The new brutal realities

Around the mid 90s, Brit politics was still recognisably red rosette, blue rosette, occasionally yellow rosette or green ... no one much knew what Heath, Harbag, Hewitt types et al had really been up to ... scandals were more in the Christine Keeler class ... even PMQs were a jolly jape where debating society grads used their oratory to amuse.

It then went purple rosette and teal rosette and became nastier. Until in 2026, there's even sniping and backbiting between fellow "disgruntleds". I have many Reform-devotee mutual followers on X, mainly ladies and have not unfollowed, have not blocked. Why would I? On most issues, we're the same.

What do we differ on?

Just on leadership, on the bleedin' "leadership". 

The real politics of the average person are forever being subordinated to inter-leadership sniping, with devotees falling in line behind one or other "leader".

Not good.  Even the two screenshot quotes from ordinary people below here will dismay hundreds of readers who are still "good Reformers".

But to paraphrase what Zeppelin sang ... the premises lie on the whispering wind. I'm sorry if it hurts but Farage is NOT going to lead a stairway to Brit heaven, he's set up to sell out to the worst bunch imaginable.

As for Lowe and Restore ... what chance ever govt? You see, there's a type of nicy-nicy conservative, e.g. from Sissingdon, from Sussex, from Suffolk ... and everything must still be daintily served in the conservatory. Reform is the "nice" dissidence from a world now gone, whereas Restore is the new brutalism, the new "blood, sweat and tears" and those are the two worlds clashing.

In Canada, plus Ireland ... both are drafting foreigners into the armed forces en masse, inc. Chinese. Does no one see what is happening here?  Has anyone in Britain heard of cross-channel boats and Bibby Stockholm?  Why do you think those people are allowed in here?  For luvverly assimilation and really groovy things?  For tea on the lawn?

These two people below resonate with many ... but not with nearly enough to sweep the danger from the shores. The song "Who do you think you are kidding, Mr. Starmer" presupposes we're viewing an enemy across the ditch ... whereas we're actually viewing them up the road.