Hi there? Keir, over here. Indeed, we are. Do you recall us? The people who pay your salaries, the voters? The people you say you stand for, the same people who last week completely rejected you and your despicable, corrupt government?
The same individuals you now shamefully denigrate as “far-Right” by association because we dared to support Reform UK?
The voters who, in your opinion as a wealthy, far-left, tone-deaf human rights attorney from North London who has overseen a surge in Islamism and anti-Semitism, are guiding the nation down a “dark path”?
How dare you?
The pro-Hamas extreme alliance and neo-communist Greens have developed under Starmer and are now a powerful force in British politics for the first time.
While Starmer appeases the vile pro-Gaza mob, prohibits arms sales to Israel, refuses to outlaw Iran’s Revolutionary Guard, and actively sponsors death on British streets, obedient, law-abiding, peaceful, tax-paying British Jews are compelled to protest outside Downing Street in grave fear for their own safety.
I don’t think Tony Blair or Mrs. Thatcher would ever be jeered while visiting Golders Green. Even though it helped him last week, they didn’t continuously strive to placate extremist Muslims in Labour constituencies because they respected British Jews.
I apologise, but I refer to that as a “dark path,” old son. I have a gut feeling that the majority of my readers would concur.
According to Richard Littlejohn, the Prime Minister is stepping up just a few days after Labour’s most humiliating defeat in history.
According to Littlejohn, Angela Rayner has obviously abandoned her goal of becoming prime minister in favour of “King of the North” Andy Burnham.
In pursuit of Miliband’s insane Net Zero campaign, Surkeir is also taking us down the dark path of imposing the highest industrial and home energy prices in history. Then he questions whether Scunthorpe’s steelworks need to be renationalised in light of the cost-of-living issue.
Due to Rachel From Complaints’ retaliatory tax increases and Angry Ginge Rayner’s (I’ll come to her in a moment) “workers’ rights” regulations, Starmer has seen daily closures of bars and eateries. Due to ridiculous National Insurance increases, minimum wage increases, and a prohibition on zero-hours contracts, youth unemployment is skyrocketing.
You don’t need to go far for the reasons underlying this week’s slaughter when you consider the absurd death taxes imposed on British farms and the class-hatred-driven imposition of “wealth” taxes that caused a migration of prosperity and job creators.
However, a few days after Labour’s most catastrophic defeat in its history, the prime minister is stepping up and claiming he won’t change.
His most recent “reset” speech sounds like something from Fantasy Island. Dead Man Walking is not comparable.
He says, “I hear you.” No, he doesn’t; otherwise, he would have grabbed his coat and crept off to his expensive Kentish Town slum, which is located across the street from the railway terrace where The Kinks recorded the Dead End Street music video.
Rather, despite knowing deep down that it won’t happen, he tells a friendly Sunday newspaper that he intends to remain in No. 10 for the next ten years.
What am I telling you all the time? A full-fledged attorney.
The fact that the suspected stalking horse remained in her stable is the only reason he will still be there at the end of the week. I used to reside in her seat when it was known as Hornsey and Wood Green, and a lady MP you’ve never heard of changed her mind after realising that holding an early leadership contest might not yield the desired outcome.
There were rumours that John Major would face a stalking horse candidate back when he was having difficulties. I urged readers of this column to cast their votes for either Major or Red Rum because I believed a real horse could defeat him.
Red Rum, of course, raced home. A clothing horse might defeat Starmer today, so don’t worry about a real horse.
Do you have any idea how absurd the birds in the front row of yesterday’s news conference looked, clapping like seals?
Nevertheless, the people—the bastards—have spoken. But in the Bubble, things went back to normal.
At what used to be the postmen’s union’s annual seashore meeting, an enraged Ginge was on her hands and knees.
(Normally, I would have talked to my 30-year postman, Mike, about this, but as he supports West Ham, I felt that caution was preferable, etc.)
In essence, she demanded a lurch to the left by reading the statement she released over the weekend. She even made a hilarious jab at the Peter Mandelson incident.
I use the word “hilariously” because, as I may have already said, the only time I saw Ange in person was when she was at the next table, completely engrossed in Mandelson’s conversation, hanging on to every word like a schoolgirl in love.
However, it is obvious that she has abandoned her desire to be prime minister in favour of “King of the North” Andy Burnham. Despite the fact that nearly every Labour councillor in her area lost their seats last week, she clearly thinks of herself as Queen of the North. For stamp duty purposes, she now lists her flat in Hove, Actually, as her “main residence.”
(Incidentally, how long will it take HMRC to look into why she didn’t pay the correct amount of tax on the flat? Long enough, I suppose, to find her not guilty.
Ange’s address to the posties provided enough proof that she should never be in a position of authority. She praised John Prescott as her spiritual guide and effectively credited the Tories for her 16-year-old pregnancy. The game is over if all you can do is point to Two Jags as an example.
According to Littlejohn, Starmer’s belief that Brexiteers in the Red Wall who supported Reform truly intended to rejoin the EU in all but name is simply one aspect of the larger issue with the political elite.
Regarding Burnham, the Red Wall would not have cast such a large number of turquoise votes if he had truly been King of the North. From Sunderland to Stockport, they would be clamouring for him. Like Mandelson’s absurd Prince of Darkness, King of the North is one of those foolish names that the Boys in the Bubble adore.
In actuality, Burnham has failed twice to become the leader of the Labour Party and attempted to conceal the tragic deaths of up to 1,200 patients in the mid-Staff NHS crisis while serving as Health Secretary.
This takes us to the current Bubble favourite, Wes Streeting, Mandelson’s “moderate” pal who is best known for wanting to throw my friend and coworker Jan Moir under a train because he didn’t like something she had written about a deceased gay pop star I had never heard of.
This hashtag “be kind” group of nice people. In any case, it appears that Wes has bottled it up as of this writing.
Thus, we return to Surkeir. Like any rational person, I was listening to Ken Bruce’s Popmaster, so I’m afraid I missed his speech in real time. After Nick Ferrari on LBC answered a call from a Birmingham toolmaker’s son who said his father had informed him he would be shocked if Starmer’s old guy had ever worked a lump of steel in his life, I switched to Ken.
I tend to agree, having covered several proper toolmakers’ strikes while I was living in Brum.
The notion that Starmer, a grammar school student on a grant, is the son of a lustful, working-class toiler has never convinced me. According to what I know, the business was owned by the father.
He has absolutely no empathy for the people he claims to represent, regardless of his upbringing. I don’t understand how in the world he got to be Director of Public Prosecutions. I wouldn’t trust him with a little light conveyancing, as I’ve been heard to say. As he has done with the Chagos Islands, he would ultimately pay the buyer to remove the house from your possession.
However, he is only a small portion of the larger issue with the political elite. How do you conclude that the millions of Red Wall Brexiteers who voted for Reform genuinely wanted to rejoin the EU in everything but name, as I stated last week? Or that what the electorate in once Tory Essex truly wanted was Andy Burnham.
For the umpteenth time, we need to hold a general election if Labour is truly intending to parachute Burnham into Westminster so he can become prime minister.
However, we’re stuck with Surkeir for the time being. It reminded me of the Kinks’ previously mentioned video, in which the band is disguised as undertakers and is shown carrying a coffin out of a railway cottage in Kentish Town.
Starmer currently resides on Dead End Street.
