Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive – and Keir Starmer, that sanctimonious son of a tool, has spun a silken shroud so vast it could smother the entire geriatric wing of the NHS. Yesterday’s leaked Labour policy note – straight from the bowels of opposition-era scheming – has finally ripped the mask from the Prime Minister’s pious face. For months, Starmer has bleated that the Assisted Dying Bill, Kim Leadbeater’s Private Member’s gambit, was nothing to do with Labour policy. A free vote! Neutrality! Hands off, guv! Bollocks. The documents scream the truth: this was a calculated stitch-up, a secret coordination to legalise state-sanctioned suicide via the back door, all while dodging manifesto scrutiny and parliamentary accountability.
Picture it, dear reader: while the rest of us were faffing about with inflation and winter fuel payments, Starmer’s shadow cabinet huddled in smoke-free rooms, plotting how to funnel euthanasia through a Private Member’s Bill. The leak, splashed across The Guardian and the Mail like yesterday’s takeaway, reveals they knew full well a PMB would let them exert “heavy influence” without the fingerprints showing. No consultation with MPs, unions, or the rank-and-file membership – just a sly nod to Esther Rantzen over the blower, and suddenly Leadbeater “wins” the ballot and picks this poison pill. Coincidence? My arse. This was engineered from the off, a Labour wet dream dressed up as backbench initiative.
And why the deceit? Don’t kid yourself it’s about compassion or dignity in death. This is fiscal vampirism, pure and simple. Labour’s bean-counters – those grey men in the Treasury who dream in spreadsheets – have long eyed the NHS’s £180 billion black hole and the state pension bill ballooning to £120 billion by 2030. Who’s the biggest drain? The old dears, bless ’em: 12 million over-65s sucking up £70 billion in health and social care alone, with winter fuel allowances tossed in like confetti at a funeral. Starmer’s mob genuinely wants to kill off the “burdensome” brigade – not with a bang, but with a quiet prescription for pentobarbital and a pat on the head. It’s eugenics lite, wrapped in the language of choice, designed to thin the herd and plug the fiscal gap. Every grey vote shuffled off this mortal coil saves a fortune in hip replacements and dementia wards. Compassion? It’s cost-cutting with a stethoscope.
This isn’t hyperbole; it’s the grotesque logic of a government that’s already slashed winter fuel for the vulnerable and eyed means-testing pensions like a fox in the henhouse. The leaked note doesn’t just expose the lie – it lays bare the motive. Starmer, the former Director of Public Prosecutions who once oversaw mercy killings on the margins, now plays puppet-master from Downing Street. Neutral? He’s as neutral as a shark in a goldfish bowl.
Of course, this is just the crown jewel in Starmer’s tiara of turds. Remember the £22 billion black hole that wasn’t? The winter fuel betrayal? The endless tax hikes dressed as “fairness”? Lies upon lies, each more threadbare than the last. But this? This is the most egregious, the one that chills the marrow because it’s not about wallets or waiting lists – it’s life and death. A matter of shuffling off the elderly to balance the books, all under the fig leaf of a free vote. When did Labour become the party that engineers quietus for the quietus-challenged? When did “for the many” become “fewer mouths to feed”?
The likes of Dame Meg Hillier are already spitting feathers, calling it a “shadow policymaking process” that evades scrutiny on an issue that could redefine mortality in Britain. And Leadbeater’s camp? They “categorically deny” chats with No. 10. Pull the other one, love – it’s got bells on. As the Lords filibuster with hundreds of amendments this Friday, the stink of this scandal will only grow. But don’t hold your breath for accountability; Starmer’s too busy practising his furrowed brow for the cameras.
So what now, you ask, as the chill wind of December whispers of hemlock on the breeze? Rage, my friends. Rage like Gran on her last legs, refusing the syringe. Demand a full inquiry into these leaks, flood your MP’s inbox with the fury of a thousand Zimmer frames. And when the next election rolls around – 2029, if they don’t rig the calendar – remember: Starmer’s not just a liar; he’s a life-taker in waiting.
In the grand theatre of Westminster, this is Act One of the great cull. Don’t let the curtain fall without a fight.
Yours in unassisted fury,
Ken Palarse
Essential reading for the resistance:
- The Right to Die? by Derek Humphry – the blueprint they’re bastardising
- Being Mortal by Atul Gawande – a humane counterpoint to Starmer’s spreadsheet slaughter
- The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch – because if you’re going to con the public, at least do it with flair
