The Party's Over

And now, the end is near and Liz Truss faces her final curtain. The wolves are at the door, salivating like crazy, and nobody gives the Truss/Kwarteng axis a cat in hell’s chance of making to the end of next week, let alone Christmas. Simply staying in office for two whole months now seems unlikely - even Andrew Bona Law managed from October to May – and with the collapse of the Truss interlude goes also the credibility of the Tories staying in power.

Party unity, never a strong feature of the Conservatives in recent decades, is in tatters; whoever assumed the throne would face their own baying pack of detractors, rendering their leadership impotent. A general election now would almost certainly put Labour in power with an overwhelming majority, the power to do whatever they want.

And what Labour have always wanted is the total destruction of the only party to have ever really been committed to genuinely improving everybody's lot. Forget any future for an independent, proud, British Britain. Forget fair wages and efficient public services – not that the recent Tory governments have won any medals in this regard – and say hello to open-door Britain. Say hi to sweated labour and fat-cat unionised, nationalised monoliths.

I really see no future for the country I grew up in. With Labour the national flag will become a hate symbol, the monarchy will be dismantled and we will become the Afro-Indian satellite of the European Union at best. Our history, displayed on every plinth and in every museum, will be rewritten as a triumph of multiculturalism. I read today that people are calling for more foreign accents at the Royal Shakespeare Company, to better reflect modern Britain. Sod representing the bard, appeasement comes first.

Line up here for your reparation payments will say the ad campaigns throughout the third world. Whoever you are, whatever your people have done, all the bad things in your life are the fault of those hideous dead white men of the slave trade – only whites ever kept slaves, you know – so now their ancestors will be wrung out to dry to pay for those sins.

You think Kwarteng and Truss’s magic money tree is fanciful? Stand by for plantations of the things. You think the care system and the NHS is creaking at the seams now? Watch what it’s like when the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel moves to Peckham and enterprising imported new GPs find ever ingenious ways to screw the system. Transport, education, the law, public works… I dread to think how they will function when the last of the Smiths, the Browns, the Wrights and the Tuckers leave the building.

They did it... their way

The Coen brothers’ No Country for Old Men could be rewritten as No Country for White Men, but of course there would be no backing for such a project. I don’t believe Truss can live out the year and I don’t believe the Conservative party can last the parliamentary term. With them dies Brexit, independence, opportunity, hope and pride. With them, probably goes Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales. RIP United Kingdom, may you find the tranquility you deserve.

Addendum

This was written a few hours before Mr Kwarteng was unceremoniously dismissed. I see no reason to row back on any of my comments. And Phil Hammond has quite the nerve to come on air and criticise when he was among those who did their level best to split the country over Brexit, before and after the public vote. The Tory Party is over - they now need to decide which two, or three parties they wish to split into.