SO, YOU thought things couldn’t get any worse than living under the tone-deaf, nasally robotic and emotionally sterile Keir Starmer, huh? I reckon by the end of this week you might have another think coming.
Starmer was elected in a landslide despite admitting he’d rather live under a world government than a British one, following a visit to the World Economic Forum’s annual knees-up at Davos. We can’t say we weren’t warned. True, he lies through his back teeth on everything from his fake policies to – I suspect – his choice of ‘friends’, but tell me the last Prime Minister who didn’t. Maggie, perhaps?
As for his Chancellor of the Exchequer, Rachel from Accounts? She may be just about qualified to top up the A4 paper in the department’s photocopier, but that’s about it. She can’t even manage to dye her hair the same colour for two weeks running and those baggy eyes suggest she cries herself to sleep every night. Looking at the parlous state of our benighted economy, so she should.
And so, it can’t get worse? If, as is increasingly predicted, Andy Burnham gets to ride his coronation coach and horses to Westminster on Friday and his first announcement is the replacement of Reeves with the wobble-gobbed loon that is Ed Miliband, I promise you, friends and countrymen, it immediately will.
To consider Burnham briefly: he came to power in Manchester just a couple of weeks before the terror bombing of the Ariana Grande concert in May 2017. It gave him a great stage for meaningless platitudes of community peace and harmony which included (and still does) nine years of staunchly refusing to tackle the pervasive rape gangs infesting swathes of his fiefdom.
Burnham certainly wasn’t going anywhere near the governance of Manchester Arena bomber Salman Abedi’s resident Didsbury Mosque, exposed within days by Tommy Robinson, doubled-down on by the BBC a year later, and eventually in 2023 by the official inquiry. The Greater Manchester mayor has held his nose at any association with such inconveniences, instead revelling in his imagined ‘King of the North’ status. No matter that the reality is that Burnham merely rode other people’s waves as private equity and smart investment raised much of the city from its Coronation Street-style knees.
But Miliband given the keys to the Treasury, while undoubtedly retaining his serpentine grip on the disastrous, ruinous Net Zero lunacy? The only people still clinging to the myth of Net Zero’s affordability, necessity or even possibility (it’s utterly, physically impossible) are those such as Miliband and his cohorts, who actually profit from it. When our economy collapses in on itself, people impoverished and businesses destroyed, Miliband will symbolically wash his hands like Pontius Pilate. No doubt upon our national ruin he will simply pontificate that we didn’t do enough, fast enough. All our fault again.
If Miliband is celebrating Burnham’s return to Parliament on Friday – and presumably elevation to No 10 by the end of summer – I can picture one other politician punching the air in celebration, at least while there are no cameras in sight. I refer to Rupert Lowe MP, leader of Restore Britain and owner of possibly the biggest ego in UK politics, surpassing even his despised foe Nigel Farage.
Make no mistake, if Burnham prevails over Reform UK in Makerfield it will be because Lowe was the iceberg to Farage’s so far smooth-cruising Titanic. I prefer not to put too much faith in opinion polls for many reasons, not least of which is my own inclination to tell them a porky if confronted. I like Lowe’s inquisitive nature, his commitment to Parliamentary scrutiny, his powerful stances on so many issues we the people consider elemental to our civilisational survival.
But? But Restore’s essentially diminutive profile, while being whipped up on social media by Lowe to imagined heavyweight status, will do essentially nothing except sink local Reform candidate and humble plumber Robert Kenyon. Every vote Restore and Lowe strips away from Reform is a coded vote for Burnham. And although Lowe roundly blanks-out his erstwhile ally Farage, I can’t help but feel he’s every bit as motivated by bringing the man down as he is by his own fledgling party’s success.
In terms of the United Kingdom’s greater good, an otherwise inconsequential by-election in a part of Greater Manchester few had even heard of a scant couple of months ago could symbolically be the first domino in a long-standing line to be flicked over. It is and will continue to make for horror-movie style viewing. You can hardly bear to peep through the fingers clasped over your face as personal vanities on one hand, and disastrous socialist dogma on the other, combine to escalate the downfall of our once-proud United Kingdom. Desperate times indeed.
