Let’s get on with it
By Robert J Davies
June 24th, 2025
The mental illness enveloping Britain and Western society was itself making me ill, forcing me to take a long break from politics. Furthermore, I had to break off even from knowing much about what was happening in the world. By mid-January I could no longer watch GB News – even with excellent presenters like Patrick Christys or Nigel Farage at the helm. It relentlessly pressed my buttons leaving me tormented as to what the future holds.
I was reduced to skim-reading articles in the online Daily Telegraph to which I subscribe. Some wound me up so much I’d barely absorb them before scrolling to the Comments below and adding my voice to the accumulating fury.
In the end I had no choice but ask the doc for anti-depressants and now take Sertraline daily – it’s pretty good, with few obvious side-effects and allegedly doesn’t make you fat. It’s risky to admit suffering from low mood and taking something for it – but anyway, here goes. One of the few things modern society gets right is its willingness to better understand mental health issues. This is a huge problem in the countryside and something the Rural Conservative Movement needs to be at the forefront of tackling.
Partly thanks to medication lifting my mood and also because no longer participating in politics and current affairs – including some lively interactions with friends and foes on social media – was itself depressing, I’ve now decided to walk back into the bear pit.
I’ve done so in part because there remains a void in politics which the likes of me, coupled with RCM philosophy, have a duty to fill. It’s a void I’m unconvinced that Reform can expand into on its own. I seem to be one of the few people who instinctively know what can save Britain and are willing to state it publicly and truthfully. Of course, it’s understandable why so few others feel able to, such are the potential repercussions in a dystopian society build on a tissue of lies.
So, I am back – the RCM is back. Britain is in a worse mess now than when I last engaged in January. Time will run out on us before long and the chemotherapy needed to save us becomes ever stronger and more unpleasant. But there is still cause for hope amid the gloom. Not much, but we must seek to build on it.
