Despite copious evidence to the contrary, rumours remain rife that Rishi Sunak is still Prime Minister and that the Conservatives are ‘in charge’ of the county. How can this be?
Like a sky diver without a parachute, some areas of the country are descending into enforced cultural enrichment the likes of which Enoch Powell could only dream of. Of course, the areas are not those where the enlightened, educated middle-classes reside. They merely vote for this stuff; they don’t have to experience it.
At the time of writing, not a single boat has been stopped from crossing the Channel, and not a single person arriving by that route has been flown to Rwanda. Precious few have been flown anywhere else.
According to Migration Watch, illegal entry to the UK by means of the Channel will reach nearly 30,000 people this year. A significant reduction since last year, mainly accounted for by the fact that we came to an agreement with Albania that we would send back their unwelcome citizens. That worked a treat; how about coming to the same agreement with some of the other countries such as Iran from whence most of our boat people come? People can hardly be blamed for wanting to leave Iran, but that does not mean they have to come here where our public services are creaking under the strain.
The above is on top of 1.2 million legal migrants arriving in the UK, while half a million people left. A net migration of nearly 700 thousand people means that we are importing the equivalent of one Newcastle annually, many with equally incomprehensible accents. Soon, we will not be able to build mosques quickly enough to accommodate them.
Even before Israel invaded Gaza, we had hordes of mindless migrants celebrating the rape, murder and mutilation of over a thousand Israelis near the border. Once Israel invaded their numbers were swelled by the loyal followers of Owen Jones who seems, at last, to have found his niche: antisemitism.
Your correspondent spent a short time in the Middle East this month where Palestinian flags, badges and collection boxes were much in evidence. Remarkably, there was no sign of fringe organisations such as Poofters for Palestine or Dykes for Damascus. And nobody had heard of Owen Jones.
Away from the migration crisis, a string of senior Conservative politicians appeared in front of the Covid-19 ‘Inquiry’ thus confirming that they were not in charge of the country then either. Rishi Sunak, his feet dangling below him as he was grilled, exceeded all expectations as he erroneously claimed nobody had questioned the pandemic policy. He said he had ‘lost’ his WhatsApp messages from the Covid years, and failed to gain any kudos for the one sensible policy he enacted: his ‘eat out to help out’ policy, which has earned him the title of ‘Dr Death’. He may have a future in his own Marvel Films franchise, he certainly has none as Prime Minister.
Sick of politics, the nation was riveted for a month to an alternative pantomime I’m a Celebrity…Get Me Out of Here, where Nigel Farage stole the show and proved his mettle as a potential future Prime Minister by eating camel penises and chewing on sheep vaginas. It’s fantastic to see democracy in action. Farage spent a prolonged period in a box full of snakes and acquitted himself with distinction. Mind you, this was no challenge to old Nige as he had already spent decades in the European Parliament.
As our most likely future leader, Keir Starmer has had his obligatory photo shoot in military uniform. The expressions on the faces of the four soldiers behind him is a study in itself. One is trying not to look directly at the camera, one clearly has a ‘not my idea’ look and the wee fella with the tin hat in the background looks like he is trying to tell those out of the shot to stop laughing. When Rishi Sunak saw the picture, he was furious and immediately demanded they find a military uniform for him to wear, but with a huge upsurge in the popularity of Action Man dolls and accoutrements at Christmas, there is absolutely nothing left in his size.
All we can look forward to is the Conservatives swapping one useless twat for another equally useless twat before they prepare for a whipping at the next general election. Things are not much better north of the border or to the west of England, where the people live in a make-believe world fuelled by subsidies largely paid for by English taxpayers in the south east of the country. Instead of doing anything useful with the money, they occupy themselves with the fantasy that genitals no longer maketh the man (or woman).
So, we stumble into 2024 leaderless, rudderless and without map or compass. Happy New Year!
Roger Watson is a retired academic, editor and writer. He is a columnist with Unity News Network and writes regularly for a range of conservative journals including The Salisbury Review and The European Conservative. He has travelled and worked extensively in the Far East and the Middle East. He lives in Kingston upon Hull, UK.
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