Weather is dangerous – better cower indoors!

 

Ah well, it’s over – both the ‘killer heatwave’ and the Tory Party leadership race. The frontpages – dead-tree media or online – have one theme only: Britain has melted, there were fires everywhere. People did as they were told and stayed at home. There are gruesome photos which can put you right off your breakfast when scanning the collection in the usual place (link). The second ‘big story,’ right next to the melted-Britain reports, is that, as so boringly predictable, Ms Badenoch was knocked out of the race. 

Here’s the first strange thing: the MSM scream about the shock-horror ‘record’ of temperatures having reached 40.3ºC – in Coningsby in Lincolnshire. The first thing an unassuming reader would think is that it must have been really bad: Lincolnshire is green countryside, innit, therefore: Climate Emergency! Therefore: Net Zero!

Being a cynical old cow, I checked where Coningsby is on the map. Oh – there’s an RAF Airport! So the usual hottest hot spot, Heathrow, must have been a bit cooler, no? Or were the Met Office climate experts and the climate editors in the MSM just a bit wary of presenting the unsuspecting populace with yet another ‘Heathrow’ heat record and searched for a place people aren’t so familiar with? It would seem so since Monday’s hotter hot spot in Cambridgeshire turned out to be close to Gatwick Airport.

Another strange thing is that we were warned temperatures would climb to 41ºC, even 43ºC. So that didn’t happen, did it.  Shame about the Met Office predictions then. Never mind – there were thunderstorms crossing the Channel and temperatures have plummeted overnight. So, to keep us on our toes, there are now ‘amber warnings’ in place – because of rain. It is saddening and deeply disturbing that the authorities, the Met Office ‘experts’, believe that we cannot possibly live without warnings, that weather is such a dangerous thing that we all better cower in our homes.

And so, with all those warnings of dreadful things to happen, people did stay at home and will stay at home. forget about stiff upper lips and the famous bulldog spirit. we’ve been turned into a nation of wimpy snowflakes, utterly incapable of doing anything without Nanny State ‘guidance’ without our hands being held, be it in regard to ‘health’, be it in regard to weather. 

A useful report, for the record, can be found in the DM (link) where we read that the ‘meltdown fires’ were due to arson. Ah well – firebugs obviously weren’t scared of being out in the heat. The DT meanwhile has published the most inane article on the heatwave to be found anywhere: “I survived 40C – with the help of a pink polyester ‘cooling blanket” (paywalled link).

Yes, this schoolgirlie attempt at ‘what I did in the summer holidays’ made it onto the front page of the DT. I wonder if the author will pack that cooling blanket when she goes on her summer holidays to places which are as hot. Why it’s desirable and report-worthy to show one’s stupidity by writing about sitting at home with a dripping blanket round one’s shoulders rather than using a fan I couldn’t possibly say.

However, this article exemplifies the state of our broadsheets where editors seem to think that even the Audi Avenue denizens, their ‘reading public’, prefer ‘self-help’ inanities rather than pointed reports about heat records being measured at airport runways. Perhaps it’s because they’re all toeing the green line which is unstinting support for Net Zero. To atone for those two days of heat we better freeze in our homes in winter and stop going out altogether.

And so to the Tory leadership ‘campaign. The result of yesterday’s cull was so boringly predictable: Kemi Badenoch was knocked out with 59 votes, leaving Rishi Sunak in first place on 118 (+3), Penny Mordaunt on 92 (+10) and Liz Truss on 86 (+15). Today is another day of horsetrading, leaving two candidates standing for the party members to vote on. La Truss is already warning of shenanigans. That makes me think that the good lady is projecting, something she probably learned from her friends in Kiev: point the finger at the opponents and blame them for doing what you yourself are doing.

On a more serious note, we’ll end up with a PM who either is a globalist and wannabe Macron, with support from very high up, or with one who is a turncoat, having first been a Libdem and a remainer, sacrificing both principled stands for a chance of ending up in No 10, or with one who has been so vapid and useless that she was sacked by her superiors while ‘nobody knows her’ but who is a firm fighter for trans-rights. What joy!

Stephen Glover in his article for the DM asks pointedly what this latest round tells us about the current Tory MPs who’ve voted for Ms M (link). Good question! Cynical old me asks why some Tory Big Beasts support her. Is it because she’s so obviously puppet material that the string-pullers and puppet masters know they can do as they like when she is the figurehead?

As for La Truss: at least she’s shown that she’s prepared to work hard for her own betterment. Regarding her warblings about taxes and the economy: nice. How she will cut taxes when she’s also going to support the Ukraine to our last bullet which then needs replacing: no, we’re not asking that. The DT has a report dripping with concern, under the headlines:

“Damning poll shows Rishi Sunak would lose members’ vote against all his Tory leadership rivals – Former chancellor’s chances could be damaged by ballot papers being sent out before he has made his case at hustings across the country” (paywalled link)

But wait a minute: postal voting is fine in GEs, isn’t it? So why the concern for Tory Party members? Presumably they’ve met Sunak during the years he’s been Chancellor, correct? Are the MSM in the form of their political editors perhaps ever so slightly worried that their own campaigns for one or the other female candidate might be disregarded? 

Then there’s a sketch in the DT lamenting that the Tories will regret not having kept Ms Badenoch and Mr Tugendhat in the race. The author’s description of the remaining wannabes is rather skilful:

“Now the contest looks drab. Imagine a box of Celebrations on Boxing Day, or the state of the supermarket sandwich aisle just before closing time. The succulent salmon and cream cheese bagels are long gone, so too the solid, dependable BLTs. Instead, an uninspiring selection awaits – all weeping lettuce and congealed crusts. Fancy a coagulated tuna sweetcorn or a soggy egg and cress? A greying chicken salad? Thought not.” (paywalled link)

True dat. It’s also true that we, the paying public, the despised plebs, have no dog in this race – not until the next GE. Even so, the Chief Editor of The Times is already playing the blame game, blaming the Tory party members and by extension the MPs both for having elected Johnson three years ago and for any coming election disaster. He’s demanding that they should acknowledge their guilt in voting for Johnson and take responsibility by setting up some sort of ‘ethics’ ministry (link, paywalled).

Odd, isn’t it, that the fabulous Westminster editors have not a scintilla of doubt that they’re simply overflowing with proper ‘ethics’.  Accordingly, they and only they are permitted to judge and to ‘form’ the opinion of us stupid plebs. It’s ‘ethical’ for them to push government policies such as lockdowns while keeping quiet about the handouts said government has given them. 

Well, now that it’s cooler, now that ‘Teh Race’ is done and dusted, regardless of who the two last standing candidates turn out to be, there’s one conclusion only we can draw: it doesn’t matter who is in No 10, Tory wannabe or Labour wannabe with added Libdems and SNP. Our glorious MSM will decide who will govern and how they’ll govern.

The past few days have shown again that we, the stupid plebs, will do as we’re told by the Westminster swamp dwellers, from No 10 and Whitehall to the Westminster newsrooms. Our ‘response’, from lockdowns to the ‘killer heatwave’ has demonstrated that we prefer to cling to Nanny’s hands, having been thoroughly trained in not thinking for ourselves.

Grim, isn’t it.



 

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