Call to arms
NO ONE should fault Liz Truss’s bottle.
She intends to risk her premiership on turbo-charging the economy, even if that means taking bold tax-cutting decisions which poll badly.
That’s a big change from years of Government-by-focus-group. We can only hope she gets results.
One call the PM did make in New York yesterday which should be beyond dispute is to continue or increase our commitment to Ukraine in arms and aid — and end decades of complacency about the threat from China and Russia.
It is of course vital to defend Ukraine and the West from tyranny. But also to ensure Ukraine is strong enough to finally force Putin into retreat. He can still somehow sell that to his people as victory. Some really are that gullible.
His only other options are to retaliate with tactical nukes, alienating his few global allies and probably even his own generals. Or to call up millions of untrained young rookies as cannon fodder for a new offensive — though the colossal losses could topple him.
A withdrawal is best all round. Hastening it means getting more and better weapons into Ukrainian hands.
We cannot hope Putin and his odious lackey Lavrov will “negotiate”.
Sneer we go
ANY optimistic dreams that unity over our lost Queen might last were blown instantly away by the sneering Remoaner mob.
Yesterday’s source of smug glee?
Liz Truss admitting a UK-US trade deal is still years away.
How the europhiles whooped with joy that, no, the poorest in society would NOT be able to buy cheaper food from America.
Labour, EU fans to the last man and woman, managed simultaneously to present their favoured outcome as a scandalous Government failure.
If they followed any news outside their Twitter bubble they would know a US deal hasn’t been on the cards for years, especially since Joe Biden was elected.
The Government long ago turned its attentions elsewhere . . . for example to the huge agreement it is currently negotiating with India.
We have written much about the Queen’s incredible 70-year reign.
We’re starting to suspect the Remoaner tantrum could last even longer.
IMAGINE the most nervous you’ve ever been.
Now imagine shouldering the Queen’s lead-lined oak coffin again and again as billions watch every step. One slip and . . . well, it doesn’t bear thinking about.
So we salute the young Grenadier Guards, fresh back from Iraq, who bore that onerous burden faultlessly, including up the steps of St George’s Chapel in Windsor as the world held its breath.
Let’s pin some medals on those lads.