……………………………………and you see something pretty nasty and unpleasant,”
So sayeth Tony Blair, the true voice of Labour as well as both Conservatives and the LibDums.
British people tend to speak as they find, and I, in particular, tend to speak out possibly more often and perhaps more robustly than many. I have watched many politicians on tv screens, and heard many more by radio, and I can honestly state that I have come across few more deeply unpleasant and self-serving that the man who led the British Labour Party for some thirteen years.
The old-style Labour movement, despite opposing their strategies, politics and divisive actions for most of my adult life, held a strange fascination for me. The Labour politicians of my youth had integrity by the bucket-full, the word ‘honesty’ must have been invented to categorise the Labour believers, and; despite being diametrically opposed to the very idea of Socialism, and of course Marxism and Communism, from which most of the Labour Party gained a great deal of their core beliefs and structures, I found that they could be depended upon to follow their words with deeds, and they never disappointed the millions who followed, and believed in them, as both politicians and as men of their word.
Take a close, measured look at the crop which inherited the legacy after the sudden and unfortunate death of John Smith, a man of integrity, of honesty and of truth, and then judge them on their words and follow their deeds. The age of the ‘spin-doctor’ arrived with their weasel words, their smooth and subtle demolitions of their opponents, both inside as well as outside, their beloved Labour Party. The by-line of the Labour Party morphed from ‘We shall serve the Nation” to ‘Things can only get better’, and if you believed that, you’d believe anything. From the dodgy double dealings of Blair’s sidekick Peter Mandelson, who sold the Hinduja Brothers their British passports for a measly half-million quid each, throught the machinations of Blair and Hain and the travesty of the Belfast Agreement; to the sordid sexual antics of ‘bluff John Prescott’, he of the Deputy Prime Minister’s title and the revolving office door and stained desk. It is true that no-one could aim any sexual innuendo at Blair, but only because his barbed-wire-lipped wife would probably have castrated him if he had ever strayed off the reservation.
His policy of nodding in tune with Bush, whilst valid in the case of a truly criminal bunch in Afghanistan, led us into the catastrophe which was Iraq, and we all know what happened there. His Defence policies, of never planning and providing the right equipment for a war undreamed by the planners, gave rise to a new industry back home in Britain, that of manufacturing and devising hi-tech artificial limbs to replace those blown off by ever-more sophisticated roadside bombs.
The strategies of leaving the migration door wide open has left us with a million-odd strong army of ‘jihadi’ volunteers, as well as the lunacies of the forerunners to the Lisbon Treaty which not only left the doors ever wider, the damn hinges rusted away, as the floods of Polish and hundreds of thousands of all varieties of African, Bandladeshi, Asian and Arabic jetsam washed up on our shores; all of whom were immediately designated ‘asylum seekers’: and we live with the garbage even today, with the recent arrival of the Roma, the Bulgars and the rest of the squalid clowns all eager to demonstrate their ability to sign on for all the welfare available! By the deliberate policies of Blair and his cohorts, the very face of Britain has been visibly altered, and we cannot do anything about it!
After he finally saw the light, and left us with that true no-hoper Gordon Brown, who held the distinction of being disliked by everybody; he swans off around the world, giving lectures and speeches to the faithful, the bankers and the odd dictator or two, and making a fortune estimated in the millions whilst doing so.
Blair labels those British people who voted or stand for UKIP as unpleasant; but I ask you, has this slippery bastard ever looked in a mirror?