I am told that, on this January Tuesday morning, it’s pouring down with rain back in Blighty. I’m finding that difficult to get my mind round given that I am sitting on the balcony of our room, looking at the ocean literally some twenty yards away and enjoying the warmth and welcome of Barbados. Well, someone has to!

Time, methinks, for reflection on the past year.

If the leader of a major political party who led his members to their worst electoral defeat since the 1930s can refuse to resign...just yet...(Marxists don’t give up power; period) to enable “a time for reflection” then I reckon I am permitted just a morning doing the same.


What a year 2019 was! The decade certainly went out with a bang. The 12th December 2019 will forever be celebrated as the day the Great British People finally got to have their say. The Tyranny of Parliament was finally overcome. A dangerous combination of Remain MPs disregarding the wishes of the majority of their constituents and the Fixed-term Parliaments Act removing from the Executive the prerogative power to dissolve Parliament (with power in the hands of disgracefully behaving parties from a recklessly partisan Speaker to a self-absorbed Opposition and many more) thus delivering a mechanism for the maintenance of the Tyranny seemingly in perpetuity. All in cahoots with a London-based Remainer Establishment Elite and haute-Remainers who dominate many public institutions, apparently all approved by a so-called independent judiciary. The most divisive and contentious issue of our time and the Supreme Court decides 11-0 (not a single dissenting voice ... really??) in favour of what appeared to the layman as allowing the Remainer elite to continue the derailing of Brexit.

But there was a deeper, almost subliminal message to emerge from the General Election result. Millions upon millions of ordinary Brits have had enough of the developing wokeness in our society. Ridiculous situations emerge on a daily basis: Marks & Spencer withdrew from sale a sandwich containing Gentleman’s Relish because it was sexist (I joke not); sombreros banned from university campuses on the grounds of “cultural appropriation”; tax expert Maya Forstater loses her case for unfair dismissal, having been sacked because she’d tweeted that transgender people are not able to change their biological sex, with the judge giving the verdict that stating the facts about XX and XY chromosomes is an “approach not worthy of respect in a democratic society”! As Clare Foges said in The Times (and I thank her for the above examples), Labour needs to absorb a new rule: if a party championing woke concerns competes with a party championing the concerns of the silent majority, the latter will smash it. And with an historic majority of 80 seats, smash it they did.

The nation can now move on, the deadweight of the consequence of three years of Remainer abuse of process has gone. Businesses get the certainty they crave. Gone is the looming shadowy threat of a Corbyn government and also gone is the continued damaging stasis of not (if I may use the phrase) getting Brexit done. Let’s go for it! The country wants to move on...quickly!

And I close with one other reflection of a totally different nature, but in many ways just as and possibly more important. The name Siya Kolisi probably means nothing to most of those reading my first offering of this new decade, but because of who he is and where he comes from, on Saturday 2nd November in Japan he did a wonderful thing. Whilst I am sad that my country failed at the last hurdle to bring home the Rugby World Cup (although forever we will cherish the memory of thrashing (I do not exaggerate) the New Zealand All Blacks, haka ‘n’ all in the semi-final) I rejoice in the fact that Siya Kolisi was the first black guy to raise Rugby’s most important trophy above his massive shoulders as captain of the World Champions, the South African


The General Election sorted all that. And more… the average voters in the Midlands and the North who had voted Labour for generations showed in the secret voting booth that they did not want to be bossed by a bunch of hard left, anti-business, unpatriotic politicos peppered with Marxism, Stalinism and anti-Semitism. As Tony Blair once famously said, “If a traditional left-wing party competes with a traditional right-wing party you get the traditional result”. Thank God Corbyn, McDonnell and their ilk weren’t paying attention to the most electorally successful leader of the Labour Party in history.


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