Posted by: Scribble | 17/06/2008

Time for the real Conservatives

Peter Hitchens, (Link to his blog here), journalist, writer, commentater and columnist for the Mail on Sunday has long been urging his readers and supporters to vote “None of the Above” with respect to the three main political parties.  He rightly points out that the existing conservative party is so like Labour that there is little to choose between the two.  He would like to see the conservatives crushed once and for all so that a new party, truly conservative could rise from the ashes.

 

For true Conservatives this is an idea that is all too appealing but one that was unlikely to happen, until now.  David Davis’s resignation from his party could possibly become far more interesting than it appears on face value.  Is it possible for him to challenge his leader David Cameron and oust him outright, taking up the reigns and bringing back the core conservatives that have been so sidelined since the Camaron juggernought got going?

Cameron’s lazy liberal attitude has easily attracted the type of people who were conservative minded but voted for Blair.  He has been described as ‘Blair’s Heir’ and seems happy to be so.  Peter points out the astonishing support of the liberal left press for the conservatives, whom until recently, they despised and rediculed, supporting his argument that they have indeed become a party the lib-left can happily support.

But where does this leave the conservative right?  They seem to have been squeezed out of Cameron’s inner circle, languishing around out of the way somewhere, despised and labelled Dinosaurs.  Great swathes of the people of this country are unrepresented in parliament and not surprisingly they are beginning, slowly to grumble.  Fundamental issues such as Europe and individual freedom from the state that is now threatened more than ever before, has brought them out of our their collective apathy.

Just as the great charter of freedom, Magna Carta, celebrates it’s 808th anniversary we have seen a government fly in the face of this document guaranteeing the individual’s freedom for ever, by bribing it’s way to holding people for six weeks without charge or trial.  Alonside this thoroughly un English situation, our Irish friends have thrown a curve ball in defiance of giving away any more of these freedoms to the vast dictatorship that has become the European Union.  People are waking up at last.

David Davis is poised to open up the long needed debate for such issues and disgracefully the government will not take part in defending its position.  How can it?  Gordon Brown knows that amongst other awkward accusations, the debate will cast a spot light on the corruption and bribery by the government that went on in parliament to attain the yes vote for the 42 day detention.  This process makes a mockery of democracy. If anyone is in doubt about the contempt this governmetn has for the democratic process, they have only to see the way Brown is going ahead with the Lisbon Treaty without allowing the people a say in this massive removal of power.  What a betrayal.

The time is right for David Davis and all those who value liberty, and freedom to do everything they can to stop this government in its tracks and put a halt on the European Treaty.  Good luck David.

Posted by: Scribble | 16/06/2008

Ssh – still keeping quiet

Keeping a bit quiet on the Diet Diaries, haven’t done as well as I set out to do.  Errm, less than a week to go to my Niece’s wedding which i’ve had a whole year to prepare for and i’m way off course.  Well not way off, waylaid though recently. Since last week, when I could have done so much more, i’ve been struck down with Pleurisy or something.  Have been glued almost, to the sofa, though have managed to carry out all usual motherly and domestic duties and Skinny has still had her walks, not enough as she is really now on her way to being renamed ‘fatty’.

The good thing is, I have been able to keep my pulse on the hot button that is politics at the moment and with so much in the news, it’s been thoroughly entertaining.  I have written other posts and grumbles on recent events, but I must just say, congratulations to David Davis for his courage in seeking to bring about a wider debate over the erosion of our ancient liberties that this Government has been incrementally giving away.  I do hope the Conservatives will fully support him and not get all cross that he deflected attention away from the bribery that was going on by Brown over the 42 days extension.  I am sure that story will come back again when Davis gets campaigning for our freedoms.

So, back to the diet, Mum enthusiastically rang me to tell me about a detox diet called the Lemon Detox Diet as she said it was by all reports an excellent way to lose weight, get lovely nails, skin and hair and generally be refreshed.  Unfortunately I cannot take advantage of it with my wretched Pleurisy problem as am full of anti biotics and steroids.  However, I do have it here ready to get on with I am better.  The only thing is, it arrived without any instructions at all and I think I am meant to do something with lemons and water?  Does anyone have any info that would be helpful or indeed any encouraging successes about this detox? Any succes I have will be reported here of course.

 

Posted by: Scribble | 15/06/2008

Trooping the Colour – “Eyes Right”!

What better way to raise the collective doom and gloom of the nation than to watch the Trooping of the Colour.  This poignant display of all that is superb about our country, it’s noble traditions of honour and valour, courage and patriotism,  echoing back down the centuries in all the collective glory displayed today, in honour of the Queen’s birthday

Second Lieutenant Henry Finegan won the honour of Ensign and carefully accepted the colour with practiced perfection, watched carefully, via link , by fellow troops serving in Afghanistan. It was heart warming to see the obvious pride these men feel and dedication to their Queen and country and the obvious cheer it brought them to be able to watch the proceedings from afar.

The Queen arrived looking bright as a new pin, in a fetching turquoise outfit with a jaunty matching hat and tapped her feet throughout the parade clearly enjoying herself on this glorious sunny day.

You have to marvel at the fantastic precision of all these troops, bandsmen and cavalry, the timing impeccable, the horse’s patient, despite standing almost still for an hour and half shows a discipline only these dedicated men can achieve.  The rousing sounds of the marching bands, calling each regiment before the Queen, ringing the change to double quick time with each regiments unique piece of music.

The bright buttons, red tunics and black trousers, the shiny medals, breastplates and swords buffed to perfection is a sight to see. Every man’s step choreographed and rehearsed over and over all but the bandsmen’s ‘Spin Wheel’. This fantastic achievement has evolved over time and there is no written drill, anywhere, rather a collective instinct that turns these men back into a perfect rectangle formation.

Looking along the arrow straight lines of the men, a wiggly line of differing tunic lengths, is evidence that all shapes and sizes are there, from the tallest at 7’4” to the smallest at 5’3”, including Bear Skin, though from a distance they all look like toy soldiers.

The magnificent drum horses, Achilles and Spartacus, grand names to match grand animals, looked so splendid with their silver drums as their riders saluted the Queen with drum sticks crossed and when at last the cavalry rode past, there were signs of relief as horses tossed their heads, finally allowed to move.  The weight of the riders’ kit is around 2 stone.  Some seemed frisky though they all have a very special diet designed to slowly release energy for the days event with garlic to keep away the flies and Soya to keep them supple.

As the Queen smilingly gave permission for the parade to leave the ground, hordes of people followed on foot to the Palace to see Her Majesty wave from the balcony and await the 41 gun salute in Green Park and the R.A.F. fly past marking the end of the birthday salute.

I spied Gordon Brown amongst the dignitaries and wondered if that cold heart was in any way moved by this spectacular display of loyalty, integrity and patriotism.  It certainly should be.

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