'Deft.'
He slips it into every presentation, every interview. It's how he describes Labour's management of the economy since 1997 and into the future that they haven't got. He means his management of the economy, of course, since he has been the economically literate eminence grise to the economically illiterate Brown, and he intends to be around after the last echo of Brown's obsequies have died away.
'Deft.'
It's his own personal little dividing line, distinguishing himself ('deft') from the Camerosborne, his two-headed Nemesis. He sneers at the Camerosborne as a clumsy, ignorant, pseudo-educated, soft, two-headed, ToryBullyBoy who could not possibly comprehend macroeconomics as well as he does (stop laughing) and who anyway must be permanently barred even from candidacy for high office (the cheek of those Etonian bastards!) on the grounds that it is a Toff.
In a sense, of course, Balls is right. There is no-one to rival him, save his Gordonian keeper, in the class-war-driven ruination of a thriving Western national economy. To find anything remotely similar one has to dig up the corpses of the old monoblocs of the Soviet union and its analogues.
I cannot offhand recall any politician in British history, save his Gordonian guardian, to rival our never-gonna-be-Chancellor in the infliction of pain on the many, not the few.
At 07:50 this morning, the lying hound was lying about growth in the British economy, having mentioned, kinda sotto voce, that his promise of continued growth in spending under Labour after the election (will you please stop laughing?) will be made possible by growth. And then - whoops! At 10:00 the ONS announced that growth had fallen yet again, way past Gordon's Ball's Darling's Labour's most pessimistic Budget estimates, and is accelerating downwards.
Deceitful? Yes. Determined? Yes. Dogged? Yes. Dangerous? Yes.
But deft? Er, no.
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