Monday, 13 October 2014

November 2024

With a general election only six months away, Prime Minister Nigel Farage thought this must be the worst time ever to agree a joint UK-Indian Marshall Plan to rescue the mess that the disintegration of the Eurozone had wrought. His party's slim overall majority of four in the house would crumble as at least twenty old UKIP diehards rebelled, and he would have to depend on the twenty-five remaining Labour Party members on the opposition benches to get the measure through ...


OK, it's weak fiction. But you take the point that this is a pivotal time in British politics, a time when almost anything could happen. The stable system of 2.5 State Parties that fools like Ian Kennedy wanted to legitimise in a quasi-constitutional role by crooked fixes such as tax funding is over. Not since the Labour Party upset the cosy duopoly of the Conservatives and Liberals has the national appetite for political change been so great.

As we start another week in which even the fall of Kobane will fail to shift UKIP's Rochester campaign from the news, the dying parties must rue the day they abandoned Britain's voters for a mess of metropolitan pottage. Political change in the UK is akin to a very large, heavy flywheel; it takes a lot of effort to get it moving, but once in motion the inertia is irreversible. And as long as the speed governor that is our unwritten constitution functions correctly, it will not run away with us.

Hey ho.


Anonymous said...

I hope to god you are right..!

haddock said...

The Beginnings


"Mary Postgate" (A Diversity of Creatures)

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.

Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.

Anonymous said...

Is 'inertia' the right word here? Should it be 'momentum'?

Anonymous said...

too late.
The British that were are now very dilute, are wracked with political correctness, fleeing the cities.
Soon the BBC will declare that Shakespeare was really brown and an all white England was a myth.
And this will be believed.
Best learn Chinese.