The politically dead Labour Leader, masked and gauntleted, propped upright in a shiny new suit of armour and strapped to his horse, is being sent into the final battle against the hated Tories.
To his left, Brown has the powerful-because-unsackable Balls. To his right, the powerful-because-unsackable Darling. In any dispute between the two, and oh, there will be disputes, Mandelson will back whichever of them is indicated by his silky pragmatism in the context of his own power game.
These three will spend their days fighting for position and for the implementation of something like their personal brand of socialism in the months left before the electors take them down for the last time.
More than ever before, the Cabinet agenda will have no connection to the good of the country. All resources are to be harnessed to the election engine, now operating at run-up revs. The prime aim is to damage the Tories. Much work is needed from these doomed but clever men, if only because there is no money.
If El Cid should by some miracle revive, he will not have time to govern at all, let alone in the new way he 'promised' the farcical PLP meeting which his henchmen packed with so-called Brownites. There is no such creature. The species is now extinct.
All his dwindling energy will be needed to keep those excluded from the PLP meeting who will now find themselves outside the Cabal battle-tent from hearing the sound of the inevitable fighting inside it. They must believe that El Cid is still alive and in command. They must believe in something.
If the Brown corpse should slip in the saddle, the rebels currently stockpiling their arms and sharpening their blades will pounce.
This is by no means over.
That's a bit strong comparing SFB (Shit for Brains) with El Cid.
ReplyDeleteHe can't go yet. He still has a bit more wrecking to do and Ireland still has to vote yes.
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