There's not a lot that prompts a bout of feather spitting for me. Aside from the rigours of everyday life, work and my faltering fitness regime, I'm pretty much all sweetness and light.
Excising me this week is a feeling. I've not had this feeling since I last read Adrian Mole about 28 years ago. This feeling persisted through the years and lasted until just after John Major turned up.
I'll try and explain.
Part of it is the stark realisation that the rhetoric from Dave about caring Conservatism is a load of old tosh. Of course, I knew this deep down but I didn't really want to admit it to myself. To do so would mean allowing 'the feeling' to get back under my skin.
Well it's back. And I don't like it. Rightly or wrongly I hold the following beliefs.
Given half the chance:
--If there's a ladder to pull up, the Tories will do it.
--If there's a choice between supporting communities or big business..
--If there's a problem to solve in society then it will always be someone else's problem (and fault)
--If there's a bothersome state service that requires care and attention there will be Serco waiting in the wings.
After the coalition fractures in 18 months time and Clegg, with his tail between his legs reluctantly supports a no confidence vote, we will have a general election.
Then, Cameron will pull out all the stops and probably win the general election with poxy FPTP. (there will be boundary changes to suit..)
At this point, unshackled by the Lib Dems, the Tories will retreat into their intellectual green zone. We'll then be subjected to their true underhand bile smeared policies.
Now I've got that out of my system, I've got to get back to my faltering fitness regime, staring at the wii fit. Still in the box.