Friday 8 May 2015

A massive slap in the face for virtue-signalling slebs, Guardian scribblers, lefty pollsters and the BBC

I bailed out just before that glorious Ed Balls result - but it was the first thing I thought about when I woke up just before midday. If my hip hadn't been giving me gyp, I swear I'd have danced a jig at the news of this wretched man's throughly deserved defeat. It’s a shame he never got to spend any time in prison, but being thrown out by his constituents will serve almost as well as punishment for the man who did so much to bring the UK economy to its knees.

My only real regret is that Nigel Farage didn’t get in (he deserved to) and that UKIP didn’t end up with half a dozen seats as a reward for gaining over 12% of the popular vote (they came second in 120 seats, poor things). But, even allowing for the vast coalition of “progressive” forces ranged against him, Farage didn’t mount a particularly good campaign. He evidently isn’t a well man, and the usual bounce just wasn’t there:  elections require cosmic levels of energy from party leaders, and poor old Farage just didn’t have enough of it.  He said more sensible things and came up with better policies than all the other party leaders combined, and his party massively increased its share of the vote, so he retires with his head held high, having secured us the promise of an in/out EU referendum. (Thanks, old bean, and concentrate on your health.)

I’m not a huge fan of David Cameron, but I think everyone on the right of the political spectrum simply has to set aside their justifiable distaste for his social democrat leanings, his toying with cultural Marxism, his refusal to repudiate left-wing nostrums with gusto – and just say well done.  Even if Labour had held on to all of their Scottish seats, the Tories would still have achieved a working majority.  Again – given the forces ranged against Cameron – that’s one hell of an achievement. Yes, luck played a part – but it often does: after all, the Falklands came to Mrs. Thatcher’s rescue.

Congratulations are also due to the people of England (and parts of Wales).  You’ve been hectored and brainwashed and had fingers wagged in your faces by the massed forces of The Enlightened for five long years – and you have refused to be cowed. For instance, on the night before the election, the BBC’s broadcast the latest instalment of the detective series, Inspector George Gently, which I’ve singled out before as a classic example of liberal leftist brainwashing (here). Every week, Gently – who, despite his lower-class accent and a lifetime in the force, displays all the self-righteous sensitivity of a modern Islingtonian Guardian reader – demonstrates how primitive and brutal and right-wing we all were back in the late ‘60s. Each episode centres on a specific problem dear to left-wing hearts, and then proceeds to blame wicked Conservatives for it. This week we got a vile Swiss company which had deliberately kept open an asbestos-ridden Northumbrian factory, despite knowing that it was killing the workers and their kiddies. All the business folk were heartless bastards. Their lawyers were posh London shysters (the hatred of “posh” people is pretty nigh pathological). At one point, Gently reveals that one of the people connected with the business has donated half a million pounds – “to the Tories, inevitably.”  This went out the day before a general election. So cocksure has the BBC become that this sort of naked party political propagandising doesn’t even register with them any longer – after all, everyone knows that people who support right-wing parties are compassionless, amoral scum, don't they?

Similarly, pollsters – most of whom are urban left-wingers – managed to repeat their mistake of 1992 by allowing their own political prejudices to infect their results. As with the BBC, I’m sure they didn’t mean to – but somewhere along the line, either in the way they framed their questions or in the way they interpreted their data, they allowed their subconscious desire for a Labour victory to corrupt their findings.  The way that all the polls came together at the last moment to show the two main parties neck and neck, when the Tories in fact had a lead of over 6%, was really rather sinister. The disbelief of the politicians and pundits on TV when the results of the massive exit poll were revealed was hilarious. English voters seem to have ignored the polls - or decided to stick two fingers up to them.

As for all those left-wing pundits who’ve spent the last six weeks trying to convince us  that a strong Labour showing was pretty much inevitable – well, the English electorate evidently didn't like that message, and they certainly won’t next time, so you might as well save your breath.

And I think we can all now agree that celebrity endorsements – whether from left-wing actors or “comedians” – probably has a detrimental effect on a party’s prospects. Whether it was Steve Coogan or Martin Freeman or Eddie Izzard (lathered in make-up and prancing about in a frock in Glasgow - good call!), the public simply ignored them – after all, who the hell are these preening, cosseted multi-millionaires to tell anyone how they should vote? In the case of Russell Brand – possibly the silliest, most footling sleb ever to have endorsed a major political party – I suspect his intervention will have cost Labour quite a few votes: just how stupid and vacuous do they think we are? (I particularly enjoyed this tweet from Michael Deacon: "CELEBRITY CHARLATANS. Want to influence the electorate? Why not try doing so before the deadline for voter registration you shrieking moron?" - and this Spectator article by Brendan O'Neill) The next time Labour get a call from some self-important bleeding-heart joke-purveyor, I suggest they put the phone down on them sharpish.

English voters absorbed cosmic helpings of overt and subliminal pressure to vote for a goofy North London dweeb - and voted resolutely for the Tories or UKIP instead.  God bless them for their sheer bloody-mindedness and common sense. This wasn’t so much a ringing endorsement of David Cameron or his party as a refusal to bend the knee to The Anointed.

10 comments:

  1. Earlier today, I found myself wondering what will Ed Balls do, now he is out of a job?

    Does anyone know if the thuggish clown actually has any skills that might earn him a living?

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    1. Speech therapist? Dietician? Accountant? Olympic-class CAUC?

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  2. This is one of the best post-election reviews I've ever read.
    Ed Balls could apply for a job at the United Nations to speed up aid money into the pockets of third world tyrants.

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    1. Thank you! Balls certainly has an excellent track record of pissing away humungous quantities of taxpayers' cash on the undeserving, so you could be right.

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  3. Pianist? No wait - he's not much good at that either.

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    1. But I bet he's brilliant on the fiddle.

      Boom boom!

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  4. Elections throw up all sorts of anomalies but there can be little to beat this year's gold medal winner in the ousting of Labour's Shadow Foreign Secretary Douglas Alexander by a 20 year old student.
    Mhairi Black is in her final year at Glasgow University reading politics, which, by any calculation, means she has never had the time to have a proper job. She might be a bright, precocious, determined, devoted, political prodigy but it calls into question the judgement of the selection procedure at SNP head office.......yet she turned over a 16,000 Labour majority. Quite extraordinary.
    Is this proof of considered decision-making by the electorate or a response to a tidal wave of nationalistic fervour?

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    1. I think it's proof that Scotland really has gone stark, staring mad, and that the hard left is determined to infantilise our poilitics. One of the reasons I am so delighted that Labour lost was Miliband's pledge to give the vote to 16 and 17-year olds - I mean, for God's sake! Personally, I'd like to see a minimum voting age of 25.

      I presume the SNP's selction procedure was based on the certainty that most of their candidates didn't have a hope of getting in, so it didn't really matter who they were. Wait till they discover that, despite having 57 MPs, they won't be able to influence anything when they get to Westminster - wee Mhairi will be stamping her wee foot in frustration and writing angry emails to her local MP - oh, hang on, she IS her local MP!

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  5. Brilliant. Thank you for sharing your considerable insight.

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