As a supporter of the death penalty for heinous crimes, I favour the swiftest methods of execution possible. Not for me the idea of long and protracted deaths. The idea of something like hanging, drawing and quartering, where the traitor would be drawn by a horse to the place of execution, hanged almost to the point of death, emasculated, disembowelled, beheaded and then chopped into four pieces, is not something I would really like to see brought back.
There is one exception to this, though. Now before you throw up your hands up in revulsion, please allow me to explain. The one exception to the rule is in the case of treacherous political parties. Like the British Conservative and Unionist Party – also known as the Tories – just to pick one off the top of my head. Now I am not suggesting that a long slow death ought to be brought back for the individual members of that party; just that the institution itself ought to be hanged, emasculated, disembowelled and beheaded before finally being chopped up.
About a decade ago, one of that party’s members, the Queen of Political Correctness, Theresa May, stood up at their conference and said that people referred to their party as “The Nasty Party.” What she meant by that was that if you didn’t agree with the agenda of the liberals and progressives, this automatically marked you down as being a “nasty” person. And since her party still contained many such people, this meant that the party as a whole must be “nasty.”
This was the cue for the final putsch in the party where the “nice” liberal progressive types, like Ms May, put those “nasty” reactionary types in their places and told them to shut up. Well actually they didn’t come out and tell them to shut up, because had they done so, they would have lost half of their party. Instead, they turned their party into New Labour, elected the self-styled “heir to Blair” as their leader, and went about ignoring anything and everything the “nasty” types in their ranks ever said or did.
Now for some reason all the “nasty” people in the party utterly failed to grasp what was going on. They continued to live under the absurd delusion that they were still part of something that was remotely socially conservative. Yet all the while that the leadership were speaking to them on the one hand in reassuring and conservative sounding tones, they laughed behind backs as they continued to turn the party into the third of three anti-Christian leftist parties.
And so it went on. The “Nasty” Party became the “Nasty, Lying, Treacherous, Wormtongue” Party, all the while pretending to be on the side of ordinary people with “conservative” values, whilst at the same time working tirelessly to tear down anything and everything that such people held dear.
How they got away with it for so long is anyone’s guess. It was obvious to anyone who actually listened to the Tory Party leadership what they really believed and what they were really like. But the whole edifice is at last crumbling, and the treacherous zombie of a party may in the near future finally draw its last breath.
Over the past couple of years, many rank and file members of the party have at last woken up to the fact that the party they have supported and worked for for years actually hates them. And so they have been leaving, firstly in dribs and drabs, and now in their droves, to the UK Independence Party. If this were a hanging, drawing and quartering, I’d say that this would be the bit where the party gets to be dragged by the horse.
What about the hanging bit? That would probably be the now habitual humiliations where they come third or worse behind UKIP in a local election or by-election.
Emasculation? Clearly a party calling itself “conservative” that then embraces same-sex mirage (so-called because it looks a bit like marriage but turns out to be an illusion) has been well and truly neutered and so this fits quite nicely. All the more so when you realise how many decent folks have quit their despicable party over this issue.
Disembowelled? Well that seems to be happening as we speak. The recent allegation that a senior member of the party described the grassroots activists as “swivel-eyed loons” seems to have actually awoken many of those grassroots activists to the fact that their leaders really do hate them and all they stand for, and have done so for years. Couple this with the fact that their leader was so desperate to get his same-sex mirage vote through, that he did a deal with the supposedly hated Labour opposition, and you will almost certainly see a further exodus of the “swivel-eyed loons” to UKIP.
Which means that all that remains is for the final beheading and the quartering of the corpse to take place. As I said at the beginning, I don’t like long, protracted deaths. Fun as it has been to watch this bunch of charlatans implode, I really do hope that the end will now be swift. It really would be too cruel to watch this neutered, disembowelled semi-corpse choking and spluttering as it clings on to life for much longer.
So let the end be swift. Let the beheading take place and let the corpse be chopped into pieces. Put the pieces in a museum behind a glass case, or maybe even on display at Traitors Corner at the Tower of London. But whatever you do, be sure to put a guard over them: just in case anyone is ever foolish enough to try and put the wretched thing back together.