There comes a moment in the fight game when an old boxer refuses to give up out of misplaced pride, but everyone present can see he’s taking too much punishment to continue. At that point the referee steps in and declares an end to the fight.

I never thought I would feel sorry for Gordon Brown, given the weight of punishment beatings he’s dished out over the years, but inexplicably I almost do.

This is not a time to gloat over his demise. For demise it is. Deservedly, he will be cast into the outest of outer darknesses, more so than that other failed Prime Minister, Edward Heath.

He’s the worst there is, has been, and maybe even ever will be. His tragic baggage is that he doesn’t yet know it — or the bit of his mind that pokes out of the top doesn’t.

Gordon Brown has presided for 12 years over the destruction of everything we prize and hope to pass on to future generations.

His personality is so unsuited to high office only the Labour party would think of offering it to him.

Today at PMQs, Nick Clegg got it right. The choice is now between the Conservatives and the Liberal Democrats. “Labour is finished.”

People and parties have a habit of hanging on in there even when there’s no hope left. Some thread to the past convinces them they can repeat what has gone before.

At some point, though, even they stop believing and contemplate throwing in the towel. Yet, if the smallest fragment of hope remains, and no-one intervenes to put them out of their misery, the agony goes on. Known pain is better than the unknown and total oblivion.

What Gordon Brown needs now is to be fished out of the drowning waters, and a kindly fisherman administer the gaffe with the necessary force.

Hazel Blears seemed to know that today. So do the other top Labour women. When the crones pronounce you dead, you are deadly dead.

Who will fish Brown out of his homemade hell? It’s time for the Queen to step in and represent the nation’s most ardent wish to be rid of this man.

May he rest in peace, but let it be quick.

John Evans

PS: Yes, politics is back here in Syntagma. Death is too weighty a subject not to pronounce upon.

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I’ve decided to give up writing about politics on this site. The reason is that, with a new business to run, there simply isn’t time.

Writing about politics is an all-consuming activity. It glues you to 24-hour news almost 24/7. It entices you to read all the serious newspapers and political magazines every day of the year. Add to that, time spent trawling the internet, Googling for clarifications and chasing up leads, plus the background research and fact-checking.

Instead, Syntagma will revert to type and concentrate on a melange of finance, philosophy and technology as in days of yore.

I know I shall be tempted to dip inky fingers into the increasingly murky waters as the British General Election gets near, but be assured Reader, my resolve will hold.

Except, of course, to raise a hearty cheer, and glass, when David Cameron walks into 10 Downing Street as Prime Minister.

The rest is silence …

John Evans

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Bank holiday mornings are usually dreary affairs, endured to the sounds of shrieking children and rain on the windowpanes.

This morning, as compensation, we have a few zingy articles in the press to cheer us up. Over at The Guardian, Jackie Ashley refers to David Cameron’s exceptional “chutzpah” — does she mean chutney?

When was the last time such positive thoughts for a Tory leader pinged from the bullet banks of the old Manchester teeth-grinder? I mean the paper, not Jackie Ashley.

So, let’s dig liberally into the chutney and hope that chutzpah is enough to win the next General Election.

I thought Dave looked a little chubby on Andrew Marr yesterday. Maybe he’s at the chutney too.

Boris Johnson was also heard moving in the undergrowth again at The Telegraph. Adding to the din of calls for a swift General Election he cites the dreadful state of legislation spewed out during the last 12 years. We need a House of Rebels, he writes, and, by implication, not shoppers and diners-out.

Why do many Tories sound so Cromwellian now? Aren’t they supposed to be Cavaliers, not Roundheads? Boris is a born Cavalier. A feather in his cap would utterly transform him.

But he’s right. We do need Parliamentarians for a complex technological age: MPs who will cut up badly drafted law and hurl it back at a slipshod Executive, forcing it to do better. Perhaps some Eton schoolmasters should be drafted in.

The floor of the House needs the capability to overcome government when it underperforms. That means a much higher quality of MP. Falling back on Esther Rantzen and Joanna Lumley would be total desperation. How good has Glenda Jackson been? Or Gyles Brandreth? Or that Leftie Shakespearean actor who went to Brussels?

Horses for courses. Ask any bookie.

But Derby winners, please.

Since we’re all in a rather bilious mood of rebellion against our leaders, here are two possible reforms to Government off the top of my head.

1. American Cabinets are not drawn from Congress as a rule. They are normally appointed from distinguished experts and public servants. Treasury Secretary Tim Geithner, for example, was at the New York Federal Reserve before the call came from Washington. Like us, there’s probably not the talent or expertise among career politicians on Capitol Hill.

Would they want to mop up 100 or so of the people who vote the money and pass laws for everyone? The “separation of powers” is bigger in the States than here, although I believe we invented the concept. Maybe that’s what’s gone wrong.

Gordon Brown tried a similar idea with his GOATS (government of all the talents). One by one the goatlings have fallen by the wayside, usually for lacking political savvy. Lord Myners slipped up over Fred the Shred’s pension. Others have left to take up motor racing, or got caught out for being human — a dreadful sin these days.

Digby Jones was probably the best, but he was stuck in some minor post as Prince Andrew’s bag-carrier. One suspects Brown’s heavy-handed incompetence destroyed the exercise.

Cabinet Ministers, especially Secretaries of State, must be selected from the best we have. They should also be vetted by Parliament before they are confirmed in office.

Prime Ministers must not have it all their own way. Often, as with Brown and Blair, they are the blockages that keep excellence out of government.

2. Why should leaders in the Commons choose the people who will revise their legislation in the Lords? Let’s remove the government’s power to stuff the second chamber with its placemen.

If you were up on a murder charge, you’d be astonished if you could choose anyone you wanted for the jury.

Improvements, such as these, need to be made now, when politicians are weak. The tragedy is, the old system ensures only they can make the necessary changes.

And turkeys don’t voluntarily jump into ovens at Christmas.

Gorbals Mick, otherwise known as the Speaker of the House of Commons, is almost history now.

But do you remember the Gorbals Die-hards? They were in a different class from the old black-robed sheet-metal worker.

You don’t recall them? Maybe Dickson McCunn will jog your memory. A retired Glasgow grocer, High Class, of course, Dickson — in his sixties — was the self-appointed leader of the Die-hards, who were a group of young boy tearaways, led by their Chieftan, Dougal. I wonder how that juxtaposition would play in today’s climate?

No, then how about Huntingtower? Or The House of the Four Winds?

Last chance: John Buchan.

Yes, I hear you shout — a bit late, if you ask me.

I left out the third book in the series, Castle Gay, because it’s taken on a wholly different meaning since Buchan’s day. More Graham Norton than Richard Hannay.

I mention the Die-hards because not everything narrow, puce-faced and boring came out of the Gorbals. The novels are wonderful confections of adventure, fights to the death, swashbuckling characters, and the kind of wild possibilities that appeal to teenage boys (and many older ones) almost everywhere.

It would be an interesting experiment to try out Huntingtower, written in 1922, on a modern comp-educated class of teens. Once they got over the very different morality and beliefs of the post-WW1 world, I’m sure the exhilaration of the story, far-fetched as it is, would grip them. After all how far does Harry Potter demand the suspension of disbelief?

You can download the Gutenburg version of the novel here.

I picked up my copies from a secondhand bookshop while still at school. They were very tattered but part of that great orange Penguin series that can still be found on sale all over the country.

I mention all this because every time I see Gorbals Mick presiding over the House, I think what a disapointment he would be to Wee Jaikie and the other Die-hards.

One of the great journalistic duels is taking place in the Business section of the Sunday Telegraph.

In the blue corner: Ambrose “Mr Deflation” Evans-Pritchard. In the red corner: Liam “Mr Inflation” Halligan.

Both are brilliant journalists and masters of their field. They differ in their assessment of the current economic circumstances, especially for the United Kingdom.

Ambrose admits to being “tortured by self-doubt” over his analysis. Liam is ruggedly certain of his.

Ambrose believes “two-thirds of the world will be in deflation by July”. Liam points to the climbing oil price which will wipe out all the stimulus effects of quantitative easing.

I suspect that both are right. Some parts of the world will fall into deflation — many countries already have. But inflation is the underlying wealth-destroying genie that has, once again, popped out of the bottle, thanks to Central Banks and politicians covering their backs against a 1930s-style Armageddon.

It may be a few years down the road, though, and deflation has to be fought now, as the Bank of England implies by its continuing policy of buying gilts. But it will let rip eventually.

As always, it’s a case of Up-To-A-Pointism. We are nowhere near out of the woods yet.

Once again the European Union is interfering in the running of the British state.

Not content with forcing us to adopt the useless mercury-filled light bulbs prescribed by them, we are now expected to switch from Watts — named after a fine Scottish gentleman — to “lumens”, a continental concoction that means nothing to the British.

Soon a size 9 shoe will become a 43, calories will be “joules”, after a long-forgotten Frenchman, and the English Channel will be called the German Waterway.

Why do these things happen? Because our politicians are not worth the spit they lick on their freebie postage stamps.

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I’m always on the lookout for useful vignettes of what is wrong with the present British government. There are many naturally, but yesterday the perfect example appeared on the BBC.

Reporter Richard Bilton drew our attention to the extensive recording of every journey we make on major roads across the country.

Each time we stray off the country lanes, our number-plates are recorded by “sophisticated” software, checked for dodginess — undefined — and logged on a massive and growing database somewhere in the heart of … who knows where.

The police and other “agencies” of government are able to access this information at will, and use it in whatever way they see fit. Bilton’s point was that no one regulates this activity. Indeed, it’s hard to see how anyone could.

First, he approached the Information Commissioner, Richard Thomas, and asked who regulates the information. On camera, Thomas said, “We don’t regulate the police’s use of this information”. No one does.

Bilton trudged along to the Home Secretary, the infamous Jacqui Smith. With that wide-eyed and terrified expression common to many MPs these days, she tumbled out her answer to the same question: “The police are regulated by law and the Information Commission …”.

Bilton replied that Richard Thomas had told him they are not regulated by them.

Smith shot back, “We will have to look at that again and at further legislation”.

Call me pedantic but, was she lying, or didn’t she know that the Information Commissioner was not charged with checking this practice? Either way, she should be sacked.

But then that’s typical of the way Labour fudges every aspect of its performance. Jacqui Smith is just not very good at dissembling the facts, try though she might. We’ve become so used to it, we tend to shrug it off now. We shouldn’t. It’s yet another fraudulent element in the “new politics”.

I once worked at the Central Office of Information in Hercules House, London, centre of the government’s information service. The COI has a distinguished reputation stretching back to the war. Since 1997, the operation has been taken over by red-top tabloid journalists and bears little resemblance to its old independent role.

Therein lies the faultline at the heart of this government. There’s nobody charged with standing back in total neutrality and assessing real-time performance, compliance, and the fundamental integrity of the system. Sham operations pass for oversight.

Gordon Brown, who has dominated domestic decision-making for 12 years, first as Chancellor, now as Prime Minister, has run a Brezhnevian Soviet system of government.

The Supreme Soviet is centred on Downing Street, not Parliament, which has atrophied disastrously under his regime.

Local soviets — or quangos, as they are called — run almost everything below central government level and are populated by carefully selected members of the tribe. They genuflect automatically to everything that Downing Street wants, without being told. Thus, if they slip up, as is usually the case, no smoking gun is found that can implicate the Supremo in the cock up.

This is typical of revolutionary cadres throughout history, as they seize power for themselves and mangle every decent impulse in the system.

They then destroy the national culture piece by piece. For without that, no sense of coherence remains. What was once “a people” becomes putty in the hands of cynical operatives who “do politics” in place of governing for all.

We have been had. Taken over by a political class whose motives are not of these islands but of distant lands dominated by warlords and mercenaries. They have polluted the system, destroyed the economy, the Constitution, and our country.

Forget calling for “time to reflect”, as many are, we must get rid of them now. A General Election is the foremost imperative of our times.

John Evans

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Imagine you are a hardened criminal who has just stolen the Crown Jewels.

Would you (a) melt down the gold and sell off the gems to handpicked buyers associated with the underworld? Or (b) declare them to Companies House as assets on your balance sheet?

The ludicrous declaration by Sir Peter Viggers of the creation of a floating island for his ducks as an aid to his Parliamentary duties, places him firmly in the Laurel and Hardy camp. He made £1600 from the act, but I’m sure he didn’t need it.

There’s a lot of that around. MPs are illustrating just how inept they would be if ever they decided to walk on the wild side of the law. The real question is, does that make them unfit for public office, or, in an endearing sort of way, does it reveal their fundamental honesty?

The Tory claims are generally more colourful than Labour’s. Douglas Hogg’s moat is a good example. You can imagine him exclaiming, “Doesn’t everyone claim for their moat on expenses?”

We’re into darker territory with the many MPs who avoided Capital Gains Tax on a house sale by “flipping” the designation of the property to that of their main residence. The Chancellor of the Exchequer, no less, did this four times in four years. He was in effect indulging in property speculation at public expense. Surely he can’t survive?

Again, to put this in perspective, many buy-to-let landlords do something similar when offloading one of their properties. The technique is to rent out your own house and move into the flat or house you want to sell. Once you’ve been there for six months it becomes your main residence for tax purposes and can be sold without paying CGT. I’m told it’s a common practice in the trade.

Surely the Revenue has cracked that one by now, you may ask? Apparently not. The law lays down the six-month rule, and it’s not illegal to move from house to house. Shady, but within the rules.

The Secretary for Communities and Local Government, that walking rictus Hazel Blears, managed this, we are told, three times in one year without, apparently, actually moving in. A bit excessive? It’s still said to be “within the law”. And the law is made by Parliament.

Clearly, Members of Parliament have to have higher standards than your average Dell Boy down the Mile End Road. There can be no excuse for endearing incompetence for the important folk who make the rules the rest of us have to abide by on pain of increasingly draconian penalties. Laurel and Hardy are for Hollywood not Westminster.

Someone has to draw the line somewhere and it can’t be Gordon Brown. He’s too implicated in the wreckage of everything he’s touched over the past 12 years.

What’s much worse than the occasional Stan and Ollie is a calculating manipulator who deliberately turns every decision and action to his own, and his cronies’, advantage.

Brown is severely damaged goods and must relinquish the reins of power before the fumigation of government begins.

Duckgate is a passing amusement. Smile, and move on. There are much more threatening characters to remove from public life.

Let’s not be diverted. Bring on that General Election now!

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There’s a lot brewing this morning, including PMQs, an election leak, and general discussion of the state of Parliament.

Let’s start with an intriguing snippet: an apparently inadvertent leak of Gordon Brown’s election intentions by Labour Chief Whip, Nick Brown, one of the PM’s closest confidants.

The picture shows a Twitter post from N. Brown to Labour MP, Austin Mitchell. Since the new Speaker will be installed around June 22, that means an August or September election will be called in July, give or take a few weeks.

The Twitter account was subsequently taken down. Oooops!

This is, of course, a breach of protocol. A Dissolution should be a request from Prime Minister to Monarch, not blabbed about on Twitter.

Nick Brown’s head sits uneasily on his shoulders today.

Via Iain Dale’s Diary

Don’t throw out 646 babies with the bathwater
In his press conference last evening, Gordon Brown was in “Save the world” mode — again.

Having done his bit to subvert and corrupt Parliament over the past 12 years, Brown now poses as the Great Reformer on a personal mission to clean up politics. One could be excused for feeling physically sick during his performance.

Do we want this moral wreck of a man to poke about in the soul of our Constitution? I can hear the howls of rage from here in deepest Devon.

We are now to have a new Speaker foisted on us by a Labour dominated House of Commons, and promoted, I’ve no doubt, by the man who gave us Michael Martin.

I’m rapidly coming to what might be called the Widdy Option — after Ann Widdecombe — of a temporary Speaker (Widdy herself?) to see out the remainder of this Parliament.

Already, leftish commentators are writing about a totally new Constitution, where sovereignty will rest with “the people”, not Parliament. That effectively abolishes the Constitutional Monarchy, characterized by the “Queen in Parliament”.

Let’s get this straight, the public is not angry with the Queen, or even Parliament. The general anger is targeted on Gordon Brown himself and the pig of a party he leads. In the mood of the times, my profound apologies to pigs everywhere.

Constitutional change must begin with what we want to retain, not what the Left wants to get rid of. That means the great principles that underpin the system and hold the revolutionaries at bay.

What we must chuck out is the class-based shop steward system introduced by a sizeable block of Scottish cronies around Brown, including Michael Martin. That should be dumped into landfill at a depth at which it’s unrecoverable.

Only a Conservative Government under David Cameron can do this with full public confidence.

If Nick Brown is right about the election, we may yet enjoy the glorious summer promised us by the Met Office.

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Two very entertaining encounters between the Opposition leaders and Gordon Brown were laid out before us at this morning’s Prime Minister’s Questions.

David Cameron once again shone a searching light on Brown’s inadequacies.

He spat out his first question: why did the PM say that a quick General Election would mean “chaos”?

Brown tried so hard to be slick but, as usual, stumbled oafishly. Because a Conservative Government would mean spending cuts, he gloated.

Eh? Don’t we have the highest government debt in peacetime history, one which our grandchildren will still be paying off?

Cameron left that hanging in the air by chortling: so he acknowledges the Conservatives will win the election then!

Spending cuts, mouthed Brown, cutting his own throat in the process.

I counted only four questions by Cameron, but they ended in a flurry of fury with his peroration, which left Brown in no-man’s land. “The Prime Minister calls an election chaos. I call it change. When can we have one?”

Spending cuts …

Oh dear.

Cleggie was in cracking form again too, and facing an inevitable barrage of snorting from Labour proles. After his first question, Speaker Martin — yes, the old goat is still there — called someone else.

Clegg stood his ground. “I have two questions, Mr Speaker”.

Martin fumbled. “I thought you asked two questions in your first one.”

Clegg laughed it off and continued.

The Speaker is in demob mood and may be troublesome in the weeks ahead.

Syntagma’s Verdict:
Cameron, 8
Clegg, 7
Brown, 0.9
Martin, vanishingly small.

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In what was surely the most inept statement ever made to the House of Commons, a blundering, stuttering Speaker lost what little authority he has remaining to him.

In a speech of staggering inadequacy, Michael Martin apologized on behalf of the whole House over the cash-for-breathing affair, while putting his own involvement in the conditional tense.

He called for a meeting of party leaders “within 48 hours” to thrash out a solution to the many problems of this imploding Parliament.

As he sat down there followed a rumble of total disbelief from the many members present. The mood threatened to erupt in fury as member after member rose to challenge his authority and competence. Some called outright for his resignation.

When asked about Douglas Carswell’s Early Day Motion calling for him to step down, the bewildered Speaker needed to consult his Clerk on whether an EDM was a “substantive motion” that could be debated. It wasn’t. That was in the hands of the government, he said, to loud groans and protests from all sides of the House.

He had passed the buck to his old crony, Gordon Brown, no doubt expecting his support.

At this point Martin was overwhelmed by shouts from the floor and continuing points of order. He had lost the respect of the House but blustered on as if unaware of it. His thick hide and thicker brain failing to grasp the seriousness of his plight.

There is now real anger in Parliament and that will spill over in the days ahead. It was apparent that this hopeless man, promoted as an ally by Gordon Brown, cannot continue in this role.

If the Prime Minister makes any move to keep him in office, he will go down with him. He probably will in any case.

Brown sat moodily on the front bench and must have sensed another nail biting into his political coffin. He left immediately after the statement.

It was dire. It was death.

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Minutes before the Speaker’s suicide note, David Cameron addressed a press conference and called for “a General election after June the 4th”.

Couched as an imperative rather than a party political point, the declaration cited the public mood of anger and frustration and demanded an end to the triple chaos in government, the economy and political morality.

The Leader of the Opposition’s intervention will strengthen the growing coalition calling for the catharsis of a national poll.

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Some people, who should know better, like to think of themselves as actors. Take the classic case of the bald, plump bank manager who insists on playing the romantic hero in an amateur musical production.

Fred Astaire famously said, “Can’t act, can’t sing, can’t dance” — but everyone knew he could.

Gordon Brown is more like the bank manager, “Can act, can sing, can dance” — but everyone knows he can’t.

This is prompted by a risible clip shown on TV this morning of our theatrically-challenged PM leaping onto a dais to make a speech with such force I thought he might overshoot and fall off the other end.

He was, of course, sending out the message to us in his clunky way, that he is an athletic sort of guy who should not be messed with. The reality is he’s a portly, middle-aged loser who couldn’t act his way out of a ricepaper bag.

It might be rather endearing, except for the fact he’s wrecked the economy, ruined the country, and all but destroyed our Parliamentary democracy. Nothing amusing about that.

Give up the day job, Gordon. An acting career beckons.

Kate Hoey seemed to suggest this morning that the Queen should dissolve Parliament and call a quick General Election. She added, it’s only a convention that HM waits for the Prime Minister to make the first move.

Actually, the Queen has form on this. In 1974, on the advice of the Australian Governor General, John Kerr, she sacked the Labor government of Gough Whitlam, who was running up an enormous Federal budget deficit by spending on dead-end projects. Ring any bells?

It left a nasty taste in the mouths of many Australians, though, and prompted the subsequent referendum on the Monarchy, which the Queen won handsomely.

It may be that HM will remember the unpleasant aftermath of that incident and exercise extreme caution here.

However, I believe a large majority of people in Britain would welcome the cathartic opportunity to lance the multitude of boils popping up all over the body politic now.

Voters can’t be left out of this for much longer or there really could be violence on the street.

With the political class in deep trouble with the electorate, the Queen would be seen as a great redeemer if she acted crisply to transfer the reins of power back to her people in these dangerous times.

Go for it, Ma’am.

Bryan Appleyard has a thoughtful piece in today’s Sunday Times News Review about the effects of the internet, and Web 2.0 in particular, on society.

Surprisingly, for a man who writes extensively about science, he doesn’t really like it very much. By offering almost everything free, he writes, the internet is destroying real-world institutions, like newspapers, that bring together the talents of many specialists, and deliver a much better analysis of events than bloggers, twitterers and other individual efforts can.

The everything-free culture is also deflationary and may have played a part in the current dangerous round of deflation in world markets.

I’ve always been wary of “the wisdom of crowds” myself, since it’s easy to start a psychological contagion, as we saw recently during the “spend, spend, spend” trend that gripped the world prior to the crash. On the other hand, dictators are almost always brought down by popular uprisings.

It works both ways. There are beneficial contagions as well as disastrous ones, but many more of the latter.

The internet can indeed be dangerous to those susceptible to faceless faces and placeless places. On the surface, it appears to strip away many real-world threats, and often presents a sanitized version of events. Dig deeper, though, and it’s not long before you reach the land of psychotics, hate merchants, and lost souls.

The real danger of Web 2.0 is psychological. If you stick with intelligent users and websites, you may enhance your life in many ways. But stray a little to where the mass of players congregate and you could be in trouble from weird thought-forms and cultish behaviour that can take over minds, and even turn you away from friends and family. It’s the young that suffer most from this.

As with all such articles, the question left hanging in the air is: We can’t abolish the internet, so what do you suggest?

Inevitably, the answer is: Nothing.

We’re stuck with it. That’s life.

Europe is in a frightful fix, with Germany tipping off a mountain and the Club Med countries, plus Ireland, in virtual freefall.

After the bankbath, the next hurricane will be the autumn defaults of trillions worth of corporate debts which can’t be rolled over. Anyone invested with highly-leveraged private equity deals should follow the rats overboard before the owners wake up.

In many ways the worst is to come. The world financial system is utterly flakey and lacking in strength. Further crunches will only weaken it further.

Green shoots should be consumed now before the scorched earth returns.

Europe is in a bigger mess than most other regions because of huge exposures to the bust economies of Eastern Europe, and the dismal truth that EU banks have declared much less of their toxic debt load than the Americans.

It all sounds like an approaching death rattle in the throats of a preening Euro elite that boasted of its superior management and prudential skills to those pesky Anglo-Saxons.

What a pity Gordon Brown left nothing in the kitty for a rainy day. We would be sitting pretty compared with our continental friends, who would still be watching us enviously for our … er … prudential skills and superior management.

Stuart Bell has just expressed the view that House of Commons Speaker, Michael Martin, will stand down tomorrow to avoid being kicked out in a vote of MPs. What a relief, one down, one to go.

In the British system of Government, the top three personages are:

The Queen
The Prime Minister
The Speaker of the House of Commons.

In that order of precedence. Two of those three are corrupt and entirely self-serving, with no thought for what’s good for the country. You may be able to guess who they are.

With his close ally and fellow countryman gone, how long can Brown last? Surely the Queen can now prod Brown into calling a quick, refreshing General Election.

If HM points out that, since Brown usually ignores all conventions, she can too, and will not hesitate to dissolve Parliament as a matter of national emergency.

Tuesday evening’s audience at Buckingham Palace will be fascinating. Maybe Her Maj will sell tickets to raise money for a worthy cause.

A Euro-wag says there are only two well-run organizations in Europe: The ECB (European Central Bank) and Manchester United.

Man U may now have more spare cash than the ECB, especially if they sell Ronaldo.

When can we expect Jean-Claude Trichet to approach Alex Ferguson for an emergency bailout?

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This is how it ends: with a flood of sordid details about MPs’ little chitties, their bathplugs, dog food, and fridge contents.

Great democracies do not thrive on endless reminders of the necessarily pathetic incidentals of daily life, especially as lived by its high representatives and commissars.

It was once said of Rupert Brooke:

The young Apollo, golden-haired,
Standing on the brink of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.

When that littleness takes precedence in the public mind over great matters of State, our Parliamentary system is not just in trouble, but in terminal amortization.

Parliament is a shambles and, as it stands, no longer deserves the role and position it holds in the nation’s life. The so-called Sovereignty of Parliament is a joke, so much of it having been given away to the European Union, devolution, and to the judges through the lamentable Human Rights Act. Much of what has been enacted in the past decade has stripped away real power from the ancestral gathering place of our rulers.

Throw in the legitimacy that has passed from the floor of the House to the Executive, which now wields the powers of medieval Monarchs within the small compass remaining to the institution, and we are left with nothing worth saving, except the memories.

Parliament is a wreck, living on past glories and the biographies of splendid figures from history. Pitt, Burke, Gladstone and Churchill would recoil no doubt from the present abject scene, were they miraculously returned to the place that shaped them.

I was about to write: “But we can’t just abolish Parliament”, then realized that the “we” in that sentence is illusory. “We” simply don’t figure in the solution. The whole of the reform process is in the hands of the fraudsters and gangsters who brought us to this stricken state.

Gordon Brown, Michael Martin, and their accomplices, will continue to filibuster for as long as the rules permit — perhaps another year or so. They must be made to understand that hanging onto their jobs, in the circumstances that exist, would be a crime against the nation.

By then, Parliament will have been holed beneath the waterline: by the Lisbon Treaty; by more circling of wagons around the “rights and privileges” of “honourable” members; by Vatican-like attitudes towards the “Sovereignty” of this busted English Bastille, destroyed not by enraged outsiders, but by its own inhabitants, in our name.

It’s not easy to overstate this. As vultures circle overhead, and vicious parties of the far left vie for grassroots support, all hope rests with the Conservatives led by David Cameron, who themselves have a vested interest in the current chaos.

Luckily, Cameron is showing some real fight and steel in his determination to destroy the fungible Brown and his frightful cronies. One wonders though if he realizes the scale of the job ahead of him?

On attaining office, he should mentally assume that our Parliamentary democracy has burnt to the ground. He must reassemble the principles that have served us well over the centuries: the Rule of Law, Common Law, national independence, the Constitutional Monarchy, a Parliamentary system that rests on honour not personal advantage, transparency of action and motive, and a general acceptance that power should be exercised at the point of maximum competence, not only in Whitehall.

It could be accomplished by a series of majestic Great Reform Acts on a scale matched only by the Victorians. If ever there was a time for big, brave solutions, it is now.

Cameron will not long survive if he retreats into small-scale technical adjustments. The country is waiting for a programme worthy of the times we live in.

He should also create a constitutional corpus of law that could be changed only by a complex process involving the agreement of a few outside bodies, whose membership is not controlled by Parliament.

It could include a strict limit on Government spending and borrowing, way below present levels, except in a major war. This should be wrapped up so tightly that a profligate socialist adminstration, like Brown’s, can never be elected again.

Full legislative powers should be returned to a refurbished Palace of Westminster, as a matter of urgency, where Commons and Lords have real teeth to control the Executive power.

Only a programme on such a scale can restore confidence and, yes, affection, to our dying system of Government.

David Cameron’s time has come. He will, I believe, have the kind of majority that will allow him to accomplish this task. He must not hold back or be content with small flicks around the edges.

The problems of Parliament go beyond the domestic affairs of its members. They encompass nothing less than the survival of the nation itself.

John Evans

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