Blood pressure up again

Real life is interfering with blogging at present but while I'm away from the keyboard I'm reading Bower's biography of Brown.

It's a real page-turner for a political addict like your humble servant. It's a horror story about a pathological megalomaniac who is also a compulsive liar. The old one about hiding behind a spiral staircase springs to mind.

The coldly calculated lies. The extempore, panicky lies. The petty lies. The gigantic lies. The lies which he instructed his gofers (especially the cockroach Whelan, now Brown's man controlling Unite, Labour's proprietors) to tell, to enhance his reputation, cover his arse, or to damage or destroy those he wished to be rid of or destroy, from honourable civil servants to Cabinet Ministers.

It is positively mediaeval, reminiscent of the Medicis and the Borgias, and at the same time, Baroque, in the literal sense of 'over the top', excessive in its mendacious viciousness.

Fucking moral compass? All I can say is, I hope the bastard reaps some of what he has sown.

Gordon Brown has told every kind of lie before and since coming to office, all of them arising from his unadulterated hatred of, oh, pretty much everyone. His lies are both eye-watering and sick-making.

And there's almost one per page! At every turn, his recourse is a lie or a moral stabbing of some hapless victim. Unbefuckinglievable.

If ever a man was unfit for public office, it is Gordon Brown. And his treatment of women, including the woman who has become his wife, is beyond description. The man is no gentleman. He is an out and out cad, a boor and a complete bastard.

He is a narrow-minded, parsimonious, class-obsessed, vicious political monomaniac with no life beyond his obsession. If he is ejected from office, and I say 'if' because it is clear there is almost nothing he will not do to retain the power for which his whole life has been one long anger-fuelled manoeuvre, God alone knows what he will do to occupy himself.

If he goes to the IMF, he cannot pursue class war in the fashion to which he has been accustomed all his life. He cannot gloss over his ignorance of economics and blame his minions for his gross misjudgements. He will not be able to consort with thugs and immerse himself in beery football jocularity with hand-picked blokes, as his sole recreation.

The man is barely house-trained, as his eccentric, eyebrow-raising behaviour at numerous EU summits records. Heaven help the diplomats of the world of international economic politics, for whom class war is not the issue, if they find Gordon Brown in their midst. It will be like working with Shrek.

He will not listen to anyone whose personal loyalty to him he doubts or suspects. He gets rid of them. That may work in Downing Street. I doubt it would work in Geneva or Washington.

'Flawed' is a familiar description of Gordon Brown but, reading Bower, I wonder about his sanity. I really do. Besides which, seeing the Etonian Cameron voted into in Number Ten may actually cause him a fatal seizure.

And I am really, really angry that this maniacal liar was permitted to take control of the government of my country. There is one consolation. He has made many deadly enemies and has destroyed many people. His path in government has littered the place with bodies. Many are senior civil servants but most of them are Labour Party 'colleagues' who are keeping schtum so as not to damage the party in government. Once Labour is out of office, though, they will be free to write their memoirs. And there is fuck all that Gordon 'Bastard and Ruiner' Brown can do about it.