john bright said...Come out Gordon...If this is being in, out can't be any worse, can it ?

john bright said...

Labour must be loving this Hain stuff. It is filling the papers and nobody's looking as more of our assets are stripped our children sold into slavery and as our liberties slip under the wheels of Death's own chariot. Obnoxious and repugnant and larcenous and rancid as he is, Hain is small beer compared to all their other crimes. It is difficult, further, to imagine any significant penalty being applied to him. It is a cross-bench unspoken, isn't it, since the days of the unpardonably ugly and authoritarian Leon Brittan, that the worst that happens to honourable and right honourable felons is that they get sent to EUSSR HQ Brussels on half a million a year and even better expenses than they get here.

Raging and drooling, we waste our time. It is, of course, excellent sport and it is good that light is shone in these rank corners. But it changes nowt. Toilets Maguire and Kneepads White and Blowjob Marr; the Alibhai Brown Twins, Mel and Yaz; the BBC; the Spectator, the Trannygraph and everyone in the Street of a Thousand Arseholes would, should it happen, report Hain's sacking as a Greek, an Old Testament, a Shakespearian tragedy but a catharsis, too; a great life of public service, flawed by slight personality defects, poor admin; leave him alone now to rebuild his self-importance, maybe make a comeback in a year or two, spend some time on the backbenches, mending fences, listening to the grassroots; let the government get on with its exciting new programme of mayhem, alienation and impoverishment.

Some poor cunt, of course, from Labour's greatest, most far-reaching and redistributive achievement, the Underclass, and he'd be in jail getting a kicking from every leader writer in the land for doing a fraction of what Hain's been up to for forty years. On current form, the very worst that can happen to Hain is a smack on the wrist and a hundred grand from a newspaper for the Story Of My Own Personal Hell. Cunts, all of them.

This rapid news management shit that we're subjected to makes us forget that there is a constant in all this Labour criminality and it goes back to the grim, gay compact twixt Blair and Mandy and Nancy Brown and their various stooges, forging the EUSSR, becoming "nothing less than the political arm of the British people."

Rather than twitching like marionettes at every morsel of gossip, it is this constant which we should assail. The Executive and the Cabinet operate not to the demands of national interest - or Hain and many others this past decade would be down the river, muttering - but to the levers of mutual, reciprocatory blackmail and innuendo; the cleverest boy in Scotland thwarted by one thought prettier; smarting still at his enforced decade of denial, mocked for his old woman dithering, his cowardice; reviled for his lavender marriage, his dire, spastic, Domestos grin. Delusional, gibbering, avalanching the country with half-wit, diversionary initiatives but paralysed by paranoia, poor gay Gordon, in an Underworld of his own joint fashioning, is more or less impotent, surrounded on all sides by Peter Hains, Tessa Jowells, Harriet Harmans and God fucking help us, Mr and Mrs Ballses.

It is infuriating to hear Hain's crimes described by so many in the press as "breaking the rules," when these are criminal offences. But so, too, is blackmail and it is blackmail that has been at the heart of, informed, directed our government, at home and abroad, these last ten and more years. Blair and Campbell blackmailed Brown, Brown blackmailed them, the CIA blackmails everybody. If Hain recanted tomorrow, burnt his vanities and joined a monastery it would make no difference.

The ongoing Blair Project has, since May 1997 and Bernie Ecclestone, been a ceaseless maelstrom of corruption. There has been no period in which government has been free from crime, disrepute and malpractice; every institution, every service, every area of our discourse is diminished by these criminals. Our earnings are stolen and squandered, trousered by equal opportunities bandits, bulldozed into doomed, back-handing IT projects, mortgaged in perpetuity to grafting PFI projectmeisters; Tommy Atkins spills his guts to earn a huge retirement bung for the grinning Blairs. We are misgoverned from within a heart of darkness. On the streets, the roads, on the television, in the papers, in the schools and even in the hospitals, we are awash with shit.

Hain is but one tiny scab on the leprous body politic and even burning him in a furnace would make no difference. The only event which might lift us from the sewer would be for the prime minister to say Fuck Peter Hain, defy the blackmailers and to heed the kindly advice, Come out Gordon.

If this is being in, out can't be any worse, can it ?

2:11 PM, January 14, 2008