THE dodgy concrete scandal was known about decades ago — it is rank opportunism for Labour solely to blame the Tories.
They too had 13 years to fix it and didn’t.
Britain never has a spare billion to fix buildings until they actually start crumbling[/caption]
But spending had to be cut somehow.
Labour had been running up debt at an incredible £160billion a year.
Tellingly, Labour could not promise to reinstate that programme yesterday.
Our problem is that Britain lives hand to mouth.
That wouldn’t change under Labour, whatever they pretend.
HOW can we ever cope with the staggering number of migrants now arriving illegally?
Saturday set a shameful new daily record for this year: 872 . . . most of them fit young men fleeing nothing.
In just one day, the equivalent population of an entire UK village turned up on boats, knowing they will be fed and housed by taxpayers for the foreseeable.
That their asylum claim, however flimsy or simply fictitious, will be solemnly processed by sympathetic left-wing officials trained to approve.
And that, regardless, their risk of ever being deported is close enough to zero to make the crossing worth the danger.
This insanity must end. Without a proper deterrent it never will.
FREEZING airport capacity forever would be the final nail in our prosperity’s coffin.
But then the Climate Change Committee, an over-mighty quango advising the Government, is packed with zealots for whom impoverishing Britain is a trivial concern to our carbon emissions.
They wouldn’t care if we lived like peasants as long as we reached net zero.
Rishi Sunak is right to defy them.
Other major cities worldwide are expanding their airports — and their economies with it. Many already have far more runways than Heathrow.
Britain simply cannot afford to be left behind by the competition.
FOR decades The Sun has railed against public sector red tape.
Well, yes. If only someone inwas willing to do it — and face down the revolt from the civil service, the unions and the hysterical opposition parties.
When do you aim to start, Mr Hunt? Isn’t it now or never?