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George Osborne and Bullingdon amateurism have been found out. The time is right for the most oppressed among us to appeal more radically to British decency.

David Cameron has gone off to Spain, it seems, because he wants to spend Easter having a think. Not a rethink mind….just a think. The Knights of Camerlot don’t do ‘re’ thinking; they just try to work out new excuses why, new ways round, and then pile on a lot of forceful assertion using selective (and often downright wrong) interpretations of ‘evidence’.

After he’d gone up Espagne, however, his Chancellor stayed behind to answer questions from a Commons select committee about the Budget. This consisted largely of committee members asking “Chancellor, can you tell us….” and Osbollocks just saying “No”. When at last one MP said “that’s not an answer to my question Chancellor”, Little Osborne airily dismissed her complaint with, “well it’s all you’re going to get”.

This sort of behaviour – added to the last four PMQ sessions, wherein the Prime Minister cracked childish jokes about Corbyn and evaded every question he was asked – shows the contempt the Dark Knights have for Parliamentary democracy and Executive accountability. But it bears all the hallmarks of pride before a fall.

For the first time this past week, there have been encouraging signs that, while the furore seems to have been about the Budget in general and heartless cuts to disabled benefits in particular, it is increasingly expanding way beyond any single issue. But equally, all the signals suggest that George Osborne in particular doesn’t see it that way. And when Tory leaderships no longer have the national pulse to hand, backbenchers start to fret about their seats.

I spoke briefly with an older Party head last Thursday. He told me, “The man’s [Osborne] arrogance is running him. I’ve seen it a hundred times, old stick – he’s doomed”.

Where there was tight-lipped silence even two months ago, today there is open rebellion in the Conservative Party beyond Westminster.

They’ve had enough of being patronised. Although many people today think Cameron was referring to UKippers when he used the term “swivel-eyed loons” back in 2011, he was in fact referring to Tory constituency workers. When he did finally get round to writing off the Faragistas as “BNP lite”, he not only made a firm enemy in Nigel; he also offended many Conservative UKip sympathisers. And whatever you/we may think of IDS, he is much-loved among Tory activists: the Osborne crack about him being “not really bright enough for Cabinet office” was a last straw for some of them.

It should not be forgotten that, while a browbeaten and carefully cloned bunch of newer intake Conservative MPs are pro-EU in their inclinations, the overwhelming majority of Party workers – estimated after a June 2015 opinion survey at 85% – loathe the very idea of control from Europe. A prominent Berkshire Tory told me yesterday that “their heart isn’t in support for this referendum…a lot of them are moonlighting for UKip”.

Now – even after the worst Budget fiasco in recent memory – the leadership bounds in with lead boots on to push harder on the creeping privatisation of education. And this time, they have a serious local authority rebellion to deal with on the subject of academies.

Regardless of what the didactic Left may feel, the great mass of Conservative grassroots were not educated at Eton and Oxbridge. Lucky enough to have been brought up outside inner-city disaster-area schools, they still represent that solidly aspirant lower-middle class who abhor hairies….but aren’t that keen on chinless wah-wahs either. A surprising number of those actually in local politics themselves are educationalists; and their upbringing has blessed them with enough common sense to know that a wholesale switch to academies is simply impractical and untried ideology gone mad.

“So you’re not that happy with the leadership at the moment?” an interviewer asked one of their ranks earlier today.

“That’s putting it mildly,” she replied, “local authority control is better for our children than people in it for the money. We’re sick to death of all this top-down theory from amateurs”.

Oh dear.

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I think we may be at a turning point in history. For when I write that the current Conservative problem goes beyond the Budget, it also stretches beyond the EU referendum issue…and across Party lines.

What we saw in 1975 was a coup in the Tory Party, in which Heath the soft-Right EU-happy Grammar School boy was dumped in favour of a radical ideology. It was the first genuine ideology the Party (quintessentially pragmatic by nature) had ever had, and it was spectacularly successful in three elections on the trot. For the first time since the 1920s, the Tories became aggressively monetarist, openly neoliberal, and a Party of unapologetic capital. It underwent, astonishingly, a heist by Personality Cult politics in the ectomorphic shape of Mrs Thatcher – a woman who had vowed to destroy the trade union movement, and was not just doubtful about the EC (as it then was): she was also pro the White African tribes.

But the Mad Handbag was a woman of her time. And in her time, the education revolution went from ‘Maggie Thatcher, Milk Snatcher’ to starving the State school system, and then ruining the further education system, reversing social mobility based on education, abandoning Grammar Schools for good….until now, we have reached a bridge too far for the rank and file: creeping privatisation in the mainstream schools.

Now, a smart élite with antennae would’ve picked up the vibes. When the Whip system in the Commons was still a disciplinary tool rather than a very English SS, such feedback was noted and passed on to those seen daily walking in and out of Ten Downing Street. Now it isn’t.

I can promise you – as a mere Pro-Am in the business of Westminster gossip – you would be staggered at how long it took Camerlot under first Lansley and then Hunt to grasp that Brits of all Parties and opinions were proud of the NHS, and far more likely to defend it than demolish it. Hunt’s behaviour over the Junior Doctors’ contract dispute shows this silly man up for the privileged chancer – some would drop the ‘h’ – he is: a former incompetent dingbat monopoly supplier to a quango controlled by his Second Cousin.

How on Earth, many thinking Brits ask, have these clowns got this far?

Well, the by now redundant (and obviously flawed) Thatcherite theology has been kept alive by using the same anti-libertarian élitism employed by the Birts and Campbells who surrounded Blair and Mandelson: that is to say, a robotic, centrally controlled choice of Lobby Fodder slavishly obedient to – and dependent upon – an increasing crypto-fascist Executive. Slowly, all debate has been resisted, rebuffed, censored and even unconstitutionally avoided. Under New Labour, the ploy was the pernicious ‘Legal Instrument’ being used to bypass Commons debate; under Camerlot, the brazen ignoring of proper legal procedures has, too, merely reflected the arrogance of those behind a plan to create a bizarre cross between feudal Norman England and the Corporate State.

It’s not surprising that overt constitutional vandalism has been the order of the day. But whereas John Birt was merely a Parsonian structural functionalist process-driven simpleton, the sociopaths David Cameron has assembled to people his entourage represent the very anti-matter of cultural decency and equality before the Law. Coulson, Brooks, Green, Shapps, Hunt, and Fallon are not naïfs: they are the Destroyers of Worlds, the decapitators of Civilisation.

In simpler times, one called the objective of such lowlife ‘colonialism’. It’s been obvious for some time that the creation of Colony Britain is the real ambition of the Chipping Nortons….and Blondi Borisconi too. A London modelled on Singapore, an EU to compete in the dog-eat-dog mercantile globalism pit: a Britain supplying peripatetic slaves for the New Bourbons, offering a barter point where offshore sweat shops paying little or no tax can be traded for a regular supply of utility services like gas, oil, water and yes, even information.

I know almost no natural Conservative voters or activists who grasp anywhere near this amount of the plot, but one thing is for sure: they have had enough of the Bullingdon Clique.

Despite Squeaky George’s saucer-eyed defiance yesterday, Bullingdon Toryism is in retreat. A defeat on June 23rd would turn them into a screaming, running, routed rabble – and produce a Conservative Party in Government and meltdown at one and the same time.

While merely another staging post on the trail leading to British devolution, this situation provides a golden opportunity for at least one group of the Vulnerable Ignored.

I refer to the 1950s-born Waspi women. And I offer this advice, which is in no way meant to patronise or make trouble.

Yours has been a long, hard road with laudable moral victories along the way. But you now need to face three undeniable facts:

  1. This Government Executive peopled by privileged gargoyles ignored your stunning Parliamentary 158-0 debate success. They didn’t even bother to turn up to defend their indefensible decision to welch on promises made to you over five decades.
  2. Nothing – absolutely nothing – was mooted in the Budget to address the genuine destitution faced by (to varying extents) some 500,000 innocent, law-abiding women. IDS spoke for many when he said, “If you’re unlikely to vote Conservative, they don’t care”.
  3. The Labour Party is not “your friend in tough times”: it is an inward-looking Party trying to stick two heads up one bumhole…which means that neither head is looking at the very real crisis you face. The only real help you’ve had is from the Great Future Hope, Mhairie Black of the SNP. But Ms Black is 22 years old and devoid of real power. (Were it in my gift, I would make her Empress of Britannia & Eurotania tomorrow).

The iron is still hot and malleable: but you need to wield the hammer in a way that will make your cause a popular one without alienating the young. Your grannies got the vote by symbolic chains on Royal railings, and then hunger strikes. I’m not advocating a mass campaign of jumping under the Queen’s racehorses. But I am strongly recommending a rethink on strategy.

No more Mrs Nice Lady. Get on the backlash wave and surf your stuff.

Earlier at The Slog: The long-overdue death of political theology may be upon us