D-Day +3
“The people have spoken, the bastards”.
Dick Tuck’s concession speech following his loss in the 1966 California Senate.
And so we wait another day to find out who will be our next Prime Minister. Astonishingly, if we don’t have a new one by Monday morning then Jim Knight, Mike O’Brien, Shahid Malik, Vera Baird, Angela Smith, and Ann Keen – who all lost their seats on Thursday – will still be reporting for work as Ministers. Badger Eyebrows will be flying to Brussels to sign up to a multi-billion bailout of the Euro despite the fact that we had the common sense to stay well away from it (or so we thought). It’s being done under majority voting because the EU have called their currency a “natural disaster“*. A position which will be supported by likely incoming Chief Secretary of the Treasury Vince “I predicted 17 of the last 2 recessions” Cable. Sums it up, really.
For all those who think that this is outrageous, you’re going to love PR…
* Article 122 of the EU Constitution Lisbon Treaty – the thing everybody promised us a referendum on.
Sorry, but the whole thing is absolutely marvellous. For a few days, at least, we have a government by the people who really know how to run the country ie Sir Humphrey and his like. ‘Beetle-brows’, as you rather unkindly call darling Darling, is completely constrained in what he can do in Brussels (so he can’t promise any of ‘our’ money). If we can no longer have wonderful politicians such as Douglas Hogg, Anthony Steen, Neil and Christine Hamilton et al running the place (and .. er .. spending our money) then let’s leave it to the people who really know how to do it. See wine column for further details of what needs to be done.
Unsurprising that you believe that civil servants know best, but you know how delighted I was to hear that your postal vote didn’t make it in time. Royal Mail, eh? I’ll confess (possibly for the first time ever) that it has its plus points.
Offered the alternatives of Hogg or Harperson, Anthony Steen or Jacqui Smith, I know which ones I’d prefer to see buried up to their necks at the low water mark. Civil servants are required only because someone has to physically do the digging.