British Parliamentary elections tonight.

The British general election surprisingly – and a bit unfortunately – doesn’t seem like that big a deal during this particular administration, although I suspect that will change with the next one.  At least, I hope so: England’s been one of our staunchest allies for almost a century.  It’d be a shame if that went away simply because one of our Presidents happened to adopt a poisonous resentment of the British because then maybe Daddy would love him then.

Oh, sorry: did I type that out? My bad. How embarrassing.

Anyway, if you don’t really care about the British elections then P.J. O’Rourke has you covered: he finds all of the parties involved tedious and useless, not that the British asked. And not that P.J. O’Rourke would care if they did, of course. Not caring whether or not people asked us for our opinions is one of America’s finest traditions, and one that I’m happy to see still being honored in the press. O’Rourke also, I think, manages to explain pretty well why the Scottish Nationalist Party is scheduled to win a mess of seats in Scotland, shortly after the Scots more or less handily rejected Scottish nationalism:

The Conservatives, Labour and the Liberal Democrats opposed Scottish independence and so did the majority of Scots, and yet… My wife may not want my eleven-year-old son to play tackle football but if the coach told her our boy is too small, too slow and too uncoordinated to play tackle football, God help that coach.

That is, indeed, a very Celtic way to think. I say ‘Celtic’ because I think that the Welsh think the same way, and it’s for certain that the Irish do, too.  My ancestors were a stubborn people.  Disorganized as all get-out, which is why we all speak English now – but stubborn, and disinclined to pay too much heed to such nonsense as “internal logical consistency.”

Finally: the last exit poll promised a nail-biter of a result. Guess we’ll see…

Moe Lane (crosspost)