Terminally ill
WE can now add the appalling global humiliation at Heathrow to Britain’s terrifying dossier of decline.
Our economy is on its knees, last summer’s G7-leading growth wiped out, our debt soaring far beyond forecasts, public services collapsing and even our roads crumbling beneath our wheels, apparently never to be fixed.
We can now add the appalling global humiliation at Heathrow to Britain’s terrifying dossier of decline[/caption]
Bills and prices are rocketing. Welfare is off the charts.
Ever-increasing numbers of illegal migrants pour off small boats and saunter in unchecked.
The union-dominated public sector has been vastly inflated and lavishly rewarded with no expectation of better performance.
The productive, competitive private sector is crushed beneath the weight of the extra taxes it is forced to find to pay for it all.
And now our No1 airport, Europe’s busiest, is shut down by an explosion and fire at an ageing substation.
Some 1,350 flights are axed and 200,000 passengers stranded worldwide.
It may not have been sabotage by Putin, at whom Keir Starmer has been rattling his sabre.
But the Kremlin certainly now knows how easily a few agents could bring our once-mighty country to a shuddering halt and inflict untold further damage on our economy.
How have we left a global transport hub at the mercy of some “accident” without a foolproof backup on permanent standby to fully and instantly restore power to its five terminals?
As the Government talks tough about confronting Russia over Ukraine, how will it now protect vital infrastructure from saboteurs perhaps already here?
Whatever its cause, yesterday’s mayhem is a sign of a country in deep trouble.
Does Labour fully grasp how rapidly we are returning to an era of bleak national failure, of the sort we thought we left behind forever in the 1970s?
Netting zeroes
WE wonder if Ed Miliband is even remotely aware of the supposed “bonfire of the quangos” looming.
The swivel-eyed Energy Secretary is advertising for someone to run his GB Energy fantasy firm on a staggering £525,000 with two days a week working from home.
Is it any wonder Britain’s broke?
That’s three times the PM’s salary.
It’s the entire annual tax take from 105 people on the average wage . . . for one person to lead a pointless quango dreamed up to justify Miliband’s existence at the Cabinet table.
This country is run by politicians who dish out lavish salaries like sweets to public sector fatcats.
Who presumably believe half a million is the “going rate” to oversee this £8billion Net Zero extravagance — which Starmer should scrap entirely if he’s serious about cutting the state to an affordable size.
How, given our dire straits, is this sickening profligacy defensible?
