The Tory Party conference is over for the week. On a personal note, it’s nice that public transport and my mobile internet will return to normal.
I can normally summon a degree of anger about these things, but after five years, and with the threat of five more on the horizon, I can barely raise my pulse to resigned indignation.
I’ve noticed that they never adjust the middle band of income tax. Always the bottom, which is a good thing, and the top, which is foolish. To return to an argument I have previously made, the change in the top rate of income tax will enable the few in that band to purchase more property, exacerbating our false dawn recovery, while ensuring its eventual collapse by pricing even more people out of the market. Fiddling while Rome burns.
Of the defectors to UKIP, the friendly face of bigotry, my memory is long enough that I can barely tell the difference. Conservatism relies on a kind of borrowed nostalgia for a time and a country which never existed, and it appears these conservatives are wishing they could be in the Tory party of the late 80’s or early 90’s, when you could hate gay people, or of the late 60’s and early 70’s, when you could hate the brown people who created our national cuisine, confusingly titled ‘Indian’, and wax lyrical about the speeches of Enoch Powell. This is all that UKIP stand for. If you can stand without spines, as this party makes the BNP look good by comparison. They are at least willing to say they’re racist.
The one good thing that has come of the last few days is the Cassetteboy cut up of David Cameron, which is hilarious. Though to finish on a funny but accurately downbeat note, here is a quote from Peter Cook:
“The heyday of satire was Weimar Germany, and look how it stopped Hitler!”