Winter looms, and at PMQs the Scottish nationalists were swift to exploit the darkness and the chill. ‘Dread,’ intoned Stephen Flynn, the SNP’s freakishly macabre leader in Westminster. ‘Their hearts fill with dread,’ he said.
Flynn was describing the inner lives of parents in Aberdeen as they contemplate the first snows of November. Their ‘dread’ arises from the knowledge that ‘they simply can’t afford to pay their energy bills,’ he explained. If Flynn played an executioner at the London Dungeon he wouldn’t need a face-mask. His natural expression does the job. He moved on to the children of Aberdeen who, he conceded, ‘were filled with delight’ at the prospect of snow. But the SNP exists to destroy ‘delight’ wherever it appears and to strike terror into the minds of the voters. A fearful electorate is a malleable electorate and the SNP makes no secret of its plan to scare Scotland witless.
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