from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger
The results of the European Union tragicomedy, where, from time to time, the benighted citizens are allowed to play games in the hope they will also get the bread, show that the more bankrupt the country is, the more likely it is to vote socialist. By bankrupt I mean not only fiscally, but also morally. The carpe diem and apres deluge philosophy, quintessentially Marxist, took hold of Europe and practically of the whole Western world. The Marx-Engels’ proletariat split into the lower middle class bourgeoisie and the welfare warriors, formerly called the lumpen-proletariat. The mostly corrupt academia does what it can do the best: cut the branch it parasiticaly flourishes on.
The rise of a few political parties of slightly different Weltanschauungen is encouraging, but only in a somewhat nostalgic sense. One wants to believe that not all Europeans are sheep, though many anti-immigration voters may be only worrying about their personal welfare benefits, and not the profound and ominous implications for civilisation. They are unlikely to make any but a symbolic difference.
Mark Steyn : “Sunday’s UK election results were the first since 1910 in which a party other than Conservative or Labour came out on top in a national vote. That’s to say, Nigel Farage did something nobody from outside the two-party system has done in over a century: he won.” – – -
“This time, unlike 1910, Britons were not electing a government, but merely members of the European Parliament. The European Parliament isn’t really a parliament, in the sense that it does not have “legislative initiative”, which is a polite why of saying these guys have no say over anything that matters. And, aside from not being a parliament, there isn’t any “Europe”. The more the Eurocrats insist that their subjects are voting as “European citizens”, the more the horizons shrivel: in the Parliament of Euro-Man, the French vote for French nationalists, Hungarians for Hungarian nationalists, Greeks for Greek nationalists, etc. There is no European polity, which is why there should be no European parliament.
My old boss Boris Johnson, now the Mayor of London and eyeing Downing Street next, analyzed the vote thus:
To a greater or lesser extent, the story of this Euro-election has been the rise of the minor parties – some of them bizarre, some of them downright potty, but all of them united by a visceral dislike of the EU bureaucracy: its arrogance, its remoteness, its expense, its endless condescension and its manic and messianic belief in its right to legislate for all 500 million people in the EU.
There is a kind of peasants’ revolt going on, a jacquerie. From Dublin to Lublin, from Portugal to Pomerania, the pitchfork-wielding populists are converging on the Breydel building in Brussels – drunk on local hooch and chanting nationalist slogans and preparing to give the federalist machinery a good old kicking with their authentically folkloric clogs.
Lovely stuff, but I don’t think it’s quite right. Yes, Ukip voters hate the EU bureaucracy, but the only reason the EU is in a position to put the screws to them is because the British political class gave away British sovereignty to Brussels. And Ukip wants it back. So, in that sense, it’s not so very different from 1910. Like John Redmond and his Irish caucus, Nigel Farage leads a nationalist party and, like Redmond with Asquith, he’d be happy to enter into an arrangement with the Prime Minister in exchange for a Home Rule bill.
But none of the Westminster parties is serious about Home Rule for Britain – which is to say withdrawal from the EU, or at any rate the kind of meaningful clawback that would dramatically reduce Brussels’ jurisdiction over the United Kingdom. Dear old Boris doesn’t seem to get that everything he says about the EU bureaucracy – “its arrogance, its remoteness, its expense, its endless condescension” – is exactly how Farage’s voters feel about the Conservative-Liberal-Labour-Media Permanent Political Class in London. For the most recent examples of arrogance, remoteness and condescension, see the coverage of Ukip throughout this election campaign.”
I think Boris does get it, but being a politician, he can’t possibly be truthful.
“Is that going to change? On Friday, David Cameron was insisting that he shared voters’ frustration with David Cameron. If he were Obama, Cameron would say that no one is madder than Cameron at all the stuff this Cameron guy’s been pulling. But by Monday the Prime Minister had recovered:
David Cameron has attacked Nigel Farage for claiming to be a “normal bloke down the pub” when he is in reality a “consummate politician” who is “supremely tactical”.
This is a relatively sophisticated line of attack from Cameron, who had previously dismissed Ukip as a bunch of “fruitcakes, loonies and closet racists”. Evidently, it has dawned on him that what marks a chap as an obvious “fruitcake” to all the smart people in “the Westminster village” strikes less perceptive fellows out there in the hinterlands as a “normal bloke”.
Let’s stipulate that nobody who prospers among the creeps and misfits who infest politics in an advanced western democracy these days can be that much of a “normal bloke”. “
Well, I have been saying this since ever.
“That said, on the one occasion I’ve met Farage, he struck me as more normal than most, and, even if he isn’t a “normal bloke”, he gives a much more convincing impression of one than Cameron does. As I wrote last year:
After Ukip cost the Tories control of Oxfordshire County Council, that body’s longtime leader offered some advice to the Prime Minister: “You have to work out how to be one of us without affectation.” Good idea; maybe we can focus-group it.
As for the “down the pub” boozing and puffing, if that’s all a put-on, Farage is in seriously deep cover. But there too the Oxfordshire Tory chappie made a good point about him:
“He is unafraid to be filmed with a pint of beer and a cigarette in his hand when all of our media training tells us to eschew either image.”
The “normal bloke” terrain was consciously abandoned by the tripartisan consultant class from which Cameron emerged. But it’s more than just a few stylistic tics like 14 pints every photo-op. As an example of normal blokiness, consider Farage’s reaction when, late in the campaign, a Ukip candidate was revealed to have once described homosexuality as “abnormal”. The Ukipper in question, Roger Helmer, is 70, and Farage responded to the ensuing “controversy” by saying that “if we asked the 70s and over in this country how they felt about it [homosexuality], most of them still feel uncomfortable.”
That’s a very normal-blokey reaction: He’s not saying he feels like that, he’s just saying Helmer grew up at a time when homosexuality was illegal in Britain, and in a fast-moving world you can’t expect everyone to stay au courant, and it’s no big deal, and certainly no reason to hound the chap from public life. Farage’s response was not just decent and humane, but, indeed, genuinely “diverse” and “tolerant”. Can you ever in your life imagine Cameron or Clegg or Milliband saying such a thing? Or would they be standing there po-faced droning on all finger-waggingly about how such bigotry has no place in our politics today? And isn’t that sort of thing part of the reason why not only do they not sound like “normal blokes down the pub” but, in fact, come over as deeply weird blokes? A day or two before the election, Cameron was huffin’ and a-puffin’ that Britain had had enough of the “appalling” Ukip. It must be awfully tiring going around being fakily indignant about piffle all day long.
But perhaps not, if you never address anything of actual importance to voters.”
One could write something here about fakey-blokey PM Abbott…
“I see I’ve quoted my year-old Farage profile a couple of times already, so I might as well make a feature of it. I’ve no reason to believe that anyone who matters in the three “mainstream” parties or even my old colleagues in Fleet Street ever read the piece, which is their loss, because they (the politico-media class) might not have waged this election so ineptly. For example, Steyn in 2013:
Farage is too funny to make a convincing fascist, but, with the great unwashed pounding on the fence of their gated community, the Westminster village have redoubled their efforts. To be sure, as with any fledgling party whose candidate-selection process lacks the ruthless filtering of the Big Three, Ukip’s members are somewhat variable: One recently expressed an antipathy toward women in trousers, another was glimpsed in a cell-phone photograph either doing a Nazi salute (albeit sitting down and with his left hand) or reaching out to seize the phone in mid-snap. Considering the oppo research launched against Ukip by all three major parties plus the media, these are thin pickings.
And, as the case of Mr Helmer demonstrated, they’ve remained thin – and entirely ineffective. So why not stop the labelling? Yes, this or that candidate will once in a while say something capable of being presented as “racist” or “transphobic” if you all work yourselves up to get sufficiently “appalled” over it, but it’s never going to be enough. You can’t keep calling these guys “fringe” “extremists” when they get more votes than you. So instead of shrieking about “fruitcakes” and “loonies” why not try engaging on the issues? Me last year again:
The Tories in particular might be better off thinking seriously about Ukip’s appeal: If you reckon things are grand just as they are, having a choice between three indistinguishable “social democrat” parties — as Farage calls Labour, Liberal, and Conservative — is fine. If you don’t think things are grand, then it seems increasingly strange and, indeed, unhealthy that not one of the three “mainstream” parties is prepared to support policies that command the support of half the electorate (EU withdrawal) and significantly more than half (serious border enforcement). Underneath the contempt for UKIP lies a careless assumption by the antiseptic metropolitan elite that their condescension is universally shared…
Talking to themselves across the dinner tables of Highgate and Holland Park, the ConLibLabMedia United Front gave themselves a bad case of Pauline Kael Syndrome (the New Yorker critic supposedly bewildered by Nixon’s victory because no one she knew had voted for him). There is a danger here for the Labour Party, too, which in some ways had a worse night than the Tories. Me from a year ago:
The Britain to which Ukip speaks resonates beyond the 19th hole. It was not just that the party won an unprecedented number of seats in May’s elections, but that they achieved more second-place finishes than anybody else. Beyond the leafy suburbs and stockbroker counties, in parts of Britain where the traditional working class has been hung out to dry by Labour in pursuit of more fashionable demographics, Ukip has significant appeal.
And so it proved. The Tory vote fell by 3.8 per cent, but the Ukip vote went up by 11 per cent. Which means they took votes from the other parties, too. Labour likes the idea of Ukip as a right-wing vote-splitter, but once it starts eating into their own base all bets are off. And last week Ukip proved it could do that just enough to make a difference.
The Westminster system is implicitly designed for two players: one to be the Government, one to be the Loyal Opposition. Until the 20th century, other than the various transient Irish Home Rule parties, there were literally only two parties. In that 1910 election, a fledgling Labour came fourth. Within a decade and a half, they’d displaced the Liberals as the alternative to the Tories, and the Libs never again held power until Cameron so bungled the last election that he was forced to form a coalition with them. It’s obviously premature to suggest that Ukip will replace the Conservative Party, but I’d say we’re now in for an era of four-party politics at Westminster.
And the reason for that is that (per Boris) in their “arrogance”, “remoteness” and “endless condescension” the other three parties all sound the same,
So in a way it’s still a two-party system.”
Mr Steyn is incurable optimist – the two or three parties are the same birds but for the camouflage feathers.