CSM EDITORIAL
People really don’t like Rachel Reeves. They know she’s a liar. They know she plagiarises others’ work. They know she accepts bunged expensive clothes and freebie Sabrina Carpenter tickets. All the while she targets the people that so many people love – the farms, the elderly, local businesses. Farmers have committed suicide over her farm tax. The elderly have frozen. Businesses are going to the wall at an alarming rate. Borrowing costs have risen partly because financial markets are twitchy at the way the UK economy has been run by her over the past nine months.
Reeves’s credibility has already been shot to bits and she’s the butt of jokes from the boardroom to the classroom.
In February an art college class was given the task of creating an artwork that reflected the terms ‘exaggeration and instability’. This is what a fifteen-year-old student conjured:
Let that sink in. Children, in today’s connected world, know they are presided over by a liar and a plagiarist. What kind of example is being set?
’25 porkies in 30 minutes’ Keir Starmer, Reeves’ supposed boss, is not spared from scrutiny. His moral relativism, as if shaped by the anti-capitalist bitterness of a Hobsbawm and the on-the-fence soullessness of a legal career—a genuine one as opposed to his business secretary’s—suggests a troubling indifference to Truth. Yet, while he may have long ago abandoned principle, the nation has not. His Chancellor, Rachel Reeves, is a walking embarrassment—a poor role model for future generations. Her legacy? A litany of failures: prioritising ideology over pragmatism to wreck what was a growing economy. Why is Starmer sticking with this clunker? No doubt his Chancellor even cheats when playing Wordle.
These are not the values we wish to pass on to our children and grandchildren.
The discontent extends far beyond Westminster. At a recent gathering, the Squires heard firsthand how Reeves’ policies are alienating the very backbone of the country. Her assaults on rural communities and the farming sector have sparked outrage, while her colleagues’ attacks on the Green Belt and their zeal for Net Zero mandates have driven entrepreneurs to the brink. Many have vowed to withhold their support—and their taxes—from a Labour government they see as waging an ideological war against the strivers and stewards of this nation.
One businessman has already relocated his warehouse to Dubai. Another, disillusioned, chose Singapore over London for his fund’s headquarters. A software developer has started rejecting contracts for fear of having to pay yet more tax to “these awful people”. Even small businesses are hesitating, delaying expansion plans and bracing for what some describe as a “four-year hibernation.” Offshore havens are thriving as confidence in Labour’s leadership evaporates. The sentiment is grim: some now speak of Argentina with more optimism than the UK under Labour’s trajectory.
The discontent runs deep, even touching those with military ties, who are appalled by Labour’s handling of the SAS saga. And as children overhear these conversations, they too are forming their own opinions. A quick search on their phones soon reveals the miserable truth about miserable Rachel Reeves—a truth that Labour can no longer spin.
‘How come Reeves was not sacked? If I lied on my CV and tried to get a job at McDonald’s my application would be rejected for dishonesty, Dad!’
This Labour government, a rabble that stumbled into power by default, may well be the last of its kind. If so, it will be a mercy. For many, Labour has become a curse—on our homes, our farms, and our great nation. Good riddance, indeed.
Reeves must go before she does even more harm.
Who will replace her?
The beady-eyed Pat McFadden is the bookies’ favourite. After that, names of MPs appear who one needs to Google.
So why not recruit from the back benches?
Because the wave of new Labour MPs are a bunch of Fabian Society no-hopers who’ve never had a real job in their lives. They never expected to win. Labour might as well stick a finger in the air and go for Catherine Fookes the MP for Monmouth, chief executive of Women’s Equality Network Wales and chair of the Welsh think tank, Fabians Cymru—then we’d be well and truly fooked.