Wednesday 23 September 2015.
Dear Mr Cameron,
I wasn’t going to mention #piggate but something came up and I feel I must. I’m not going to make any jokes about it, what I want to talk about is treachery, which is what the whole thing with Ashcroft is all about. Isn’t it amazing that he would spend so much time on a book just to get his own back because he didn’t get the rewards he felt were his due after giving your party such generous donations? It doesn’t matter what he wanted, he didn’t get it and now he wants his pound of flesh, not justice, vengeance.
The reason I mention treachery is because Ashcroft isn’t alone in falling victim to your treachery, it’s a speciality of yours. Do you remember your 2010 election promises of ‘no top down reorganisation of the NHS’, ‘No cuts to front-line services’, ‘absolutely no plans to raise VAT’, on Education Maintenance Allowances -‘we don’t have any plans to get rid of them’, to name but a few? Perhaps you also remember telling parliament regarding the bedroom tax, ‘Obviously, what we have done is to exempt disabled people who need an extra room?’
Let’s spread the net a little wider and draw the time a little closer. Do you recall in January when energy secretary, Amber Rudd, told MPs: ‘We have agreed an outright ban on fracking in national parks [and] sites of special scientific interest (SSSIs)’? Just to remind you, SSSI’s are unique habitats for rare wildlife and plants and among the 159 licences issued last month to explore for oil and gas onshore, and therefore likely to be sites for fracking, are 293 sites of special scientific interest.
Do you also recall when I said on the 21st that ‘it seems your own constituency of Witney seems to have remained mysteriously fracking application free even whist the surrounding areas have not’, leading Anne McIntosh MP to remark that fracking would ‘not be coming to Witney anytime soon’? I wonder if you would tell me what makes Witney such a special, special place that of all the country it is being preserved? Is there something rare and precious there and could it perhaps be that it is the home of the most treacherous man in Britain?
I am afraid I am going to be unkind, perhaps a little treacherous myself, now, I really wish that, whether the story is true or not, you had remained with the pig, or any pig, as long as it was dead, because I certainly wouldn’t wish you on a live one. We could all have slept a great deal more soundly than we currently do or are likely to do for some time once the frackers start tearing the country apart. I am not one for vengeance, but I can quite understand why Ashcroft did what he did.