The Green Party in the UK are “spiteful, malicious toddlers”

The Green party are the same the world over.

Their members are well meaning if somewhat deluded, but the politicians and parties themselves are crazy lunatics who have blood on their hands through their disastrous policies.

The Green party is having a bit of a surge in the UK at the moment and they are the real danger rather than the UKIP.

People are starting to wake up.

Reading the depressing news from Greece this morning, most Britons would be forgiven for imagining: “Couldn’t happen here.” A not-terribly-post-Communist politician is about to become prime minister, by promising that which is both arithmetically and politically impossible.

Well: beware Greeks bearing nonsense on stilts. Couldn’t happen here? Look again. Britain already elects Green Party representatives who can make Syriza seem like the thoughtful mainstream. Welcome to the city of Brighton and Hove, where the Green Party has been in power since the 2011 council elections.


Syriza’s leader named his son in honour of Che Guevara? That’s nothing. Here’s Ben Duncan, at the time the Green Party councillor for Queen’s Park ward, on June 28 last year, tweeting about a memorial to the Armed Forces: “Armed Forces Day has certainly brought the hired killers onto the streets of #Brighton today. Hard to explain to my son!”

It certainly would be hard to explain to a son why he shouldn’t spit in such a father’s face, but I don’t think that was Mr Duncan’s suggestion. The local Green Party asked him to resign as a Green, or something – they have no formal whipping system – but he remains a councillor, and, as far as I can tell, continues to “work” for Green MEP Jean Lambert for which we – the taxpaying “we” – pay him something like thirty grand a year.

Brighton voters will have been less surprised than most, then, to hear Natalie Bennett, the Greens’ national leader, rhapsodising over her plans to convert the Army into some sort of counselling service.

That’s the thing about the Greens. They react in horror when one of their footsoldiers is caught being explicit over an idea – soldiers=killers, for example – to which their national policy is hardly antithetical. The only substantive difference I can see between Duncan and Bennett is that he was caught sneering, while she’s still allowed to pretend the drivel in her manifesto is just light-hearted, and “fresh and new”, as she put it at the weekend.

Unfortunately this all too familiar, even in New Zealand.

But it gets worse.

Fresh, new optimistic things, like unbanning terrorist organisations, abolishing Ofsted, and – of course – spending more and more money, the origin of which is always left unspecified. (Brighton’s Greens are considering a 5.9 per cent increase in council tax this year.)

It’s traditional in pieces about the Greens to insert a paragraph here about the party’s mango/watermelon dichotomy (some of them are hard-red Communists on the inside, the others are just ridiculous; I think that’s how it goes) but I find it an unsatisfactory metaphor. It’s insufficient, in that it doesn’t do justice to their idiocy. And it’s too kind, since it ignores their streak of malice.

Examples of idiocy are ten-a-penny in Brighton: meat-free Mondays for council staff, digging up bowling greens, the rubbish piled up everywhere, the appalling recycling rates, the roadworks so bad that one starts to give credence to the readers of the Argus who claim the gridlock is a deliberate imposition by councillors who simply hate cars. The Greens attempted to ban the speed trials, one of the city’s landmark events; they did succeed in banning the Christmas Day swim next to the pier. Fortunately, the city’s swimmers ignored them.

But malice? Is that too much? Another Green councillor was expelled because her conscience wouldn’t let her support gay marriage. I disagree with her, of course, but her deletion still took my breath away. The road to evil, I believe, begins by making windows into people’s souls, then insisting that you alone understand what should shine through them.

I actually believe the Greens are evil.

In the end, of course, the rise of these semi-extreme parties is the fault of the voters alone. Such parties are indulged by a culture with the attention span of a fruit-fly – how boring to listen to Miliband and Cameron, when we’ve got Bennett and Farage on hand! Waft the oxygen of publicity over febrile individuals, but don’t then be surprised when the sparks start to fly.

“What are you afraid of, boys?” asks Natalie’s new publicity poster, designed to edge her on to the (pointless, but that’s another piece) TV debates. That more British citizens repeat our city’s mistake of 2011, Natalie, and end up governed by the spiteful toddlers from your appalling party. The news from Greece doesn’t inspire.

Sigh it is so similar it is almost depressing.

The more the Greens are shut out of power the more shrill they get. Labour’s biggest problem isn’t their lack of talent, it is the fact that in order to govern they need to have the Greens onboard.

We saw last year just how arrogant they were when they thought they would get across the line. My prediction is they will grow that arrogance.


– The Telegraph

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As much at home writing editorials as being the subject of them, Cam has won awards, including the Canon Media Award for his work on the Len Brown/Bevan Chuang story. When he’s not creating the news, he tends to be in it, with protagonists using the courts, media and social media to deliver financial as well as death threats.

They say that news is something that someone, somewhere, wants kept quiet. Cam Slater doesn’t do quiet and, as a result, he is a polarising, controversial but highly effective journalist who takes no prisoners.

He is fearless in his pursuit of a story.

Love him or loathe him, you can’t ignore him.