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I asked the Prime Minister to clarify why his Defence Secretary said defence spending was only going up by £6 billion, after he said it was going up by £13.4 billion yesterday.
As ever, he had no answer.
Britain's national defence is too important for his usual bluster.
The Prime Minister has been a silent bystander while Israel tramples on international humanitarian law.
When will the Government stand up and take action to save Palestinian lives?
Please read the powerful words of Rachel Goldberg, mother of one of the Israeli hostages -
“When you only get outraged when one side’s babies are killed then your moral compass is broken and your humanity is broken. And therefore in your quiet moments alone, all of us on planet earth need to really ask ourselves “Do I aspire to be human? Or am I swept up in the enticing and delicious world of hatred? This is not a phenomenon unique to Israel or Gaza. This is everywhere on the planet. I understand that hatred of the other, whoever we decide that other is, is seductive, sensuous and most importantly it is easy. Hatred is easy. But hatred is not helpful. Nor is it constructive....
War and conflict always ends up hurting the innocent. Which is why war is so brutal and devastating. In a competition of pain- there is never a winner.
One thing gave me a whisper of hope on October 7th because one of the witnesses with whom I spoke told me that when the rocket fire began and when all those hippies went running into the bomb shelter there was a Bedouin man who was a guard at the kibbutz across the street and he ran into that same shelter and as Hamas closed in on the bomb shelter, the man said, stay quiet let me go talk to them and went outside and said in Arabic I am a Muslim Everyone inside is my family . They are Muslim. You don’t have to search in there. He tried to save them. He could have said I am a Muslim and just saved himself but he tried to do the right thing even though it was terrifying and even though it required unimaginable courage – he was brutally beaten and the witnesses do not know what his fate was but I take comfort for a fleeting moment that there was someone trying to do the right thing when everything in the universe had been turned upside down. We human beings have been blessed with the gifts of intellect creativity insight and perception. Why are we not using to solve global conflicts all over the world? Because doing this is hard and takes fortitude and imagination, grit, risk and hope. So instead we opt for hatred because hatred is so comfortable and so very, very easy.
A British writer penned the best description of Donald Trump I’ve ever read:
“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”
A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”
-Nate White
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