When so many things jangle the nerves and raise the hackles, there is only one thing to do. Brain dump ranting! So here goes – in no particular order.
Jeremy Paxman, greying sage of the political system, commentator and aggravater of government practitioners over many years, and a puncturer of bullshit balloons. Well, it seems the pricker has become prick.
Last night he dismissed Hillary Clinton as an unsatisfactory candidate for the presidency. Not based on her years of experience in public service, not from misogyny or so he claims, and not because of overly close links to banks.
No, Hillary Clinton’s dismissal is due to her air of entitlement. Now, it strikes me that if you are going to stand for the presidency, you should exhibit a certain confidence in your own abilities. She has certainly done that, but not with the asinine arrogant stupidity of Trump.
It is, apparently, the ‘dynasty’ myth. Well Jeremy, can I call you Jeremy?, this is not a dynasty. This is not passing the baton from father to son, or father to daughter. This the acceptance that the more capable of a political partnership is now standing for office. The unfortunate thing is she lacks the one thing that Bill had, charisma.
But, Jeremy, do not dismiss her on a failure of public presentation, and disguise it as a dislike of the passing of power without outside influence, or you will begin to sound like the misogynist you aren’t.
Heathrow airport. A decision, at last. Well nearly at last. Ish. Even though our esteemed Theresa said it was a bad idea not many moons ago. Still, she is getting ever better at 180 degree turns without the whiplash.
And, if it means Boris will lie in front of a bulldozer, then maybe …..
No. My ire is reserved for dear Zac Goldsmith. Can I call you Zac? Honour to the fore, resigning because he said he would. To achieve what exactly? A by-election which he assumes – Oh that air of entitlement – he will win as evidence that he is right.
Except that he was elected on that platform in the last election, and he will not pay for the by-election, we will. But hey, his honour is at stake. So we must assume that all those who were against the Heathrow extension to resign, along with all those who have found reverse gear for, at best, short-term gains.
And are we really going hell for leather to expand our carbon footprint to blight the lives of future generations so that the UK can appear ‘open for business’, eventually. Maybe.
And that brings me to Gove. No first name, no particular respect offered. Well, not by me.
Having managed to alienate vast swathes of the educational sector, and working hard to do the same to the legal law and order arena, before presenting the dishonest face of Brexit whilst stabbing his life long chums in the back, he was finally dumped. Or so I thought.
Over the last two days, he has been given more polite, even obsequious air time than he ever deserved. He has had been provided with public airtime to pontificate, obfuscate, and explain away any ‘misjudgments’ from the past. All the while being treated like the elder statesman he will never be.
Brain dumped. Rant over. And breath.
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