It is time for a novice, so vote for me

The Jewish Chronicle - - Features -

FOR THE past three weeks we have watched po­lit­i­cal con­fer­ence af­ter po­lit­i­cal con­fer­ence. First Nick Clegg for the Lib­eral Democrats, then Labour Prime Min­is­ter Gor­don Brown and fi­nally Con­ser­va­tive leader David Cameron (who surely must be re­lated to Clegg, right?) have set forth their vi­sions for the coun­try.

They have all at­tempted to re­as­sure, to in­spire and to per­suade us that they have the an­swers. I am not con­vinced. Al­though I have never sought po­lit­i­cal of­fice be­fore, I feel that this is the time when, as a ci­ti­zen of this fine coun­try of ours, I should stand up and be counted.

There are many chal­lenges fac­ing us — we can all see that hard-work­ing fam­i­lies around the coun­try are strug­gling to make ends meet. I am here to help them. But more than this, I hold out a hand to those who are less hard work­ing — lazy even. I and my party will not coun­te­nance dis­crim­i­na­tion on the grounds of in­do­lence — that can­not hap­pen in the 21st cen­tury.

The key word for me is change. If we do not adapt we will not be able to face the chal­lenges that face our great is­land na­tion. We must be stand stead­fast against the tide of credit, er, crunch­i­ness which threat­ens to en­gulf us and in­deed sink us.

We will never sur­ren­der to the evil of the shorts sell­ers. In­deed, whether th­ese peo­ple are sell­ing trousers, cu­lottes or even boot-cut jeans we can­not al­low them to threaten our cher­ished way of life. I re­fer to long shad­ows on the vil­lage green, the crack of leather on wil­low, 4x4s dou­ble parked in the high streets of our in­domitable green sub­urbs. Th­ese are the things which made our coun­try great. Th­ese are the things we must fight for on the beaches, on the rooftops, in the streets, on the way home from shul.

There are no quick fixes to this cri­sis. There will be times when we crave prime brisket but have to make do with stuffed cab­bage. No one knows when we will emerge from this ter­ri­ble cri­sis which, let me re­mind you, has al­ready caused pain and suf­fer­ing to es­tate agents the length and breadth of the coun­try — and there have been bad ef­fects as well.

Some say it is a time to turn back and re­treat. Well, you turn if you want to, but this colum­nist is not for turn­ing.

What we need is a plan of action. Let there be no more talk­ing. Let the dis­cus­sions end. There is no point in end­less ne­go­ti­a­tion, sub-com­mit­tees, talk­ing shops and think tanks. What we re­quire is not groups of politi­cians in smoked-filled rooms com­ing up with lengthy doc­u­ments which take us nowhere. The peo­ple of this coun­try look to us not for chit chat, not for a yenta over cof­fee and a piece of cake (or per­haps a one of those nice kichels), but action.

We do not yet know the form that this action will take. But when we do know, let me tell you that we will waste no time on flow­ery words or empty ges­tures. There is no room for rhetoric or blus­ter or pre­var­i­ca­tion. Let me give you a solemn as­sur­ance that my gov­ern­ment will talk de­ci­sively about what is needed for the fu­ture, and that when the time for action is ripe, we will not be found want­ing.

Peo­ple of Bri­tain — I have a dream, a dream that one day the only fear we will have is of fear it­self. I may be the first JC colum­nist in gen­er­a­tions to say with con­fi­dence, go back to your con­stituen­cies, and pre­pare for Shab­bat.

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