I’VE been politically aware since the mid-seventies under the Callaghan Labour government, and I’ve been politically active since I pounded the pavements in 1979 in support of the Thatcher win. I’ve served on my local council as a Tory, and apart from being a UKIP candidate at the 1997 Election I’ve always been a Conservative, but I’ve never known a government, or a Prime Minister, which seems to hate me as much as this one.
Jim Callaghan was incompetent but well-meaning. He was booted out and was replaced by Thatcher, who I felt was actually on my side and on the side of the nation, despite the fact that I suffered in the recession while she straightened the economy out. The job had to be done, and I was collateral damage; she didn’t actually hate me.
Thatcher was, of course, replaced by Major, who whilst being fairly useless didn’t seem to display any animosity towards me or the people of this country.
Then we had Blair. He was the first prime minister who did seem to hate me and the country I love. Little did I realise that what I took to be hatred of me and my lifestyle was no more than mild dislike, and that worse, much worse, was to come.
Things improved slightly when Brown took over as PM. Incapable of making a decision on anything, his government suffered from total paralysis, so love me or hate me he didn’t really affect me.
Then came Cameron, initially with a side order of Clegg, and we were back to the usual political trait of incompetence, culminating in his (for him) ill-advised referendum, intended to lock us into the EU but which actually opened the door to our leaving. Apart from his attempt to trap us for ever in the EU I didn’t sense any hostility towards me.
After Cameron came May, who despite being wrapped up in political machinations intended to keep us in the EU whilst pretending we’d left, found time to let the gender identity genie out of the bottle (she’d already signed the Equalities Act into law as her first action as Home Secretary) and left the toxic legacy of Net Zero as she walked out of the door.
Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson picked up the baton of May’s premiership and ran with it. (Okay, ambled with it – he lacks the energy to run.) Initially I felt relief that he’d won the General Election because we’d been spared the possibility of Jeremy Corbyn in Number 10, a prospect which had literally kept me awake at nights. Johnson did indeed Get Brexit Done, although on terms which bore a striking resemblance to May’s Surrender Agreement. Seven weeks after leaving the EU we weren’t even allowed to leave our homes when Johnson imposed lockdown on us. Just for three weeks, of course, to flatten the curve. Since then we’ve had restriction after unnecessary restriction, rule after confusing rule, freedom promised then delayed, given with one hand and taken away with the other. We’ve been denied our social lives, our contact with friends and family, our hobbies and recreation. Johnson pronounces, on a weekly basis, what we’re going to be allowed to do, what we’re going to be prevented from doing, and what we’re going to be coerced into doing. There’s talk of the ‘irreversible’ road to freedom being reversed with the reimposition of lockdown, and of course he’s trying to force through ‘vaccine passports’ to restrict the freedoms of those who haven’t agreed to have an experimental vaccine which can cause health problems. His actions have been tantamount to ‘gaslighting’, psychological abuse perpetrated against the entire nation.
As if all this wasn’t bad enough, we have his plans to further restrict my life – all our lives – in pursuit of Net Zero. Spurred on by his rabidly green wife, he’s going to take my car, my gas central heating, my freedom to travel, my hobbies. Under his premiership, local councils have been allowed, even encouraged, to impose restrictions on travel with low traffic neighbourhoods, congestion charges, low emission zones, and more bus and cycle lanes. While political extremists have imposed cancel culture and destroyed statues and other public landmarks, he has stood idly by, which suggests that he’s quite happy for these things to happen. He wants to impose massive changes not only on my lifestyle and standard of living, but those of my children and grandchildren, and everyone else in this country.
That these things should happen at all is abhorrent; that they should happen under a Conservative (or supposedly-Conservative) government and Prime Minister is incomprehensible. Why does Boris Johnson, and the government which he leads, hate me and the rest of the people of this country? Wouldn’t it be nice to have a government which doesn’t hate us, which will defend our country, our freedoms, our lifestyles? The question is, who will lead such a government? Certainly not Boris Johnson. He hates me.
The feeling, I have to say, is mutual.