King David of Camerlot (on whose head the crown sits uneasily tonight) has apparently written to 10 Crown dependencies and British overseas territories telling them they are allowed to offer low tax rates, but not avoid tax aggressively. He’s told them to jolly well get their houses in order by pulling up socks, rolling up sleeves, and putting down real roots in the global financial community. There is no record of him writing to any multinational companies with the same message, and I applaud him for that: it would simply be a waste of paper, as they’d tell him to f**k off.

What I’m less keen on is Cameron coming down hard on tax avoidance. Surely that’s down to the incompetent pillocks who draft the tax legislation – and quite knowingly leave loopholes everywhere – to sort out, is it not? Is it not also down to the Chancellor and his Rottweilers at the HMRC to put tax accountants out of business by simply saying ‘no’ to every scheme, whether it might involve pork scratchings futures or losses made on Ghanaian car wash ventures?

There is, every week, less and less clarity – and more and more anarchy – about the Coalition.

And yet, here in one place is the fundamental problem for all decent, intelligent people in Britain. We – and I use that pronoun proudly – would reluctantly rather see Cameronian muddle in power than the two alleged alternatives on offer: Borishunt Fallongove plus UKip support, or the Ed Miller Band. The rub for us, however, is that we would far, far rather see a Government not led by an Old Etonian berk whose combination of gobsmacking naivety and sly complicity leads one every day to wonder how he can possibly be the best 58 million souls can come up with.

I’ve felt like this about British Governments since 1964. I didn’t want Labour then, or Heath in 1970, Callaghan after the 3-day week, Thatcher in 1979, or Nude Labour under Blair in 1997. I was either way about Cameron’s Coalition in 2010, and would’ve preferred a more overtly anti-EU victory of One Nation Toryism. Now I’m forced to fall back on the least ghastly of three insincere offers. Like so many Brits today, I feel almost entirely disenfranchised.

If, by the way, you think my contention that Dave is in trouble to be alarmism, harken unto this: the 1922 Committee sees UKIP as “our party of choice”. They loathe Cameron with a passion so visceral, it is rarely seen in politics these days…..except among Mandelson’s knitting circle in relation to Miliband the Younger. Throughout Westminster, backbench MPs of all Parties are gossiping about everything from an imminent Tory leadership collapse to a forced General Election after the summer. As I posted some days ago, while the MSM doubts it, I don’t: this time, King David may well see his brethren slain with the jawbone of many assholes.

One only has to look at the merry dance of duplicity being choreographed by the Right in relation to the Gay Marriage Bill. For example, Tory swivel-eyed former minister Tim Loughton tabled an at first sight trendy amendment to allow heterosexual couples who don’t want to get married to opt for a civil partnership instead. But in reality, it was a subterfuge designed to defeat the bill by inviting Labour’s inclusive fluffies to vote with the Rightist rebels. Anyone with an ounce of political nous is left asking “Where TF are the Tory whips while this is all going on?”

Rather than whipping Tory backbenchers into shape, Number Ten has been forced to do a deal with Labour to ensure the Bill’s passage – which now looks certain – but the outcome is that the Ed Miller Band of Hope will surely claim that the Bill’s passage was really down to them….and that they had to rescue the Conservative Party from its own nutters. Whichever way you cut it, it’s going to look like a humiliation for Camerlot.

Not too long ago, Conservative rebels would’ve backed away from landing their own leadership in such mire. Not now: six days ago, 116 Conservative MPs voted against the Queen’s Speech, the size of the Tory revolt surprising even leading dissidents. Tonight, former Party Treasurer and Cameron-hater Lord Ashcroft said the rows over Europe, gay marriage and swivel-eyed loons had to come to an end. But somewhat predictably, he was enigmatic on the subject of how. Privately, of course – like Farage, Johnson, Gove and Uncle Tom Cobbleigh – he wants Cameron to be ousted in time for a new leader to establish himself (I’m assuming neither Theresa May nor Nadine Dorries would get it) before 2015. And we should not, of course, leave out the other part of this dastardly plan: to smooth the way for an electoral deal with UKIP that will, between the two right wing Parties, give them easily enough constituencies to leave Labour miles behind at the next Election.

Support for the strategy came later today in the shape of a Survation poll giving UKip a 22% share of voting intentions. Worryingly for Camerlot, the Faragist gains were almost entirely direct switches from former Conservative voters.

Yesterday, I had something of an explosive exchange with several threaders here at The Slog. My beef was very simple: I was trying to evidence how a plan to get Cameron out of 10 Downing Street via ‘Swivelgate’ was being orchestrated by a phalanx of interested parties consisting, by and large, of unelected media barons, Nigel Farage, and a group of hard Tory Right journalists. These folks continue to pursue their objective by using anything to hand – be that the EU referendum issue or the Gay Marriage Bill. They’ve been at this game since a week into the Coalition, when Telegraph journalists brought down a Gay LibDem Minister, and then tried hard through equally nefarious means to nobble Vince Cable. Later still, the Murdoch press – after their own illegality had dropped Camerlot in it bigtime – went out in search of Scottish Nationalists to try and destabilise the Coalition. Along the way, Lord Ashcroft – a shadowy billionaire also unable to garner any votes for himself – has used every weapon at his disposal to undermine Her Majesty’s Government. Now we find Sarkist hacks – in league with Nigel Farage (a man who scuttled round to pay homage to the Digger Murdoch at the first opportunity) trying to do the same thing.

The issue in all this is not which Party one supports or doesn’t support. The issue is, quite simply, the pernicious influence of unelected money in the public life of the country of my birth. I do not give a monkey’s chuff whether a threat to the sovereignty of an elected Commons comes from the TUC, Brussels, Newscorp, multinational managers, mad investment bankers, Ed Balls, Jack Dromey, the Barclay brothers, Washington, Buckingham Palace, or Lizards from the Planet Gung. The principle remains unchanged. I have no respect for David Cameron, and even less for his squeaky Chancellor. But thanks to the vagaries of our electoral system and largely unwritten constitutional conventions, they and the useless Nick Clegg represent the winners (and let’s get real here, for better or worse they were) of the May 2010 General Election.

People who find analyses of how this is being done yawn-inducing should stop coming to The Slog, because they are being incredibly short-sighted. They may well want a Government in which Nigel Farage plays a major part, Newscorp fans have all the High Offices, a fascist Sark-bankrolled buffoon is the real power behind things, and the Opposition is reduced to a rump. If so, they’re welcome to it: but such a thing would be a disaster for civilised culture, democracy and personal liberty. Holding up a Labour victory as “the only alternative” is, to be honest, a risible argument. The real alternative is devolved, communitarian government and national self-sufficiency. The idea of a financially-controlled, globalist-supporting bunch of sociopaths running things would be the sort of nightmare guaranteed to keep me out of Britain permanently.

We are not going to put right our way if life by handing power to fanatics who don’t care a fig about it. That is true whether the victors be Harmanite multiculturalists or Friedmanite monetarists. But we most certainly aren’t going to do it by adopting and endorsing the foul means in play at the moment.

The task for real Britons at the moment is to propagate the idea of a return to ethical, commonsense principles being applied to everything from sexuality and sovereignty to capitalist commerce and taxation. That must be achieved solely by the actions of legally elected legislators, not plots and schemes hatched by hare-brained chancers.

Earlier at The Slog: Is sex-crime justice being royally shafted?