, charming, polite, well-read, thoughtful, and eloquent senior members of Theresa May’s generally rubbish Government; but in his current role as Secretary of State for the Department for Environment, Food & Rural Affairs (DEFRA) his performance has been utterly shaming. And cowardly. And dangerous.
Of all the forces seeking to undermine Britain right now — its economic growth, its liberties, its intellectual and moral probity, its traditions of responsible limited government, its conservative values — the Green Blob is one of the deadliest.
British Labour Opposition leader Jeremy Corbyn and his leftist allies have gone strangely quiet about Venezuela. Not so long ago they were praising the glorious, heroic Chavez regime to the rooftops. What can possibly have changed?
Well, partly it’s the awkward fact that, as all Communist regimes do, Venezuela has collapsed into starvation, brutality, and chaos.
Mainly it’s down to the even more awkward fact that what Hugo Chavez did to Venezuela is pretty much exactly what Corbyn and his cronies plan to do to Britain.Think it could never happen in the land of Magna Carta?
Then I urge you to read this exposéby Giles Udy in Standpoint of the Corbynista template for effecting Communist revolution in Britain.
It’s all spelled out in a manifesto called Britain’s Road to Socialism — essentially the operations manual for the Communist Party of Britain which has close ties with the Labour leadership.
It’s so furious, in fact, that it has had to invent a whole new insult to capture the magnitude of its rage against the people it used to call “deniers.”
People claim Trump said not one word about climate change but that's false. He celebrated the US being the world's "No. 1" oil and gas producer. And the house cheered – they cheered for the knowing destabilization of the planet. Don't call them deniers, they are arsonists.
As I mentioned last week, never have I seen a documentary so utterly damning of the EU project, the ruthless technocrats who run it and the complicit politicians who keep their reluctant citizens enslaved within it. Yet amazingly, it was made with these people’s full consent.
Christmas has come unusually early this year for British climate sceptics thanks to a magnificent scoop by the Mail on Sunday‘s David Rose.
The headline reads:
Tory peer in £600,000 conflict of interest: Climate Change chief John Gummer faces calls to quit over payments from ‘green businesses’ to his family firm where daughter he famously fed a beef burger during the height of the BSE crisis is a director.
If anything, this is even better than it first sounds.
Of the many dodgy geezers in Britain’s Climate Industrial Complex, few are either so influential or conduct their watermelon politicking with such fanatical zeal as the egregious John Gummer.
Gummer — or Lord Deben as he is now known, having been ennobled in 2010 — is chairman of the British government’s Climate Change Committee. Probably no advisory body has been more active than the CCC in pushing forward the green policies which have done so much damage to the British environment and economy, put so much money into the pockets of rent-seeking troughers, and driven up the cost of living, hurting the poorest hardest.
All this from a man who makes a big deal of being both a Conservative and a Christian.
‘Brexit plan to evacuate the Queen’, shrieks the headline of the Sunday Times. This is a new low for Project Fear
The propaganda campaign — conducted by Britain’s Deep State with generous financial support from the likes of George Soros (who has donated at least £400,000 to the campaign to derail Brexit) — has attempted to frighten us with threats of everything from an outbreak of super-strong venereal disease to a collapse in the supply of drinkable water.
Now they’re so desperate they are roping in the royals.According to the story:
The Queen and other senior royals will be evacuated from London in the event of riots triggered by a no-deal Brexit under secret plans being drawn up by Whitehall.
Oh yeah? So “secret” that a “Cabinet Office source” has felt compelled to get them splashed all over page one of Britain’s bestselling broadsheet newspaper.
If this really were a leak of any importance there would be an inquiry as to the whistleblower and heads would roll. But none of this will happen, of course, because a) the plan is not secret or important, and b) its only purpose is to generate scare-headlines like the one the Sunday Times has duly trotted out on behalf of the Remain propaganda machine.
“These emergency evacuation plans have been in existence since the Cold War, but have now been repurposed in the event of civil disorder following a no deal Brexit,” a Cabinet Office source told the Sunday Times.
If you want to understand almost everything that is wrong with the world right now a good place to start is the underground car park beneath the European Parliament building in Brussels.
There you will find rank on rank of shiny black limousines — Mercedes and Volvos, mostly hybrids because “climate change” — waiting with their polite, smartly dressed and no doubt well remunerated staff drivers to ferry the 751 Members of the European Parliament [MEPs] wheresoever they please at a moment’s notice, free of charge.
“Nice job if you can get it!”, you’ll think to yourself. Add up the basic pay and the daily allowance you get for just turning up, and your salary approaches £140,000. On top of that you’ve got your lavish expenses and the even more generous budget you get for your office staff. Oh, and the huge, ring-fenced pension on top of that.
You can totally see why people might go native in this environment. Even if you came as an ardent Eurosceptic, rightly cognisant of the appalling wastefulness, corruption, and meddling pointlessness which are the very essence of the EU, I reckon it would be hugely tempting after a few months of all this free stuff to persuade yourself that actually what MEPs do is really important and that the taxpayers of Europe are much better off forking out billions of Euros for the privilege of being members of this vital institution.
Thirteen dead after historic deep freeze blasts the Midwest and record-breaking -30F temperatures linger as the cold snap moves into the Northeast, causing travel chaos with 2,300 canceled flights https://t.co/7q9VlBBTTdpic.twitter.com/qOCmQ3Th8z
Plus: I really hope Netflix’s Sex Education is not the future of TV.
Boy often likes to rebuke me for having impossibly high standards when it comes to TV. ‘Why can’t you just enjoy it?’ he says. This is disappointing. One reason I ruined myself to give him an expensive education is so I wouldn’t have to share my viewing couch with a drooling moron happy to gawp at any old crap. Worse, whenever I try to draw his attention to stuff I consider to be extra specially worth watching — Fauda, Babylon Berlin, etc. — he rejects it because it has been tainted by my recommendation.
So the next brilliant thing he won’t get to see is Gomorrah (Sky). This relentlessly dour and violent series about the Camorra mob in Naples is now filming its fourth season, but because I’ve come to it late I’m still only on the first. What I so love about it — essentially my criterion for all great art — is the ruthless, uncompromising integrity of its vision.
European Parliament, Brussels, BELGIUM:Delingpole here. I’m on a mission inside the belly of the beast to find out how our European Union friends are taking the latest news on Brexit.
Short answer: they’re in denial.
Brexit is almost certainly going to happen; the chances that parliament will be able to derail it are growing slimmer; and No Deal – unless Prime Minister Theresa May can cobble something together in the form of a new Withdrawal Agreement negotiated with Brussels – is how Britain will leave the EU on March 29.
But here, in the European Parliament, is what chief EU negotiator Michel Barnier had to say: