Very difficult to see why the Conservatives would struggle to gain votes from young people, these days. From those few who are blessed with moral fiber, at least. In fact, courting their support should be second nature to the Conservative Party.
I merely bring to mind the youth wing of my local branch. True, the youngest member is 87; but they are by no means lacking in vigour (very spry when the mood becomes them, I hear).
Admittedly there was a meeting recently, in which it became apparent that one of the
members in attendance had been deceased for several hours, before anyone noticed – but these things are difficult to tell with some people. What’s more, I see this as a strength; not a weakness: the element of surprise should never be underestimated in modern politics.
And certainly, if what I hear on the doorstep is correct, then young people will prove very receptive to an inspiring message of fiscal conservatism, and social liberalism. That is to say, reducing the tax-burden on those of us who have achieved something in life; while turning a blind-eye to the whole how’s-your-father goings on, which bedevil the modern world. Perhaps the odd military parade would not be amiss; but that is purely optional.
If allotments and jam are the best that the current Leader of the Opposition has to offer, well, merely consider the fact that most rank and file members of the Conservative Party can offer not only allotments but a dazzling array of seasonal vegetables. I think we all know which is the more appealing on that score.
Furthermore, rap ‘music’ is unjustifiably popular among young people, I hear. Well, why not offer something of the kind; but promoting sensible values?
I don’t care for the term ‘gangster rap’ as it sounds too much like a form of ruffian patter. However, there is no need to be overly hidebound about these things; so why not blend the old rhyming vernacular with trenchant social commentary – and time-tested facts of history – to create Tory rap?
The people’s flag is deepest blue –
It buffed oft our polished shoe.
And ere one’s limbs grew stiff with rickets,
Our hearts were stirred by village cricket.
So raise the azure standard low
Beneath it’s shade we’ll make root-crops grow.
If Winston Churchill was alive today,
He might very well roll in his grave.
But thanks to the efficacy of the free-market
He could at least purchase a microwave.
Though Bremainers flinch, Brexiters cheer.
Shakespeare once wrote a play called King Lear.
Something to that effect seems just the sort of thing that young people go in for, I gather.
Now go forthwith; and stop this shilly-shallying.