The Lib Dems are a mess of contradictions, says Simon Heffer. They want to build and conserve; they want to decriminalise cannabis and ban smoking in public places. Disenchanted Tories should not be seduced
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However, while the government’s support is collapsing, the Tories’ is hardly shifting upwards. Disillusioned voters are either swelling the ranks of the millions who do not participate in the political process, or they do something even more inexplicable: they decide to support the Liberal Democrats.
For some time now, seeking to capitalise on the difficulties facing the Tories, the Lib Dems’ affable leader, Charles Kennedy, has been talking of his party as ‘the opposition’. Indeed he said, just a fortnight after the last election, that ‘Britain chose the Liberal Democrats as the effective opposition to Labour’.
This phrase set the tone of mendacity for the party’s course through this parliament. It has 110 fewer MPs than the Conservative party, making it the effective opposition in much the same way as Scunthorpe United threatens Arsenal. Since Labour only governs in Wales and Scotland with the aid of the Lib Dems, the party’s claim to be an opposition of any description is remarkably far-fetched. At Westminster the party voted with Labour 68 per cent of the time on second- and third-reading votes in the 1997 parliament. Anybody supporting them because of disillusion with Labour makes a peculiar protest; equally, anybody supporting them because they might get honest or competent politics for a change is making a serious mistake.
At last September’s party conference lucky people could still buy the Association of Liberal Democrat Councillors’ booklet entitled (wait for it) ‘Effective Opposition’, in which the following advice was given on how to practise politics in opposition at a local level. ‘Be wicked, act shamelessly, stir endlessly
Dune: Part Two is not a sequel but a continuation of Dune, so picks up exactly at the point you’d started to wonder if it would ever end. All I can remember from the first film is sand, sand, so much sand, and it must get everywhere, and into your sandwiches. But it is set
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