So there’s going to be a General Election in Britishland on Jul 4. From all accounts, it will be the date on which Britain declared its independence… from sane government.
This is because at the moment, polling suggests that the “Conservative” Party is going to get its ass handed to them, while the Raving Loony Labour Party is going to come to office promising all sorts of the usual Commie bullshit (Tax Teh Rich©, Nationalize Everything© etc.), as well as all the other issues so beloved of modern-day socialists: absolute belief and support for Global Warming Climate Cooling Change©, ditto for The Great Cultural Assimilation Project©, not to mention the Encourage Lawlessness Principle©.
Don’t be surprised to see the Brexit Referendum overturned either, whereupon Britishland will once again become part of the Fourth Reich©.
I know that The Englishman is utterly despondent about all this; I tried to contact Mr. Free Market on the topic, but he is incommunicado — no doubt busily trying to organize domicile in Monaco or Bermuda to escape the looming catastrophe. As for the Sorensons, I do recall hearing a while back some mutterings about the advantages of life in Spain, so maybe they’re also ummm exploring their options. Or, in a recent email from Mrs. Sor (a.k.a. The Catholic):
“You might find me and Himself as neighbors if the Conservatives lose…”
I don’t even want to think about how much I’d love that.
My other Brit Readers, of course, are welcome to share their feelings on the topic.
Things are no better over here, maybe even worse. Everybody’s searching for reason and light.
Yep.
Running is not the answer as places to run to are diminishing rapidly.
Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.”
Apparently the Brits still consider the evils to be sufferable. That, and the fact that they’re largely disarmed, means they’re unlikely to pull a Cromwell any time soon. And by the time they do, it’ll likely be too late.
The Last Wife’s sister (RN) and BIL (MD) and their three daughters (all MDs) are hatching an exit strategy. You’d think the US would be happy to allow such a well-educated and much-needed group of professionals into the country—but you’d BE WRONG.
We visit them annually in their country home in Wales, and have already been there once this year, returning again in July. The parents have decided to unass themselves this fall to the island of Madeira for 6-8 months a year and spend the remainder at one of their daughters’ home in the greater London area or at our house in Virginia. It looks like our regular visits to Wales will end, but Madeira is probably an upgrade.
Unfortunate, the girls are stuck. They’re either too deep in their specialty training (2 of 3) or married to a hard corps Labour traveller (1/3). Damn shame.
Wait… you’re going to let WELSH PEOPLE into our country?
“For Wales? Why Richard, it profit a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world. . . but for Wales!”
― Robert Bolt, A Man for All Seasons
Has Great Britain really had a good PM since Maggie Thatcher?
Nope. Not even close.
Do British conservatives take lessons from the Stupid Party over here? I mean they win and proceed to fuck it up so badly, that a system will be implemented to ensure, by fair means or foul, that they never wield authority again.
A lot of people are looking to the longer term and hoping that the Conservatives get thoroughly crushed. This will mean that the Conservatives have the opportunity to reinvent themselves as they did in Canada. It will also mean that Starmer has a majority large enough to ignore the hard left.