Rant in G Minor - Polemics still alive
JUSTIN FROM CHICKEN YOGHURT is without doubt my favourite polemical writer. He constantly argues the case for liberty and real justice in a forceful and colourful way.
Today I refer you to an article he wrote a few days ago concerning an interview with George Galloway on Sky. Justin is no fan of Galloway. I suspect he is even less of a fan of Tony Blair. In his splendidly named RANT in G MINOR, he really hits some powerful notes. Here are two paragraphs;
It gets overlooked, generally by cosy newspaper columnists and political correspondents who’ve got the mortgage to pay, that being a leader of the country means accommodating an acceptable level of death. Notice we said acceptable rather than necessary. None of the deaths we’ve seen in the last few weeks have been necessary; but by his thin, sweaty cowardice Blair, in not calling for a ceasefire and then sloping off on holiday, has demonstrated that he has a personal yardstick of acceptable deaths. He’s a reverse Galloway, condemning Hezbollah while giving Israel free reign. He does that camp indignation of his very well when accused of giving Israel ‘the green light’, doesn’t he? But who he thinks he’s kidding isn’t clear. If only those 1,000 dead Lebanese civilians had thought to join Labour’s 1,000 Club, donating £1,000 to the party every year, they might have received a little more attention.
Blair’s not unique in this - remember Thatcher sinking the Belgrano during the Falklands conflict - it’s a disgusting, dehumanising feature of what it is to be a political leader. It’s just that Blair embraced it unsettlingly easily, with the emotional detachment of a sociopath and a personal bodycount at least 70 times larger than Thatcher’s. Or maybe it’s the Christian in him telling him that all these people are being bombed, shrapnelled and otherwise blown to A Better Place. ‘How do you sleep at night, knowing that you’ve been responsible for the deaths of 100,000 Iraqis?’ the New Statesman this week reports a guest at Number 10 asking Blair. ‘I think you’ll find it’s closer to 50,000,’ was his reply. What an unmitigated shit he must be. Imagine it being your job to have to interview the bastard. We’d have to drink for at least a week beforehand.
I recommend you to read the whole article. Amidst the fiery delivery, there is a good balanced argument. When you get to it, the final paragraph is an absolute treat.
Long may Mr McKeating (Justin) hit out in anger on his PC.
Read it! Be amused at the wit! Then get angry that the lunatics have well and truly taken over the world!