Alice Thompson:
There is a new excitement in the air. And David Cameron has seized it. Call it the zeitgeist. Call it the new era, but this is a man willing to take destiny by the scruff of the neck and drag it into the new millennium. With his tee-shirt and jeans, changing nappies as he leans effortlessly against his Aga in his Notting Hill kitchen, David Cameron is modernity personified. He exudes the air of a man at ease both with his own sexuality, and that of the nation as a whole. David Davis, by contrast, with his sleep-filled eyes and trembling gait, is a broken-nosed street fighter who wouldn’t know one side of a frying pan from the other and who probably doesn’t even know the name of his own children.
Robert Fisk:
The poor people of Basra aren’t too worked up about who will become the next leader of the Conservative party. They know all about rigged elections. They know all about George W. Bush. Saddam Hussein, on the other hand, was elected with 98% of the vote. That didn’t stop the Americans from toppling him though. Could that plight be awaiting David Cameron?
Mark Steyn:
So it’s Tweedledumb versus Tweedledumber, TweedleDave versus TweedleDavid. One, a man so modern he’d like to teach the world to sing, furnish it with love, have a coke and a smile. The other, a paleo-conservative from the Jurassic era who is a walking cure for insomnia. In other words, the mogadon mastadon. Still, while the liberal media gets itself worked up into a frenzy about who will lead the Conservatives into its next glorious defeat, a little-reported story emanating from Nottingham Council is much more indicative of the way western culture is heading. There, the good burghers of Nottingham have decided to suspend Christmas for “one year only”, on the grounds of racial sensitivity, and replace it with a multicultural event in which the female councillors are all required to wear the burqa and get stoned. And no, that isn’t stoned in a David Cameron sense.
No-one is spared. Read it all.
