The quality of the cloth

 

Subject: The quality of the cloth.

Living in a club has the disadvantage that the views of other members largely reflect each other's views, they are cut from the same cloth and live in an echo chamber simply rehearsing  what has been said before, ad nauseam.

Listening to a parliamentary committee debating the role of Scotland and Wales regarding decisions coming from the Westminster Parliament one is forced to conclude that there is an actual dearth of talent in the Conservative Party.  MPs representing English constituencies seem staid and robotic when compared to the more open free thinking views offered by the Welsh and the Scottish parliamentarians.

I know I will be accused of bias against the Conservative party and the type of people who represent it, middle and upper middle class, members of the legal fraternity, a financial consortium, plus those privately educated monied people who naturally gravitate into the Tory Party with its conservative views and the aim of preserving, not only the status quo but the actual status of their bank balance. It would be unfair to say they have become stultified listening to constant reminders of as they see it their exclusive right to control the levers of power  but in the verbal duelling which has just taken place, the Scots and the Welsh shone with ideas and common sense whilst the English came across as dull and visionless. 

I am influenced by reason in a debate. The apparent 'tin eared' approach in the so called 'Mother of Parliaments', bound by its traditional rule making, blinkered by its self centred vision of the world and particularly by the need to perpetuate the two tier divide running through the British Isles (but particularly so in England), where opportunity is largely governed by birth, which itself in turn governs the education a person receives and inevitably the opportunity to work with the 'power brokers', in this highly discriminatory country.

The Scots appear clear minded and passionate, given their great success in persuading the Scottish people to vote for the SNP and Scottish Independence. Their reasoned argument  made the Tory sound positively antediluvian.

The Tory poster boy, (other than Boris himself) is Jacob Rees-Mogg, the louche, well scrubbed, pinstriped suited toff. His claim to fame, other than his accentuated accent, has to be his Latin quoting circle which he draws around himself, emphasised by names he chose for his severn children :

 : Sixtus Boniface Theodore Alphege Somerset Dunstan Anselm Fizwilliam Wulfric Leyson Pius. He clearly lives in the past and would be better suited to a medieval court. Perhaps on reflection, he has got his wish.