May 2007: The Choice of 313 Labour MPs.
Now they try to deny their complicity

Having been out and about last week, seeing a man about a dog, I have, perforce, missed the immediacy of The Ovine & The Bovine on the Labour benches having to contemplate the approach of their trip to the electoral abattoir. The cheering thing is that 313 of these numpties voted for the means of their own destruction.

There is, of course, a long way to go as yet. The Conservative Party still has the ability to lose the next general election by committing some act of stupendous idiocy or by letting Labour back into the game. It could slump back into complacent mode and assume that the result is a foregone conclusion and allow McStalin and his band of seriously nincompoop ministers to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

That said it is hard to see how the singularly over-rated Brown can recover. It is blindingly evident that the British public, which allowed itself to be gulled by Smuggo, the smarmy snake-oil salesman who invented the flatulence that is ‘New Labour’, has now been thoroughly aroused to the price they are having to pay for no significant improvement in education, health and other public services at which Labour has been bunging billions of pounds the last eleven years.

Blair was, of course, a confidence trickster of some skill. He managed to create the illusion that he inhabited the centre ground of British politics and that he and the Labour Party had ‘changed’ from being a bunch of tax & spend redistributive socialists into nice moderate social democrats. He was able to do so by having as his ‘straight man’ the rather weird, geeky and, frankly, scary Gordon as the mobster enforcer who ran his protection racket for him – ‘give us your money or you will have the tories back’ – leaving him to do the nice smiley ‘I’m a straight kind of guy’ routine.

In the last twelve months, however, the British electorate has woken up to the reality of what has been going on since 1997: the looting of the productive part of the nation to feed a fat, wastrel, unproductive client state which has simply blown the lot on living beyond its means. Such is the lesson we have to undergo every few years. Unfortunately it is a lesson which always comes to the same unhappy conclusion, which is: they spend, we pay.

And the paying always goes on until we are broke, which is where we are now, given that the electoral bribes to keep McStalin in office can no longer be afforded out of the kitty but are having to be paid for by sinking the United Kingdom ever further into debt.

The only remarkable thing has been the swiftness and the savagery of the moment of retribution. The people have worked out that Brown is, in fact, a one-trick 1970s era pony who has devised a wide range of ever more crafty and secretive ways to loot the earnings and savings of the public and who spends, spends, spends without caring overmuch on how it is spent or making sure it is spent wisely in the cause of getting value for money.

Now the spin from The Ovine & The Bovine is that our current problems are nothing to do with them and may be laid at the door of events which have happened in far away countries: the US sub-prime mortgage crisis, the rising price of oil, food prices and so forth. If, which is denied, any part of our troubles is home-grown, then it is all the fault of Gordon Brown and has nothing to do with Labour generally nor with them in particular.

As John Rentoul, who is not exactly ill-disposed towards Labour, observes, all but a couple of handfuls of Labour’s MPs are jointly and severally liable for the ordure in which they have landed the nation. Three hundred and thirteen of them signed Brown’s nomination papers last year when they loudly and vociferously proclaimed him to be the towering political figure of the age. They kept on so doing until they he marched them close to the top of the hill of a general election in the autumn of last year.

At that point McStalin, like the bully he is, messed his pants and ran away when he contemplated that which he avoids at all costs: a real fight and the prospect of defeat. In the intervening eight months it has slowly dawned on the dimwits that make up the Parliamentary Labour Party that their hero now has to pop the future national wealth and income at the pawnshop simply in order to find the next bung for the electorate. Unfortunately the electorate has also come to the same conclusion and is suddenly very keen to dispense with such profligacy.

I shall stick my neck out.

Brown is likely to be the PM at the next election: who, after all, being of sound mind and discretion would want to volunteer to drive the tumbrill to the guillotine and to supervise the despatch of large swathes of his or her colleagues (I say ‘her’ as I read one piece last week which pondered on the possibility of Chief Lemon Sucker Harriet Harperson being a candidate: oh please, please, let it be so! Then I will go and put a £1000 on Labour having less than 100 MPs after the next election). He is psychologically incapable of the sort of change that might enable him to persuade the British people that he is the man for the job and he will lead his party to a monumental defeat come 2010. He is, in short, toast.

The worrying thing is that he still has two years in which to inflict yet more grievous damage to the body politic of our nation. He so loathes the Conservative party that he is quite capable of trashing the house before handing over the keys. If that is so, then the Tories must start their next government by giving the British people a detailed account of Labour’s conduct between no and 2010 so that there can be no claims in the future that any successes by the Tories are in fact because of Brown’s prudent handling of the nation’s affairs.

Whilst I remain deeply uneasy at the Butskellite tendencies of David Cameron, the Tories remain a far better option for the nation than the labour Looters who have acquired such a taste for spending other people’s money. The day of their humiliation and utter rejection cannot come quickly enough.