29 May (Part 2) - Where’s the Swingers’ Party?
So
some guy called David expects me “to brighten the next month” with
election comment when I don’t really know which way to jump myself. Amateur political
punditry is probably best avoided especially when one’s only claim to very
obscure electoral fame is winning the office sweepstake with the closest guess to
the elected partyְ’s majority in both 1983 and 1987. In fact I was almost spot on
in ’87 with a guess of 104 seats. It was actually 102.
I think I can also claim to have much more finely tuned political antennae than
Rishi Sunak but then so does everyone likely to be reading these words. Utterly clueless isn’t he?
Within the past year I have felt more than once that I would vote Conservative
if they fulfilled their promise to get rid of Inheritance Tax and even in the past week that prize chump
Jeremy Hunt has said it should be done, but he hasn’t. I don’t see the tax as
stealing my life savings - though it will - but the government ensuring that
several people will not have enough money to put down as a deposit on their first house.
14 wasted years and a squandered 80 seat majority. The Conservatives could have done so much but
few MPs proved to be Conservative in anything but name. Now they hope I
might be an enthusiast for more of the same wet behind the ears LibDems.
My political pendulum is a somewhat knackered device with its leftward swing
crippled by the knowledge that I am “scum” (© Angela Raynor) and “a
racist” (© Wes Streeting), not to mention being the subject of legal action by a
local Labour activist apprehensive of her on-line comment being given wider circulation.
It doesn’t matter how competent Daniel Francis (Labourְ’s candidate for Bexleyheath and
Crayford) is or how caring Sally might be; while their party harbours so many
deeply unpleasant people it won’t get my vote. They even support the London
Mayor, or at least claim to do so. But I have my doubts about that.