“England is a family with the wrong members in control. Almost entirely we are governed by the rich, and by people who step into position of command by right of birth. Few if any of these people are consciously treacherous, some of them are not even fools, but as a class they are quite incapable of leading us to victory. They could not do it, even if their material interests did not constantly trip them up. As I pointed out earlier, they have been artificially stupefied. Quite apart from anything else, the rule of money sees to it that we shall be governed largely by the old – that is, by people utterly unable to grasp what age they are living in or what enemy they are fighting.”
Written in a context of war. Cameron’s exhortations to a wartime spirit, (after Shewhomustnotbenamed) started this. This is what someone wrote of the Tories at the time. Has much changed?
“Advocates of capitalism are very apt to appeal to the sacred principles of liberty, which are embodied in one maxim: The fortunate must not be restrained in the exercise of tyranny over the unfortunate”
“A three legged Siamese, with a patch over his left eye, said there wasn’t enough happiness to go round and that he wasn’t going to give up any of his happiness for some dumb little orphan kittens. When I tried to explain that happiness didn’t work like that he struck me repeatedly across the face. He wouldn’t stop hitting me until I said, “Happiness is the exclusive privilege of the rich,” twenty times.”
The Secret Diary of Adrian Cat (Linda Macfarlane and Stuart Macfarlane), Page 74
“A child’s voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who’ve forgotten how to listen.”
Whatever you think of the books, she went from being on social security to be rather rich and donating to one-or-two good causes.
I chose to remain a domiciled taxpayer for a couple of reasons. The main one was that I wanted my children to grow up where I grew up, to have proper roots in a culture as old and magnificent as Britain’s; to be citizens, with everything that implies, of a real country, not free-floating ex-pats, living in the limbo of some tax haven and associating only with the children of similarly greedy tax exiles.
A second reason, however, was that I am indebted to the British welfare state; the very one that Mr Cameron would like to replace with charity handouts. When my life hit rock bottom, that safety net, threadbare though it had become under John Major’s Government, was there to break the fall. I cannot help feeling, therefore, that it would have been contemptible to scarper for the West Indies at the first sniff of a seven-figure royalty cheque. This, if you like, is my notion of patriotism. On the available evidence, I suspect that it is Lord Ashcroft’s idea of being a mug.
Is this a ludicrous example, Well of course, but then I never set the precedent!