THE very worst thing about our socialist masters is that they are a bunch of big fat fibbers.
On everything from tax to immigration to the price of your gas and electricity bills, this shamelessly dishonest Labour government have said one thing and done exactly the opposite.
Sir Keir Starmer’s Labour government have consistently said one thing and one the oppositeGetty
Chancellor Rachel Reeves is even considering a new tax on house salesAFP
This is not simply a few bent and broken promises from a discarded manifesto.
This is getting elected on what turned out to be a pack of lies.
Labour swore blind that their mad dash to Net Zero was going to slash your energy bills by £300 — but unreliable wind farms mean your energy bill will go up in October.
Labour said they would “smash the gangs” but more than 50,000 illegal migrants have hopped on not-so-small boats to Blighty on their watch.
Labour say they want to close the migrant hotels, but Home Secretary Yvette Cooper is actually fighting tooth and nail in the High Court to keep them open.
And as we saw with Friday’s High Court ruling on keeping the Bell Hotel in Epping open for the use of asylum seekers, Cooper is winning.
At the very heart of Labour’s campaign at the General Election was that — in Keir Starmer’s weasel words — there would be “no tax surprises” because “all of our plans are fully funded and fully costed and none of them require tax rises over the ones that we’ve already announced [VAT on private schools]”.
And as the country steels itself for the ravages of Chancellor Rachel Reeves’ Autumn Budget, Starmer’s words are simply not true.
As Lord Daniel Finkelstein wrote in The Times this week, Labour have no mandate to raise your taxes.
Because they explicitly told us they would not do it.
And the soft cuddly euphemism of “U-turn” will not cover the yawning abyss between what Labour promised on the campaign trail and what they are actually doing in office.
Liar, liar, your socialist pants are on fire. And by now, Labour must know that they are lying.
The Net Zero narcissism of Energy Secretary Ed Miliband will never cut your energy bills.
The green goon refuses to allow drilling for fossil fuels in the North Sea, refuses to allow fracking for shale gas reserves that would keep us supplied with gas for 50 years — and prefers to import liquified gas from foreign countries, thereby driving up global emissions.
And Labour are never going to reduce illegal immigration.
SWEET NOTHINGS
Yvette Cooper talks tough but her fight to keep the Bell Hotel open reveals that she is woefully out of touch with the public mood.
Unbelievably, Cooper’s lawyers successfully argued that the rights of asylum seekers are more important than those of Epping locals.
They used to call the Tories the Nasty Party.
Does anyone doubt that Labour are now the Lying Party?
And it is now painfully clear that all of Labour’s campaign promises about not raising your taxes were just a bunch of dishonest, deceitful sweet nothings.
Yet before the General Election, Keir Starmer was outraged when Rishi Sunak dared to suggest that a Labour government would slap a tax on home sales.
“This was just a desperate story by Tories in relation to capital gains taxes on primary residences,” seethed Starmer.
“There was never a policy so it doesn’t need ruling out, but let’s rule it out in case anybody pretends it was.”
Yet reports suggest that, in a gross breach of promise, a tax on house sales is exactly one of the multiple new taxes Rachel Reeves is considering in her last desperate attempt to stave off national bankruptcy.
There are lies, damn lies — and lying Labour’s totally worthless promises.
Bye to Tayls of woe
NFL star Travis Kelce and singer Taylor Swift’s engagement even brought wellwishes from Donald TrumpThe Mega Agency
EVERYBODY loves a love story.
Even Donald Trump – not necessarily the biggest Swiftie – couldn’t find it in his hard old, orange-tinted heart to say something snarky about Taylor Swift getting engaged to Travis Kelce.
“Good luck to them,” growled Trump, a previously vocal Taylor Swift critic, and there seemed to be human warmth rather than spiteful sarcasm in his words.
Trump called Travis a “great guy” and Taylor a “terrific person”.
And in this world so full of misery, how could anyone not wish Travis and Taylor well?
Some wonder if Taylor’s happy-ever-after will reduce her appeal.
Because from Joe Jonas to Jake Gyllenhaal to Harry Styles to Calvin Harris to Joe Alwyn, Taylor has written songs about unreliable men and broken hearts.
Taylor is the bard of painful break-ups, the poet laureate of failed relationships.
As she settles down with the love of her life, does she have one great love song inside her?
As she has sung – “It’s a love story, baby. Just say yes.”
THE best drama on television this week was the epic 26-kick penalty shoot-out between Grimsby Town and Manchester United.
It had everything – there was agony and ecstasy, goalkeeper facing goalkeeper, cliff-hanging giant-killing, an ecstatic pitch invasion and lots of inflatable fish.
Here was a reminder of why we fell in love with football in the first place.
See the light?
COMPULSORY eyesight tests for motorists over the age of 70? Bring it on.
Although, it’s worth recalling that Prince Philip did not flip his Range Rover until he was 97.
But while we are at it, how about compulsory eyesight tests for cyclists under the age of 70?
Because even with my 20/20 vision, I have yet to spot one of them who can recognise a red traffic light.
Pin Liz and Maya look on the punks
Maya Jama’s dress was held together with safety pins at the MTV awardsGetty
Maya’s frock evoked memories of Liz Hurley’s famous dress she wore in the 90sGetty
MAYA JAMA’S safety-pinned dress at the MTV awards brought inevitable comparisons to Liz Hurley’s Versace frock at the 1994 premiere of Four Weddings And A Funeral.
But the safety-pinned look began with the wild young punk rockers around the time of the Silver Jubilee in 1977.
To the punks, safety pins represented a homemade, DIY culture that blew a wet raspberry at the establishment.
Although I don’t recall Johnny Rotten ever looking quite like Maya Jama.
Olive with no twist
Talk of remaking Oliver! is underwhelming when the original was so perfectly castKobal Collection – Shutterstock
AFTER the roaring success of Sir Cameron Mackintosh’s new stage production of Oliver! there is talk of a remake of the classic 1968 film.
All credit to Mackintosh for keeping Lionel Bart’s songs and Charles Dickens’ characters alive in the modern world.
But that 1968 film is the greatest musical in cinema history.
How do you improve upon perfection? It would be like trying to do a remake of The Godfather.
Will there ever be a better Fagin than Ron Moody?
A more gloriously evil Bill Sikes than Oliver Reed?
A more adorable Oliver than Mark Lester, a cheekier Artful Dodger than Jack Wild, a more perfectly realised Nancy than Shani Wallis?
But we live in a culture totally dominated by the reboot, the rehash and the remake.
These days everything wonderful, from Star Wars to Breaking Bad to Game Of Thrones to Harry Potter, gets squeezed until there is not a drop of juice left in it.
Sometimes I feel like paraphrasing Oliver Twist’s most famous soundbite.
Please sir – can we have a bit less?
A NEW poll says that the band most of us would love to have seen live is . . . Queen.
I saw Queen in their late-Seventies pomp.
Great frontman, brilliant songs, tight band.
Although my all-time favourite live act could do all of that – and also dance like Fred Astaire.
Nobody ever came close to Prince.
Bath scene won’t wash
BBC show King & Conqueror was let down by an unrealistic scriptBBC
I CAN tell you the exact moment the BBC’s King & Conqueror lost me.
It was when Harold and William were sharing their bath night, right.
There they sit, soaking in their adjacent 11th century bath tubs, ruminating about medieval society while searching for ye olde bar of soap.
It was like seeing a World War Two drama where Churchill and Hitler were having a chinwag in the sauna about developments on the Eastern Front.
King & Conqueror is full of great actors.
But despite the nose-biting episodes and gory fight scenes, all the sensitive male characters act like they are auditioning for the Hugh Grant role in a Richard Curtis drama.
Has any drama ever had such a yawning gap between the eminence of the cast and the lousy quality of the script?
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