TRUST in our public institutions must surely be at an all-time low.
Greeting anti-lockdown protesters on the streets of London at the weekend were an almost unrecognisable Metropolitan police force. I don’t mean unrecognisable due to their ludicrous caps and high-viz attire. I mean in their demeanour – not a good one, as these two eye-witness films show.
A distinctly two-tier form of policing has emerged, driven by an ever-increasing politicisation of law and order. Earlier this year, as BLM rioters menaced the streets and our public landmarks were desecrated, the police either retreated a safe distance or surrendered to the mob, down on one knee in humiliating submission.
In contrast to this, witness Saturday’s sledgehammer policing dished out to anti-lockdown protesters. Such policing is, of course, reserved for those who dare to take to the streets for anything other than stoking the flames of racial disharmony. Knees are suddenly not quite so supplicant. Instead of hitting the pavement in an embarrassing token of servility, they are leaning on the backs of those who have the temerity to object to a year of house arrest. The double standards boil the blood.
For another example of this, I recommend readers to look up the police treatment of people illegally praying in London’s Royal Parks. The faith being practised and the leniency of the authorities’ response may or may not be related!
The collapse of trust in policing is surely surpassed only by the total discrediting of our political system. Parliament has ceased to function in any meaningful way, draconian legislation being passed with little to no scrutiny by our elected representatives. Covid and our puerile representatives have enabled the government to act in ways utterly contrary to precedent and alien to our parliamentary tradition.
Atop it all sits a man who has become a pitiful sight. Bunkered and without an ounce of perspective, all the while being led by the zip of his trousers by an ambitious younger woman, the grand bloviater Al Johnson fires off statements bewilderingly at odds with the concerns of the British population. As people fear whether they can provide for their families, Johnson decides it necessary to force on them the purchase of an electric car. If the policy itself were not mad enough,* the timing of its announcement was monstrous – the day before Chancellor Rishi Sunak warned that the UK economy will shrink by 11 per cent as a result of the devastation wreaked by the government’s response to Covid-19.
It does not stop there. As economic destruction is visited upon the land, Al Johnson goes out of his way to praise – of all things – the environmental efforts of Colombia, while promising to ‘build back greener’ – employing that alarming and sinister catchphrase of the globalist elites.
Having presided over the insane policies of lockdown, continuing the destructive monetary policy of recent years and committing to vast spending projects, our Prime Minister is, in fact, taking us down a path that looks more likely to end in Britain becoming a colder version of Colombia’s neighbour, Venezuela.
And of course, that other venerable institution: Our NHS. The sacred cow of the United Kingdom for which we are being sacrificed. We entered this lockdown sham in order to Save the NHS. Three weeks to sit on the sombrero, or whatever the insultingly infantile imagery employed was. It is almost December, and we are no nearer the end of these measures. We have gone from sombreros to not hugging grandma to ever more bizarre and byzantine micro social distancing and ‘bubble’ rules. Liberties gone. Lives ruined. All in order to protect a service that was, if I recall correctly, instituted to preserve our health.
I could go on. We have an educational establishment that fights against educating children. When it deigns to do so, it stuffs their heads with propaganda, stamping out any seedlings of critical thinking. Our media is devoid of critical analysis, dutifully reporting the government’s latest insanities, jumping on every predictable bandwagon, journos high-fiving one another as they trot out the same hackneyed, lazy pieces.
2020 was the year the scales fell from my eyes. Previously I thought our institutions merely incompetent. Now I think them mendacious. I don’t think I am alone in this. How much longer will we put up with it?
*A new estimate of the cost of decarbonising private transport suggests that motorists might have to foot a bill for £700billion if they want to stay on the roads. Ongoing motoring costs could double. The GWPF fact sheet ‘Cost of Decarbonising Cars’ is available here.