Friday 09 October 2015.
Dear Mr Cameron,
Your conference has been the most ridiculous and disgusting spectacle I never thought I’d see in this country. It came across as a ‘Janet and John’ exercise in lies and spin and a cringingly embarrassing display of self congratulations. Poor little Michael (Pob) Gove set the tone with his, “David Cameron won a famous victory – he deserved to win a famous victory – and all those who doubted, who denigrated, who disagreed were proved wrong”. Less than 25% of all who could have voted and a slender majority of 12 seats is not famous. 34% of the electorate were so underwhelmed by what was on offer on the corner shop political shelf they couldn’t get past their yawning disinterest to even bother to turn up to put an ‘X’ in a box for anyone.
What was going on with Theresa May and Gorgeous George, striking triumphalist poses like x-Factor wannabe bunnies caught in the headlights of an oncoming car for the first time for a flickering moment of fame? When you consider there were doubtless more than a few of the fox hunting/shooting fraternity in the auditorium, standing pigeon toed and gormless, as George was, was tempting fate a little, don’t you think?
But the best was yet to come. I’ll not bother with most of what you said, I am not your target audience and give no credence to liars. However, there is one matter that deserves attention, your vicious and despicable attack on Jeremy Corbyn. He doesn’t need me sticking up for him, so let’s call this watching his back, which is the preferred area of attack for Tories as Margaret Thatcher found out to her great cost.
When the European arrived in what we now call America, the indigenous peoples had no idea or even concept of what was in store for them, especially from the aristocrats and elites who made promises and signed treaties with hearts as black as pitch. What ensued was the bloody slaughter and near extinction of the magnificent buffalo and the death and destruction of the indigenous Indian nations through the white mans diseases from which they had no immunity or protection and the bloody slaughter undertaken by the insurgent white man. Interesting to note here is that the stories of the scalping savages we’ve been told, were, in reality, the white man and the “scalp bounty” on dead native Indians. In 1703, Massachusetts apparently paid 12 pounds for an Indian scalp but by 1723 that price had rocketed to 100 pounds. Whether the expression, ‘white man speaks with forked tongue’, was used by the indigenous peoples or whether it was a later literary invention, it is an entirely appropriate term to describe, if not all whites, then certainly the aristocracy and ruling elites and none more so that the modern day Tory party.
You said to conference the following, “And on the subject of protecting our country from terrorism, let me just say this: Thousands of words have been written about the new Labour leader. But you only really need to know one thing: he thinks the death of Osama bin Laden was a “tragedy”. Using this one word, removed of any contextual meaning you then went on to say, “My friends – we cannot let that man inflict his security-threatening, terrorist-sympathising, Britain-hating ideology on the country we love”. You are not the man to talk of love, nor to point the finger of hate at another. The enemy within Britain is Tory.