Fat of OUR Land
- Admin
- Sep 25, 2019
- 3 min read
Although the writer has a low opinion of the quality of political discourse in this country, sometimes the more voyeuristic type of television programme can provide some interesting insights, worthy of a short piece in our esteemed organ.
Channel 4 offered us the juicily titled ‘Tories at War’ on Sunday September 22 nd . Given Johnson’s sudden addiction to be pictured with uniformed figures, this could have been a documentary about how Tories won WW2, an analysis of how Thatcher used the deaths of 323 Argentinian sailors to save her political life or a re-staging of the D Day landings
with Gavin Williamson, Geoffrey Cox and Philip Dunne in their camouflage and tin hats. But, no, it was a fly on the wall tale of in-fighting, bad language and conflict within the existing Tory Party and some of their wealthy but repulsive supporters. This turned out to be even more blood curdling than Mark Francois wielding his bayonet in the mud of a trench.
Of course, the basis was the mess called Brexit, which has exposed splits, animosity and what seems like real hatred throughout much of the British political community. However, it’s appropriate that the programme in question was about the Tories, since Brexit was their creation, the chaos that has followed their botched referendum, the division and bad feeling that has arisen and the danger to democracy that we now see are all THEIR FAULT and they must be made to pay the price for their entitled wilfulness.
The examples of the internecine warfare presented in the programme are far too numerous to mention, here are a few choice ones:
Alan Duncan – some of the proposed (now actual) members of Johnson’s cabinet are ‘not fit to be in parliament, let alone ministers’, Priti Patel is ‘a complete and utter disgrace” and ‘the worst international development secretary we have ever had’.
Anna Soubry – our now prime minister is ‘the great charlatan’. (To be fair AS did chuck the Tories).
The writer’s favourite: Andrew Bridgen is known as ‘Spud-U-Hate’, on account of him running a potato business. (Incidentally, Spud-U-Hate is in the throes of a legal battle, involving the police, with his own companies for which accounts have not been audited or in some cases submitted.)
Examples of real ‘personal career and/or party before country’ double think, especially in the shape of the consistently inconsistent Nicky Morgan and, despite his apparent stance through the greater part of the programme, Alan Duncan.
On top of the Tory Party itself we saw the great weight – both metaphorical and actual – of the truly awful Crispin Odey, a ‘fund manager’, who is set to make his vast fortune of £775m even vaster by a no-deal Brexit.
His is the story of a classic ‘toff’, coming from that group of people who have run the country for centuries:
His grandfather was a Tory MP and a ‘formidable bully’, almost essential for a Tory MP.
Harrow was his parent’s choice of public school and not Eton. This may explain why he isn’t in Johnson’s cabinet.
His mother’s family owned a 4,000 acre estate from 1720 until 1982 when Odey had to sell it to pay his father’s debts.
Less of a wastrel than his father, he has done very well indeed in the asset managing field. This is really no more than the placing of giant bets but is accorded the status of a genuine banking activity. A clever person can make loadsamoney but create nothing, this activity is of no value to the world.
The trouble is that he uses his wealth and influence to manipulate the political direction of the whole country mainly, of late, by funding objectionable characters such as N Farage and A Banks in their Brexit project. He is also a massive contributor to the Conservative Party. Only a fool would believe that he expects nothing in return for his filthy lucre.
This is an abuse of the democratic process by a supremely privileged and entitled jerk.
I recommend a viewing of the programme to witness his careless view of the world and his clear disregard for anyone but himself. He is a Brexit supporter and therefore must represent ‘the people’ against ‘the establishment’. A bigger example of the brazen untruth of this conceit cannot be found.
In a programme with slightly less respectable credentials programme ‘The Rob Rinder Verdict’, the equally privileged and well-padded Stanley Johnson – the father of you know who – paraded his everyday racism in a typical, Johnsonian, self-promoting but nonsensical story concerning the name Mustapha. Why such a man (not to mention his son) is allowed anywhere near public life of any description, with even the humblest job, such as hospital porter, being far too honourable for such a person to hold is beyond comprehension.
Bob, your uncle.
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