Anderson: One Of So Many Reasons Why The Tories Are Finished

I am old enough to remember when the mainstream media in Britain told us what a disaster it would be to have a decent, principled and authentic Prime Minister named Jeremy Corbyn. 


In fact, they didn’t stop going on about how he would crash the economy, leave Britain without power, and leave you paying more for your utility bills than ever before. 


They also warned you how the Labour Party would be flooded with Russian money, getting an appointment with your GP would be like winning the Omaze million-pound house draw, and strike after strike would bring Britain to a grinding halt.


Sounds like we dodged a bullet there…


But something I don’t remember is the same media warning us about the 2019 intake of Conservative MPs, particularly the odious gormless thug and new Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party, Lee Anderson. 


Most of us know a Lee Anderson. 


Anderson is the obnoxious loudmouth in the pub that moans about single mothers owning an iPhone. 


Anderson is the annoying colleague at work that insists he can’t get an appointment with his doctor because there’s so many foreigners ahead of him. 


Anderson is the friendless man in the street that is so deeply absorbed by his own irreproachable righteousness he couldn’t ever be wrong. 


Anderson is the embarrassing bloke you overhear on the bus telling some unfortunate soul how back in his day you would face the gallows for pinching a Curly Wurly from the sweet shop. 


In other words, Anderson is the tragic waste of DNA that nobody likes or wants, and if you think you need a bit of Lee Anderson in your life I can only wonder why the hell you are here.


The right-wing Spectator is calling Anderson the “Tory Rottweiler”. I actually felt a bit daft even typing that. 


A Tory that is devoted and good-natured? A Tory that is fearless and alert? Or even a Tory that is obedient and confident? There’s no such thing. 


The only similarity I can see between the moronic and poisonous Anderson and a beautiful dog such as a Rottweiler is the never-ending stream of dribble that both produce. 


Anderson, or ‘30p Lee’ (he claimed that £50 could be used to produce 172 meals and feed a family of five for a week) believes anyone using a food bank and earning more than £30,000 a year “must have a budgeting problem”. 


And Anderson is absolutely correct, just not in the way that he thinks he is correct. 


If someone is earning £30,000 a year they are more likely to need to use a food bank than ever before, Mr Anderson, and in-work-poverty is rife.


Someone living in the capital would need to find £30,000 a year just to cover the rent and utility bills on a tiny one-bedroom flat. Are they supposed to go hungry, Mr Anderson? 


What about them being able to get to work? Clothe themselves? A phone? Broadband? 


While a ready-to-burst cyst like Anderson thinks owning an iPhone is a luxurious unnecessary extravagance the rest of us  in the real world understand the importance of having a phone. 


This isn’t an argument we should be having in 2023. We did this with Iain Duncan Smith 10 years ago. 


Anderson believes he has become something of a star in right-wing Tory circles - more right-wing than the ‘normal’ right wing Tories such as David Cameron, or his protégé, Keir Starmer. 


As you’ll know, 30p Lee faces quite a backlash for his controversial opinions, and rightfully so. 


But according to Anderson, “If I say something that is supposedly outrageous in that place (the Commons), I get back to Ashfield on a Thursday, people will come out the shops and say, “You say what I’m thinking.”’


Would someone from Ashfield like to confirm this for me? Ideally before the seat becomes a Labour gain at the next general election, because I’m calling bullshit.


Anderson - the self-appointed spokesman for the Tory ‘red wall’ seats - only won his seat in 2019 because his constituents believed the disgraced liar Boris Johnson would magically “get Brexit done”. 


They certainly didn’t vote for Lee Anderson because of his charitable nature, his warm personality or even his passing resemblance to the late Most Haunted resident spiritual medium charlatan, Derek Acorah. 


Anderson thought he would celebrate his ludicrous elevation to Deputy Chair of the Conservative Party by announcing his support for the return of the death penalty. 


“Nobody has ever committed a crime after being executed. You know that, don’t you? 100 per cent success rate”, claimed Anderson. 


I wonder why the hard-right poverty denier Anderson didn’t feel at home in the broad church that was Jeremy Corbyn’s Labour Party? This guy makes Wes Streeting look like Che Guevara. 


Anderson comes across as one of those loose cannon UKIP councillors that blames homosexuality for flooding and wears Union Jack boxer shorts, and this train wreck of a man has somehow accidentally ended up close to the top of government.


Anderson and his Conservative Party will get a brutal hiding at the next general election because of people like Boris Johnson, Jacob Rees-Mogg, Suella Braverman, and Lee Anderson. 


Hating on the poor isn’t a particularly recent thing for Conservative politicians, of course, but most of them attempt to mutter their disdain for benefit claimants and rubber dinghies under their bad breath. 


But not Anderson. 


Anderson isn’t brave, fearless and controversial, he is naive, uncouth and morally repugnant. 


What does it tell you about the state of the government, or the Conservative Party, when their best hope of keeping a few ‘red wall’ Tory MPs sweet is by promoting a right-wing rag clickbait dream such is the immensely unpopular Anderson? 


To me, the Conservative Party is dead. It was always going to happen. The children of austerity are the voters of today and the Tories will soon face their ultimate judgement day.


The life support machine of Brexit was switched off some time ago and the corpse of the Conservative Party is being dragged through the streets for a last few well-earned boos and hisses from the very people that chose to believe the likes of Lee Anderson was a safer option than a man of peace, justice, compassion, and jam, like Jeremy Corbyn.


Anderson will be forgotten about within two years. The best he can realistically hope for is to be an answer to a question in a pub quiz. 


The question would be simple enough: 


In 2023, which Conservative MP led the way in demonstrating why the death of the Conservative Party is about the best thing we could hope for, given the circumstances? 


Most of us will just remember him as 30p Lee. But I wouldn’t be shocked if, based on past experience, he ends up becoming Lord Anderson of Aberdeenshire, or something equally ludicrous. 


For me, unlikable Lee Anderson is just another callous Tory bastard, wallowing in his 5 minutes of fame, with ambitions that reach well beyond his capabilities. 


The twat. 


Until next time, 


Rachael 





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