Clegg shows the way to wreck a party

From: R Billups, East Avenue, Rawmarsh, Rotherham.

Nick Clegg and Vince Cable will soon be the only two left in the Lib Dem party as members quit on a daily basis. Nick Clegg has given a lesson on how to destroy a political party in 12 months.

I suppose the pay rise he got last year has occupied his mind. Money seems to be the only thing that he’s really interested in – it must be his comforter. The title Deputy Prime Minister really means “dogsbody” but at £165,000 per year plus expenses, it seems worth it to Nick to throw his party to the dogs.

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Vince Cable’s in the same bind – the money is the thing. Who cares about the 639 councillors who lost their jobs to keep these two in clover? If nobody else think it’s worth it, Nick and Vince do.

From: Bev Wilkinson, White Grove, Roundhay, Leeds.

With reference to Mark Stuart’s article (Yorkshire Post, May 9), I am reminded of a quote from Kipling in Plain Tales From the Hills: “No wise man has a policy – a policy is the blackmail levied on the Fool by the Unforeseen.’”

How this must resonate with Nick Clegg as the inability to deliver his policies, owing to constraints of the coalition, result in his policies coming back to bite him!

From: Peter Asquith-Cowen, First Lane, Anlaby.

ON the coalition, Mark Stuart suggests the “political marriage has to stay together”.

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Yes, but for how long? Nick Clegg comforts himself in the false belief that ”people want a louder Liberal Democrat voice in Government”.

His is certainly misguided. His party’s reputation is shattered and his own hypocrisy, lack of beliefs, U-turns and treachery mean the people want an end to this coalition and to him in particular.

This is the real lesson and the message the electorate have sent. Never again will the people trust the Lib Dems.

A plaster for the NHS

From: John Rookes, Bramley, Rotherham.

Has Nick Clegg the opportunity to repair his and the Lib Dems badly damaged reputation by blocking the Conservative-led reforms of the NHS?

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As a frequent user of the NHS, I am sure there are savings to be made, but it appears what they are planning could lead to irreparable damage to this much-loved and envied service. The plans, derided by most of the medical profession, need to be very carefully thought out and implemented before it is mortally wounded.

Why perform major surgery when a sticking plaster would do?

The bloody nose suffered by the Lib Dems in the local elections should serve as a warning to the Conservatives not to tinker with something as crucially important as the NHS.

From; Jim Beck, Lindrick Grove, Tickhill, Doncaster.

SOME conundrums are incapable of an ideal resolution, such as the future of children’s heart surgery in Leeds (Yorkshire Post, May 10).

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In a perfect world, children desperately in need of life- saving heart surgery would not have to travel to Liverpool or Newcastle, but then, neither would children in Liverpool and Newcastle have to travel to Leeds.

The cruel realities

From: James Davis, Gisburn Road, Skipton.

With regard to your article “Protests at animal testing will deter tourists’ (Yorkshire Post, May 3), I find it sad that the people of Grimston, East Yorkshire, are content for animals to be bred for cruel and misleading experiments, while their only concerns are how the inevitable protests will impact on tourism.

I have one thing to say to the people of Grimston – having seen this part of the world, it strikes me you have very few tourists to lose in the first place; it would be more prudent to worry about how animal experiments hamper human medicine and genuine progress.

Words and waste

From: Mrs Dora Taylor, East Ardsley, Wakefield.

With reference to the letter from Peter Dalby on the word “sudcake” (Yorkshire Post, May 7) I was also a child in the 1940s. My mother worked at Rods Mill in Morley at that time.

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She and many more women had a filthy job processing “shoddy” which was waste from the surrounding mills. When it was finished, it ended up a black oily type wadding which smelt foul.

It was then taken by wagon and tipped in big black heaps on the farmers’ fields ready to be spread. However, it was always called “nom”.