Kelly’s Eye

YOU probably had more sense, but unfortunately I did waste my time last Saturday watching the House of Commons seek to stymie Brexit yet again, led by that idiot savant Oliver Letwin.The coverage intermittently switched to a simultaneous demonstration outside Westminster, throwing my simple mind into momentary confusion as I wondered whether this was the “People’s Vote” (a distortion of plain English on a par with the “Liberal Democrats”) or the Extinction Rebellion mob still hanging around.

Mind you, the two are interchangeable. A dreary identikit of po-faced (and overwhelmingly white-faced) middle-class sanctimony who, even if the demo is midweek, seem to have the time off to parade their impregnable sense of moral superiority beneath the usual frightfully arch papiermâché hate figures, few of which are complete without some Nazi reference (oh, the originality) – the mass tantrum as performance art.

The petulant anger and outraged sense of grievance nursed towards what they regard as the unenlightened majority who voted the wrong way is mirrored in the leadership of Extinction Rebellion.

Look at the recent open letter by celebrities – cute enough to mock-confess being high-carbon hypocrites themselves – while demanding the media “educate themselves” and others.

Never mind that there is nothing approaching scientific consensus on climate change. Or that a preening photo-opportunity with protesters is the only variation made to their own gilded lifestyles.

To satisfy their colossal vanity, the little people must be lectured out of their hard-earned cars and occasional holidays.

And, while they’re at it, vote the way they’re told next time.