In the Restoration Court of King Boris, the Puritans Don’t Stand a Chance…

In the Restoration Court of King Boris, the Puritans Don’t Stand a Chance… By James Delingpole.

Poople find Rees-Mogg’s almost self-parodic archaisms more charming than they do annoying, which is why “Honourable Member for the 18th Century” is a joke he often likes to use against himself. … people in this country still do love a toff. …

This is one of the things that has been so enjoyable about watching the Boris Johnson administration in action. It’s like watching Odysseus returning to Ithaca and clearing his court of all the wastrels, louts, and spendthrifts who have taken over in his absence; it’s like witnessing the Restoration of Charles II after years in which Britain had been in thrall to hatchet-faced, Christmas-and-Maypole-banning Puritans; it’s like Britain once more becoming the place we used to know and love before the social justice warriors and race-baiters and cry-bullies and diversity officers and sustainability consultants almost went and ruined everything.

Odysseus returns, and finds his wife’s suitors hanging about

Watching the new gang — Boris Johnson and Jacob Rees-Mogg especially — competing in the Commons last week to see who could most wittily and imaginatively put down the Opposition, I was reminded of the good old days at the Oxford Union when Oxford was still a halfway decent university and hadn’t completely surrendered to whiny, entitled Communists.

The swagger, the confidence, the bantering good humour — where making your point is all very well, but what matters far more is the style and wit with which you do it — reminded me how much we’ve been missing in Parliament all these years as MPs with class and hinterland and oratorical skills were edged out by career-safe, virtue-signalling placemen and placewomen.

What we’re seeing happening in British politics now is very similar to what the U.S. has been experiencing under Donald Trump — only done in an English way. The bubble of pomposity has been pricked by our new God-Emperors of banter.

You could see it in the expressions of Jeremy Corbyn and his even further-left Shadow Chancellor John McDonnell as Boris Johnson crushed them with a succession of bang-on-the-nail insults: they looked hurt, dismayed, lost — as well they might. These were the expressions of men who for a brief and anomalous period in British history had persuaded themselves that they genuinely stood a chance of forming a government and remodelling the world’s fifth-largest economy on the lines of Castro’s Cuba and Chavez’s Venezuela — and who now realised that moment has gone. Forever. …

Return to what worked:

Over the years, our increasingly left-leaning culture has brainwashed us into thinking that anything that smacked of “elitism”, or tradition, or the old ruling class was undesirable and that in order to progress we must forever embrace the new.

Well, from Tony Blair onwards we’ve been given a pretty good idea what this new world looked and smelt like.

I don’t know about you — but I’m glad we’re getting the old one back.