Why are the Right endorsing Liz Kendall?

Labour Leadership Candidates and now they are 4_edited-1Why are the Right endorsing Liz Kendall? I’m not talking about the right of the Labour Party, but the proper rightPeople like The Sun. People like “helpful” Tories telling any hack who cares to listen that she is the candidate they most fear. People like heads of business who like what she has to say about deficit determinism and “living within our means“. Of course, it’s most unlikely these people will be calling for a Labour vote in 2020 whether Liz is leader or not. After all, a section of Britain’s establishment remain forever uncomfortable with our party’s progressive potential and would rather not have it in office again. Yet Liz, as they acknowledge, really believes the Blairite playbook and, as far as they’re concerned, does offer Labour’s surest way back to power. What then is happening? Do they genuinely wish to see Liz as Labour’s leader, and why?  Continue reading

The state should rid itself of its turbulent church

Equality and religous freedom. Two fundamental rights, belief in which we share, at least in principle, with the Tory party. Maria Miller, Culture Secretary and minister for equalities, may well have our sympathy, then, in urging the Church of England to think again on women bishops. Some MPs, of all major parties, led by former Synod member Frank Field, would go further and legislate to remove the Church of England’s immunities from gender discrimination legislation. This is a mistake. The reality is that antidisestablishmentarianism is no longer an acceptable position. Continue reading

Blairites party with Murdochs, 24 hours before Milly Dowler story broke

After Ed Miliband’s most successful week as Labour leader in which his bold and forceful stance against corrupt and depraved practices has brought the Murdoch empire to its knees, the Blairites, always too fond of fraternising with the rich and famous, have put those efforts in jeopardy. According to the Mail on Sunday, only 24 hours before the Milly Dowler phone-hacking story broke, they were wining and dining with the Murdochs and Tory ministers at “a party of decadent opulence and excess” at the 22-bedroom Cotswolds mansion of Eizabeth Murdoch and her husband, Matthew Freud. Labour Party members, even those on the right of the party, will be wondering how two Labour Shadow Cabinet members can justify attending such a party and whether they can now keep their positions. Continue reading

Who governs?

I’ll be honest. A couple of weeks ago, I was in utter despair with Ed Miliband’s leadership of the Labour Party. I bet many of you reading this were, too. He was stuck on repeat (literally) attacking public sector workers driven to strike by the government, leaving it to PCS leader Mark Serwotka and the BBC’s Evan Davis to shred Francis Maude’s fatally flawed arguments. He looked weak, directionless, spineless – and with no apparent prospect of leading Labour to victory at the next election. Continue reading

The establishment after its own

Lord Hanningfield, the Tory peer, was jailed yesterday for 9 months for falsely claiming £13,379 for overnight stays in London when he wasn’t in London at all, and on one occasion was actually on a flight to India. The judge excused the lightness of his sentence on the grounds that his mental health had suffered as a result of his trial. But no such consideration was shown to Elliot Morley, the former Labour MP jailed for 16 months for falsely claiming £30,000 in mortgage payments, even though he suffered severe depression before his trial. His punishment was in stark contrast to the mere 7-day suspension from Parliament handed out to the LibDem David Laws, former Chief Secretary to the Treasury, who had wrongly claimed £56,000. The judge excused the absurd lightness of his sentence on the grounds that his motive was to conceal his homosexuality since the rent claimed was paid to his partner, as though that (even if true) virtually absolves the offence. Other explanations might seem more likely. Continue reading