In whose interest might Rachel Johnson possibly be acting?
But, even allowing for the fact that Baroness Mallalieu is Labour, enough, enough, enough of the definition of "the countryside" as the Owen Paterson-loving "Devon and Somerset Staghounds", "Exmoor Pony Society", "Novice Hunter Mare and Gelding class", "Game Fair at Blenheim", and so on.
Enough, enough, enough of the identification of rural England's very serious grievances as anything to do with foxhunting, to the ban on which I should add that I have always been staunchly opposed.
Labour has probably forfeited the once-in-a-half-century chance of anything up to 100 previously unimaginable rural English seats next year (although it always wins quite a few, anyway) by its foolish acceptance of all of this.
Most people in the countryside do not give a damn about foxhunting, and half of the rest are its strongest opponents in the entire country. Next to nobody had ever heard of Owen Paterson.
The cuts, and the attendant collapse of the Lib Dems, would have given Labour numerous real opportunities if it had bothered to select local candidates, perhaps even from outside the party in places where it barely exists, and then poured union and other money into spending all the way up to the maximum in places that have often not had meaningfully contested elections in many decades, if ever.
Once elected, those candidates would then have had all the advantages of incumbency in 2020 and beyond, and those against shell-shocked local Conservative and, in places, Lib Dem organisations.
Labour is going to win next year, of course. But it could have done so much more.
Instead, it listened to the Devon and Somerset Staghounds, to the Exmoor Pony Society, to the Novice Hunter Mare and Gelding class, to the Game Fair at Blenheim, and so on.
And it believed them.