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Delingpole: Gove’s Greenery – Yet Another Reason Not to Vote Conservative

Terrorism pays; ignorance pays; crony capitalism pays. These are the depressing lessons from today’s parliamentary shenanigans in which the Conservative government and the Labour opposition have been competing as to which can commit Britain to the most fanatically wrong-headed and economically suicidal climate change policy.

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Delingpole: Sargon of Akkad Is Just the Kind of Person We Need in Politics

If there’s one lesson above all to be learned from the populist revolutions now sweeping away the old liberal-leftist elites it’s that you must never, ever, EVER back down when the left tries to smear you as racist / misogynist / homophobic / Islamophobic / transphobic / sexist or whatever.

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Delingpole: Stephen Lawrence Day Is Politically Correct Nonsense

What I particularly cherish about Stephen Lawrence Day is the way it captures so perfectly almost everything that is wrong not just with Theresa May’s government in particular but with modern Britain in general, writes James Delingpole.

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Delingpole: May Wins! (Worst Prime Minister Ever Title)

By George, I think she’s got it! There were those who thought that Theresa May never had it in her: that she was just too charmlessly dull, too grindingly, maddeningly tediously vanilla, too robotically ordinary to clinch the title.

WOLVERHAMPTON, ENGLAND - MAY 30: Prime Minister Theresa May speaks at a campaign rally at

Delingpole: This Isn’t the End of Brexit but the Beginning

One by one the last true blue Tory diehards are caving on Brexit. Even Jacob Rees-Mogg now concedes that the time has come to give up the fight and accept that Theresa May’s glitter-dipped turd of a Withdrawal Agreement is still preferable to no Brexit at all.

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Delingpole: RIP the British ‘Bobby’ – Murdered by PC Lunacy

The traditional British bobby used to be a great source of quiet national pride: a country so peaceable and safe that all it needed to keep law and order were a few policemen armed with nothing but a truncheon, an avuncular demeanour and helmets like elongated tits on their head.

8th November 1938: Recruits of the Lancashire Constabulary, being trained at Stanley Grang