Conservatism is about love - but so is socialism - though socialism loves ideas and abstractions, not village greens and hereditary peers and bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. Politics is
 also about anger, but the left seem much angrier and much more prone to hatred than the right. In England at least.

The social media and the papers have been full of misery on the part of Labour supporters, understandably, but also in many cases fury at the successful Conservatives. Daniel Hannan writes well in Conservative home about the hatred the left often feels for the right. He says

the asymmetry of hatred was palpable. Again and again, Labour candidates and their media allies would rail against the heartless Tories who (in a trope popularised by George Monbiot and Robert Webb) were all emotionally damaged as a result of having been to boarding schools, and who were bent on killing poor and disabled people through benefits cuts.
And goes on:
When Leftists attack the Tories, they’re not just having a go at 300 MPs, or 100,000 party members: they’re scorning everyone who has contemplated supporting the party. Here, to pluck an example at random, is Charlie Brooker: “The Conservative Party is an eternally irritating force for wrong that appeals exclusively to bigots, toffs, money-minded machine men, faded entertainers and selfish, grasping simpletons born with some essential part of their soul missing”. 
Daniel Hannen is (still) a Conservative MEP and close associate of UKIP's only MP Douglas Carswell. But though some Labour supporters sound like they want to dissolve the electorate and choose another (a process which is, in fact, underway as a result of mass immigration) some Labour supporters are trying to understand, rather than blame, Tory voters. Suzanne Moore acknowledges here that working-class Tories may have a point after all (she always dismissed her mother's conservatism as 'false consciousness', a Marxist phrase).  Peter Watt writes in similar vein here.

I understand it very well - I felt the intense self righteousness when I strongly disapproved of Margaret Thatcher in the 1980s. Conservatives, even if they regard the left as traitors, don't feel the same way. I am not sure why, shall have to give it thought, but it is an important fact.

What is remarkable is not the ugliness and anger - which come more from the left, yes - but the fact that we don't come to blows.

The hatred the British Left has for the Right is best seen in the hatred, the noun is exact, felt in the USA for the Tea Party and in England for UKIP. UKIP is a pleasant, Ealing Comedy sort of outfit that has the temerity to want to leave the EU and limit immigration. Peter Oborne described it as the Tory Part in exile, but nowadays it is the sin-eater of British life, and is loathed by people who really loath the electorate or large sections of it. This ugly phenomenon is illustrated by a very nasty article by my bête noire Giles Fraser, D.D., writing in the Guardian (where else?) just before Christmas, in which he said
"I don’t just disagree with Ukip. I despise them."
You may ask why a clergyman should despise the only political party that opposed single-sex marriage. I can't answer that. 

Dr. Fraser wrote a couple of days ago an unintentionally hilarious piece about how the election result makes him ashamed to be English. He muses:
Voting expresses our desire to belong [an interesting idea but probably not true]. But is it worth belonging to a country that has become little more than an aggregation of self-interest?
Yet it all started so well.
Thursday morning was lovely in London, full of the promise of spring. Even the spat I had with the man outside my polling station shouting at “f- immigrants” [the redaction is mine - clergymen have come a long way since the Chatterley ban was lifted] didn’t disrupt an overall feeling of optimism. Were people walking just a little bit more purposefully? Was I mistaken in detecting some calm excitement, almost an unspoken communal bonhomie? Perhaps also a feeling of empowerment, a sense that it was “the people” that could now make a difference. But by bedtime the spell had been broken. Things were going to stay the same. No real difference had been made.
It reads exactly like a parody by the late Michael Wharton (Peter Simple in the Telegraph) put into the mouth of Dr Spaceley Trellis, the go-ahead Bishop of Bevindon. You would need a heart of stone to read it without laughing. The odd thing is that the government led by David Cameron for the last five years is almost as liberal and PC as Dr. Fraser, and has spent like a sailor. But that's another story.

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