Alex Massie

Alex Massie

The GOP Declines to Rump Status

The good news for the Republican party is that it can't get much worse; the bad news is that it's pretty bad already. As Rod Dreher points out, a new Washington Post poll finds that just one in five Americans are prepared to identify themselves as Republicans. That's some achievement in a two-party system. With apologies to Evelyn Waugh, you see, we may class political parties into four grades: Leading Party, First-Rate Party, Good Party and Party. Frankly, Party is pretty bad. Now this may be a rogue poll and the GOP may still do well in next month's gubernatorial elections in Virginia and New Jersey. Equally, the conservative base may still, pace Nate Silver, be more motivated than the disaffected, moderate centre, to turn-out at next year's mid-terms.

Snooper Britain

Many thanks to Iain Dale for digging up this Tory poster from 1929. Prescient and useful though it may be, I cannot share his confidence that the Conservatives will be very much better. That is, we may modestly expect an improvement in degree but not in kind. Alas. Here, at least, is an opportunity for the Tories to surprise us. In a good way. That's the optimistic take, anyway.

How Serious are the Tories about Localism?

This chart, pinched from Burning Our Money, shows how much work needs to be done if the Conservatives' talk of handing power back to local communities is actually likely to amount to anything. As you can see, local government raises more of its own money in almost every other leading country. Only Ireland, Greece and, to my surprise, the Netherlands are more dependent upon central government.(Meanwhile, over on the good side of the chart are our friends in Australia and, especially, New Zealand.) Real Localism - and all the good things that are supposed to flow from it - demands a measure of fiscal responsibility. Without that accountability the rest is largely window-dressing. Pretty window-dressing but window-dressing nonetheless.

Stickies vs Provos

Tory Bear is upset with the continuing brouhaha over the Conservatives' pals in the European parliament. Well, fair enough. I find it hard to believe that anyone, apart from euro-obsessives, cares about the european parliament but perhaps I'm mistaken. Accordingly he wants, not unreasonably, to draw attention to some of Labour's less than wholesome allies in Europe. Among them... How about Proinsias De Rossa, ever heard of him? Well he is a murdering terrorist who is linked to the killing of six British Policemen. This former IRA man originally joined the Communist and Allies group before transferring to the PES and taking an active role in the drafting of the European Constitution.

Dancing to a Scottish Jig? Aye, Right.

Och, David, dinna fash yersel'. The chances of Alex Salmond playing a tune for anyone to dance to next year are a good deal slimmer than the First Minister himself. His speech was, like Gordon Brown's in Brighton, a parochial affair, designed to appeal to the lumpen party memebership, not convince anyone who ain't already a true believer.  It was, then, absurd. But no more absurd than is the rule at this kind of gathering. Then again, it was, in one sense, a Unionist speech, albeit one cloaked in nationalist rhetoric. Public spending in Scotland has essentially doubled in Scotland since devolution (without, it must be said, doing very much in terms of advancing the health or education of the Scottish people.

A Parliament of Doctors

So, it seems that if you want to win a primary contest in the modern Tory party it helps to be a GP. Having selected a local GP in Totnes the Conservatives have selected another local MP in Bracknell. As Liberal Vision's Mark Littlewood says, Phil Lee may well become an admirable Member of Parliament but, from an ousider's perspective it does seem a shame that neither of the two high-profile candidates - Iain Dale and Rory Stewart were selected. Since I've complained about excessive control from the centre it may seem churlish to grumble that there are problems with the way that local parties select their candidates too. But there you have it. There are trad-offs everywhere and nothing and no system is perfect.

Barack Obama the Writer

Robert Draper, chronicler of the Last Days of Bush, has another very interesting piece in GQ this month, this time looking at Barack Obama the writer and how the President's writing shapes and informs his style. Andrew Sullivan rightly highlights the part that deals with the famous "race speech" in Philadelphia last year, but I was struck by a couple of other passages that help, I think, explain Obama's enigmatic, still-up-for-grabs Presidency. Draper's thess is that Obama is the first writer to occupy the White House since Teddy Roosevelt. There's something to that and if you think that something has nothing to do with how aspiring-writers journalists view the President you'd be wrong.

Monarchy is Better than a Republic, Part XIX

At a town hall meeting in New Orleans yesterday, ABC News reports that: President Obama, like any other President, has his fair share of critics. Even fourth-graders have noticed. Why do people hate you?", a fourth-grade boy asked Obama at a town hall event in New Orleans today. "They're supposed to love you. And God is love." Obama's answer is actually pretty reasonable. But this is what happens when you make a mere elected politician assume the status of Priest-King. It is, in its own way, a corrupting influence. I don't blame the kid asking the question since, heck, there are plenty of professional journalists in DC who basically think along the same lines. This isn't Obama's fault, but it's a problem nonetheless.

Diego Maradona Lives to Fight Another Day

Argentina's coach Diego Maradona celebrates his team's goal against Uruguay during their World Cup qualifier in Montevideo. Argentina won 1-0 and qualified in fourth position for the World Cup. Photo: Daniel Garcia/AFP/Getty Images. Well, they did it. In the end Argentina didn't need to win in Montevideo yesterday since Chile's victory against Ecuador ensured that, whatever happened by the River Plate, Argentina would still have a chance of qualifying for the World Cup next summer. Happily the Selección will be in South Africa. Maradon'a reign as Argentina's manager has, of course, done more than just flirt with Calamity; it proposed to her and for some time Calamity seemed inclined to accept Maradona's advances.

The Generals & Their Plan of Attack

Actually, the General Staff's manoeuvres on Fleet Street have, alas, been rather more successful than their efforts in Basra and Helmand province. I commend*, therefore, Paul Robinson's article in this week's edition of the magazine in which he argues that the Generals must take their share of responsibility for recent military failures. More provocatively still he suggests the Army has been saved by Labour since without Tony Blair's zeal for expeditionary warfare it's not quite clear what the army would be for these days. There's something to that in as much as I suspect that if Blair had not committed us to the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, the MoD budget would be, once again, the first port of call for Chancellors hell-bent on cutting costs across Whitehall.

David Cameron, his Goats & his Pocket Boroughs

The other day Pete mentioned David Cameron's desire to bring in outsiders to staff his government ministries, making it a Tory version of Gordon's so-called Government Of All the Talents. One can see why this must be an appealling notion. You might share it if you were charged with assembling a government from the parliamentary Conservative party. Christ, you might think, they sent me this? Bricks without straw also ran. Now Benedict Brogan says that the Tories are thiking of creating as many as 40 new Conservative peers to stack the House of Lords with reliable Cameron votes. Again, one can see why he would want to do so even if, happily, a Conservative ministry will still be unable to command a majority in the Upper House.

Headline of the Day | 14 October 2009

Courtesy of the Australian AP: PM eats biscuit, Twitters about it Good to know that Kevin Rudd enjoyed his visit to a bakery in South Australia. [Hat-tip: Toby Harnden, via Twitter. Obviously. My Twitter feed is here.

Department of Equine Hyperbole

Sea the Stars winning the Arc de Triomphe at Longchamp. Photo: Michael Steele/Getty Images. So long, then, Sea the Stars. A shame you won't run as a four year old or in the Breeders' Cup but hardly a surprise that you're heading straight for the stud farm. The BBC News last night suggested you were the greatest horse we'd ever seen and an editorial in today's Times suggests you may "without much quibble, be considered the greatest" of all champions. This is a typically unecessary piece of hyperbole. It doesn't diminish Sea the Stars one bit to note that there is room for quibble here. Comparing horses from different generations is even more difficult than measuring human athletic achievements across the years, not least because even the ratings don't pretend to tell the full story.

Arabian Chutzpah

No matter what you think of global warming, I think this qualifies as chutzpah: Saudi Arabia is trying to enlist other oil-producing countries to support a provocative idea: if wealthy countries reduce their oil consumption to combat global warming, they should pay compensation to oil producers. Good luck with that.

President David Petraeus?

Photo: Alex Wong/Getty Images Until he gives a Shermanesque denial - and perhaps even that won't be enough to silence the speculation - you can bet that there'll be people writing about General David Petraeus's political potential. Can't be avoided. Too much time before the next election; too much space to fill. The most recent effort I've seen comes from Peter Beinart writing at the Daily Beast. As tends to be the case with such articles, Beinart spends more time entertaining historical comparisons than he does on anything as tedious as practicalities or probabilities. Naturally, this means that he suggests that Petraeus could be just like Dwight Eisenhower. They're both generals, you see? Fine. Apart from that, however, well it turns out that there isn't very much apart from that...

Carter-Ruck’s Own Goal

I make no particular comment about this chatty stroll through the ways and means of getting an injunction, save to note that it was written by Nigel Tait, a partner at Carter-Ruck and appears on the firm's website: In many cases it is clear to the lawyer, within minutes of taking instructions, whether or not the exercise may be worth while or is likely to be successful and, if it is, it is important to explain to the client:     i.    the risks of it going wrong; and
     ii.    the risks of it going right! If a client unsuccessfully applies for an injunction it may well draw more attention to the libel or breach of confidence than leaving it alone.

A Good Day: Geert Wilders May Now Visit Britain

Against all the odds, this is turning into a rare fine day. First the Guardian wins the Battle of Trafigura; now the courts have over-turned the order prohibiting Geert Wilders from entering the United Kingdom. Another small, if doubtless temporary, victory for liberty. Long-time readers will know that I'm not one of Mr Wilders' fans (see here, here and here) but the decision to exclude him from the UK was a nonsense and an affront to decency that discredited this country while doing nothing to discredit the Dutchman's ideas. He's a nasty piece of work, but that's not a good enough reason for banning him. Not that his actual physical presence in Britain means very much anyway, what with the interwebs and the Twittering and the Facebookery and Youtubing and all that.

British Press Banned from Reporting Parliament. Seriously.

This time, perhaps even the lawyers have gone too far. It's hard to recall, even in the long history of appalling gagging orders, a more disgraceful injunction than this: The Guardian has been prevented from reporting parliamentary proceedings on legal grounds which appear to call into question privileges guaranteeing free speech established under the 1688 Bill of Rights. Today's published Commons order papers contain a question to be answered by a minister later this week. The Guardian is prevented from identifying the MP who has asked the question, what the question is, which minister might answer it, or where the question is to be found.

Is David Cameron going to be the last Prime Minister of the United Kingdom?

Could David Cameron be the last Prime Minister of the United Kingdom? Clearly we're getting ahead of ourselves here, but... Some regular commenters will hope so since this would, depending upon your political preferences, either be the long-awaited national awakening or an opportunity to put the uppity Jocks in thier place and see how many bannocks that butters. I'm indebted to Joan McAlpine for alerting me to Jackie Ashley's column making exactly this case. Not making it persuasively but making it nevertheless. Now, granted, Ashley's piece appears to be a curious mash-up of SNP and Labour talking points designed to suggest that the only patriotic vote is a Labour vote but that actually gives her article some value.