Another day, another myriad reasons to despise this witless, divisive, Brit-hating Government which is hell-bent on destroying any last vestige of British ambition, entrepreneurialism and desperately-needed productivity.
Vladimir Putin must be sitting in the Kremlin pouring himself a large Stolichnaya and thinking “well, that’s saved me a job.. cheers Keir.”
In just one day (today!) we have seen FOUR political catastrophes – which is bad for Labour of course, but 100 times worse for the rest of us who have to live with this Government’s jaw-dropping, and Britain-harming, ineptitude.
One political catastrophe may be seen as a misfortune but four looks like, well, the idiocy of a bunch of aging students so far out of their depth it’s not even funny…
Let’s take those balls-ups one at a time:
First off, yet another malicious, scheming Rachel Reeves plan to steal money from people who work hard so she can pay for people who sit on their butts watching telly all day. Socialism in action. Yes, she’s hitting the pensioners again, this time ending the 25% lump sum pension option.. yes it’s going to be taxed, so you can forget your dream holiday / kitchen extension / new car. And you know that home you took a risk on and worked so hard to pay the mortgage on in the hope it might build you a nest egg (as your state pension drifts further and further out of view)? Yep, you’ll be paying massive capital gains tax on that too. Ambitious to earn a six-figure salary? Don’t bother, the insane tax laws mean you’ll end up with less in the bank than if you stayed where you were.
It’s like she’s literally trying to kill personal ambition stone dead. Not a boon for boosting productivity if I’m honest.
Second up, today’s asylum figures: A record 110,000 migrants claimed asylum in the year ending June 2025 (up 14 percent on last year). And a total of 32,059 asylum seekers were being housed in hotels at the end of Labour’s first year in Government (up eight per cent on the same point 12 months ago).
Those gangs Starmer promised to smash must be quaking in their boots.
Third up – today’s dismal GCSE results. Across the state sector passes in english and maths hit their lowest level in a decade. Only a desperately poor 21.9% of GCSE students across the UK were awarded a grade 7 or above in English (equivalent to the old ‘A’ grade).
A few years ago I chose to forgo a decent car and posh holidays and send my offspring to a private school (my money, my choice right?) – the ones Starmer wants to close and price “just about affording” working class oiks like me out of.
My son’s school achieved a shade under 100% of grade 7 or above in GCSE English. You’d think Starmer and his numpty education Secretary Bridget Phillipson) might be tapping up private schools for tips (because it’s not all just down to cash) but no… class war and the politics of envy dictate that all aspiration must be crushed out of people.
Which brings me to Lucy Connolly, finally released from Peterborough Prison today after being sentenced to 31 months for a tweet. While she was incarcerated paedophiles, terrorists and child rapists were given suspended sentences.
It’s a while since Britain has had a bona fide political prisoner but Connolly – horribly ugly tweet notwithstanding – definitely qualified. Her jailing was worthy of a tin-pot dictatorship and should make us all extremely concerned about the politicisation of our courts under this Government and the real threat to free speech.
And last, but by no means least, we have the Union Jack debacle (yes, I know we are supposed to say “Union Flag” but I live in the real world). Two councils – Tower Hamlets and Labour-run Birmingham – have torn down the flag of this country, yet Tower Hamlets allowed Palestine flags to fly for six months. Starmer has confirmed he flies the England flag in the context of football.. But what about now? What about just celebrating Britishness? Or Englishness? He is the PM and could bring pressure to bear on these over-bearing, jumped-up councils if he chose.
But that would take backbone and, as I have pointed out on many occasions, Sir Keir’s appears to be made of wet spaghetti.
So, four for four, and as I write it’s still only lunchtime.
Sometimes, even on days like today, I’m sure we all tell ourselves “surely it can’t get any worse”, then you realise Angela Rayner is already on manoeuvers.
Pass me the Stolly Putin…