CAMPBELL MURDOCH takes a closer look at some post-budget posturings from the Whitehall Village and discusses a strange evasion; not so much missing an elephant in the room as ignoring the towering tsunami of debt already upon us…
George Osborne rose to deliver the last budget of this parliament. He left some questions unanswered. For example: Is George really the emergent saviour of Britain’s fear hobbled and chronically ailing economy? Is his record at the Treasury a signal that at last our desperately fragile finances are moving onto a more solid footing? Are our financiers, captains of industry, and bankers looking unusually confident and purposeful. Are we Brits drawing ourselves up to full height. I mean, to be blunt, are British factory managers recruiting workers again. Are the weary dole queues dwindling? Is Britain working?
Edmund Burke in his time was known to very few Englishmen. He was practically anonymous. Those who debated with him or read his trenchant commentaries upon the political follies and perversions of power were a tiny minority, but a discerning and influential fragment for all that.
Such is the task of Newshawk; to attract, inform and encourage politically literate men and women. People like that can be found in any country in any century. Without them “things fall apart. The centre cannot hold … “ to borrow from W. B. Yates’s The Second Coming.
There is always the hope that another Burke will mount his forum in our strange time. That kindly yet acerbic 18th century intellectual remains an exemplar for civilised humanity at any period. He stands for optimism in the face of discouragement and even despair. There have been many other such torch bearers, Henry Fielding, Alexander Pope, Hazlitt, Edison, Steele, and, of course, Dr. Samuel Johnson. Why not another, and why not a commentator attracted and enthused by our own honest endeavours?
David Cameron and his circle of rich (and mainly foreign) cronies lies and dissembles, prevaricates and evades the only plebiscite the British people have ever required to maintain their freedom and preserve their national identity – a vote on whether or not to be sucked into a European super state.
But at the same time he provides the political grease which enabled the preposterous leader of a trumped up and quite irrelevant form of local district council to use a locals only plebiscite which could literally have won him the crown and throne of an entire British nation. The succulent national slice of the U.K. cake has now been laid near the grasp of a woman who would not look out of place serving as a call centre supervisor. Whatsername? Shrill, small, intellectually negligible as Jeeves said of Bertie Wooster.
As Mrs Hilary Clinton pointed out at once, the dismembering of Britain affair is not remotely constitutional. Our problem is, though, we don’t have a constitution. O.K. They tell us we actually have an unwritten one but that’s worth … well not even the paper it’s not written upon!