I didn't study Politics and Psychobabble at the University
of La-de-bleeding-dah, but I didn't need a degree in name-calling to pass
through education into gainful employment where I have resided ever since the
nineteen seventies. Picking up tools, producing real things, turning a profit
and by and large contributing to the economy is an excellent vantage point to
observe that the devil does indeed make work for idle hands to do.
At ‘street level’ this means simple benefit fraud, a bit
of light theft, casual smuggling, counterfeiting and the cultivation and
dealing of illegal substances. Among the alumni of the London School of
Busybodies it takes the form of the study and furtherance of cults[sic]. At
least it looks like it. Who knows the truth behind The Frankfurt School, Common
Purpose, the Bilderberg Group, Demos, The Fabians, et al? One thing’s for sure;
wherever the left gather there will be plenty of theoretical politics.
What the Philpott case has revealed is the utter desperation
of a policy-free Labour Party and the callow opportunism of its cheerleaders.
It is so much easier to rail against success than to achieve it; so much
simpler to hate than to cooperate. While the media has naturally focused on the
lurid lifestyle of the odious man, outraged rhetoric has been hotting up on… er
just one side.
You can’t help but notice how those in the centre ground –
there really is no ‘right wing’ in British politics - tend to calmly carry on, accepting
the bad news then resuming their best endeavours, doing what they can to reduce
the size of the shit pile. George Osborne’s response, after making it clear
that Philpott’s crimes were his alone, was to echo what many millions of
ordinary people feel – that questions should be raised about this sort of
lifestyle.
“Questions should be raised”? From Ed balls’ spluttering hysterical
response you might think he’d proposed the slaughter of the innocents in
Bethlehem as, red-faced and foaming with outrage, he denounced the Chancellor’s
perfectly reasonable and well considered words as exploiting a tragedy for
political gain. It was hilarious – has Ed ever considered a career in
pantomime? (Oh yes, he should!)
The left wing press went into overdrive to echo the cry
with a great wailing and a gnashing of teeth and gallons of spittle flew across
the land as various commentators rolled out their finest faux fury to hurl the
same accusation – 'how very dare' the Nasty Tories exploit a tragedy like this?
Oh, the irony.
Twitterrati in full flow
Any minute now they’ll get the Boy Wonder, Owen Jones on
the telly… and there he is. And there. And there! He stated on Twitter that had
the evil government not been so vile he wouldn’t have had to be on telly at all.
Had to be? Oh Owen, your hunger for exposure would shame an X-Factor retread!
If anybody is using this event to further political
objectives it is surely the opposition who have never grasped that simply
saying no and stamping their feet at every single government policy is just
silly. Rolling out The Jones to do a Violet Elizabeth Bott to order on the
telly box does them no favours whatsoever. Because more and more people are
recognising that many of the things they denounce became entrenched during
labour’s wasted riding of the no-more-boom-and-bust years.
So I have a challenge for Owen – the biggest foot-stamper
out there. Iain Duncan Smith has worked tirelessly to understand the problems
of Britain’s society at large and through the Centre for Social Justice has
made positive steps to bring about change for the good of all. How about,
instead of ranting about £53 a week challenges, you actually listen – I mean
really listen – to what he has to say and divert some of your time away from
your own media career to work with him?
Borrowed time, Owen?
Your time in the sun may be short-lived and there are
only so many times you can say “demonise” and pass it off as original thought.
If you truly want to improve more than just your bank balance then swallow your
Marxist pride, shake the man’s hand and roll up your sleeves.
