It's finally here: the day nobody was waiting for!

At last: the date has been announced whereupon you are permitted to vote for either cheek of the same arse.

Steel yourself for the inevitable. You will be told that letting Labour form a government would be to invite disaster upon the land. Only the level-headed Tories are to be trusted to steer the tiller of HMS Britannia. Churchill, Thatcher, the Best of British. It will all be trotted out.

After all, to let in Labour would be to allow migration soar towards nearly a million inward souls per year, to allow perpetual cuts to our armed forces, to engage in pointless diplomatic posturing and the encouraging of death across the world, to allow radical progressivism to take hold across society’s institutions – our media, our education, our healthcare – to invite extra taxes amid economic mismanagement and decade-high inflation, to neglect our southern border, to give up ground to Islamists among our ranks, to chase the mirage of net-zero and the hastening of our own impoverishment, to indulge in the growth of the nanny state and limitations on our personal liberty, to give power to those who would stifle our freedom of speech via illiberal legislation, to allow the nations infrastructure to be gradually degraded as white elephants are put before public interest.

I jest, of course. We all know who has overseen that incomplete list for the last 14 years, and who has done nothing – quite literally nothing – to reverse the devastating damage of the Blair revolution. Quite the contrary, those who govern us are those same ‘heirs to Blair’ who take no interest in the national interest. Now they seek re-election, they will throw out a few chunks of red meat to appease their rightfully disgusted electorate.

We, as a nation, stand like a terribly sick person facing an inevitable deterioration in their illness. Perhaps there is some cure, some revival around the corner: we cannot be sure. Yet the options facing us are a sharp downturn – let us just face the music and be done with it – or a gradual, yet inexorable, worsening of our malady. There is no happy choice.  

Many will be, understandably, inclined to vote for the Conservatives out of fear of the excesses of the diminishing brainpower of the Labour front bench (Lammy, Rayner et cetera – it truly is a double-digit IQ tour de force). Yet, we have had fourteen years of Conservative government: you must take an honest account of where we are as a nation and how low the ideologically bereft and woefully inadequate we have been brought be this inept government.

Nothing can change until the Conservative Party is dead. It is a parasitic entity which feeds off the nation. Like some vile vampire, it drains the blood of the society’s long-earned social capital and economic gains for its own enrichment and petty politicking. Like a vampire, it requires a stake through its heart.

Only then can something rise in its place and offer us some modicum of hope. After 14 years of lies and a nation gripped by stagnation – a ruling class wedded to the notion of managed decline and dividing the petty spoils to interest groups – it would be madness to lend them our vote once again in spite of our better judgement.

p.s. I recently changed the pricing for subscriptions to my Substack. The platform itself limits at what price I can offer paid subscriptions but I have tried to make it as affordable as possible.

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