Archive for October, 2018
If ever you’ve never had the misfortune to have parents who have gone through a bitter and rancorous divorce, who many years later still nurse grudges about who said what to whom, who carefully nurture the memory of the dirty looks over the dinner table, the slights, the insults, the resentment, and the anger, then you don’t need to imagine it. You only needed to gaze upon the Conservative party conference.
There was, amongst the bile and the outright delusion, some deeply creepy stuff going on. And not just because Torydom en masse is creepy by definition, a collection of red-faced bigotry in blazers, wrapping themselves in the fleg because they’re not nationalists, nursing grievances about all those imagined slights from vile Europeans, and telling themselves that everything will be fine because we’re British and being British means being plucky and Vera Lynnish and never getting over WW bloody Two.
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Ruth Davidson has ruled out trying to lead the UK Conservatives and becoming the UK’s first lesbian prime minister. Instead, she tells us, she has her sights set on becoming the next First Minister of Scotland. This is probably not unrelated to the certainty that should she pitch for the Conservative leadership, the media might start asking her some difficult questions. Questions which can’t be answered by her cradling her baby bump and reminiscing about her teenage years in Upper Largo. She’d need some other policy than Scotland doesn’t want another referendum. And besides, the good people of England already have Hello magazine for reading about vacuous celebrities. They have no need of them in the cabinet too.
Ruth is intensely ambitious. So it’s reasonable to ask why she’s ruled herself out for the biggest prize in British politics. The answer is of course that she knows that if she…
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