No hope – just belief

The central tenet of the Conservative campaign seems to be a beauty contest of personalities with Jeremy Corbyn as chief ogre.

The only Tory plan is austerity, which is largely uncosted. Otherwise there is hardly any plan – and certainly none for Brexit.

Unfortunately the beauty contest has been interrupted by bombings and murders.

Yet, still Police cuts are to stand. Terrorism will be solved with (costless) new legislation. There will be no additional investment in the health service or education. And, although there are less of them than before, 15% more of us are dying in fires – yet the fire service will be cut.

Any personal care at home that was free will now have to be paid for and houses will be commandeered by insurance companies for dementia patients.

And meanwhile, under Conservative economic management and unlike almost everywhere else, we have had an average wage reduction:


What an alluring litany of love and hope.

Who on earth wants any of this?

A Conservative vote can only be a vote for self-flagellation.

If by some mischance the Conservatives win, it must surely be proof of rampant Stockholm Syndrome among the electorate, brought about, presumably, by an uncritical and right wing media.

No sane individual could possibly consider the Conservative plans worthy of their support, could they?

But of course it is scandalous that Jeremy Corbyn speaks to crowds and doesn’t always wear a tie.


  1. Sean Danaher -

    Indeed Peter
    sadly I still expect the Torys to win by about 35 seats. Brexit is however a poisoned chalice so the Torys may well loose very badly in 2022 if they survive that long

  2. Jeni Parsons aka havantaclu -

    I have a sneaking suspicion that Theresa May may actually want to lose this election. She must realise what a poisoned chalice she was handed by David Cameron’s ill-considered referendum.
    Probably her ‘Brexit means Brexit’ meme is her way of saying, ‘I can’t see any way out of this mess, and I’ll try intransigence as the least damaging approach as far as the electorate is concerned.’ Then she went for a walk in Wales with her husband, and had one of those dreams that comes from the gates of ivory in Greek mythology – the misleading dream. Either that, or she sat in the Chair on Cader Idris, fell asleep, and woke mad.
    I’m going for a week in Wales next week with my husband. Not for a walk, alas! My right knee is too badly knackered (the word my doctor used!); if it were not, the slopes of Cader would see me climbing to the Chair – although my hope would be that I might become a poet. I hope Theresa May won’t be Prime Minister by the time I leave, even though I believe she will. Either way, she has a perilous path ahead of her.

    1. Peter May -

      I like to believe she won’t – but there’s not long to find out.
      I actually think it’s far from ideal that she’s a diabetic who needs four injections a day and I do wonder if her secrecy and failure to engage comes in part from that. One should perhaps have sympathy but her gratuitous personal attacks on Jeremy Corbyn means that she has set the terms for me to have none.
      It is even more odd that, in her condition, she is able to support all the benefit cuts and still be a praying member of the CofE. Maybe she just thinks everyone is married to a millionaire.
      But voting for her is so far from most voters’ self interest that it has to be a sort of self flagellation. ‘Forward together’ and back to the fourteenth century!

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