I was going to write something witty and pithy today - or at least try to. But after yesterday's episode of 'What the Butler saw' - (which was bugger all really) I just didn't feel like.
Obergruppenfuhrer Blair,
hail to the Chief,
land of the free,
Stig of the dump
My faith in our leader has quite simply hit rock bottom. I want to gob Tony Blair, to get up close and serious with his set of flashy capped 'sincerity' incisors - and demolish them, I really, really do. - I just cannot stand the man. The religious zeal, the skewed view of his importance in the world, his simpering brown nosing to Bush, the failure to offer any sort of apology, for anything, ever.
The contempt with which he treats the electorate. The mates rates freebee holidays he manages to blag for his family, every year. The fantastically salaried mates jobs he gives to his failed lawyer buddies. The gongs and Knighthood’s given out like cheap sweeties to his adoring clack of Party cash donators...
The two dimensional 'I'm Tony Blair - trust me' smile, the over sincere hand movements, the really irritating way he says "I say to you...", the emails to his Ministers demanding that they give him some good news to announce. The vacuous way he announces everything and anything to the public - then moves away as yet another major initiative goes tits up.
His horrible wife and her horrible lawyer friends from the Matrix Chambers - all now safely ensconced into cushy Government jobs with pensions to die for, his failure to censure or punish anyone under him for anything, ever - even Peter Mandelson.
His moronic and power mad Ministers - John Prescott, Charles Clark, John Reid and Alistair Darling, especially. His pathetic management of the Country's infrastructure, the concreting over of the South East as the rest of Country becomes ever more victims to the 'Southern Drift'.....
The appointment of 'homers' for his back of a fag packet inquiries and reports, the way he says how 'brave' he is sending our soldiers and countless civilians to their deaths on the say-so reports from sycophantic yes men......
The way that his rash and gung-ho expeditions have effected security measures to be installed in Westminster costing £6.5 million quid to protect MPs - whilst the rest of us will have to make do with putting on an extra cardy and wearing a stout hat for bomb blast protection.
Maybe I'm being too critical on Tone - after all, as the learned Lord Butler said yesterday, "No one is to blame"....
