Confrontation is the essence of healthy political debate and a whole lot better than the alternative: party bosses stitching everything up between them for their own political advantage: to keep themselves high on the hog and the electorate in their place.
All professions are conspiracies against the laity – GBS, The Doctor’s Dilemma
And none more so than politics, where an unemployable seeker of lucrative sinecures, unburdened by principle or conscience,
... may seek to conceal himself among men of principle dedicated to the common weal. (The masculine embraces the feminine. Quite often, actually, in political circles.)
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If he's nothing else (and he is nothing else) Nick Clegg, the sometime Deep Green, temporarily Blue (he denies it) ski instructor, journo for five minutes and ever afterwards dedicated tranzi first class, is certainly a pro among international take-anyone's-shilling politicians. The archetype of LibDemmery, in fact.
LibDems are notorious for saying whatever they think they ought to say to please each ad hoc audience and to hell with having said the opposite to a different audience, probably in the adjacent constituency, yesterday.
As long as they see a chance of getting their grubby hands on a little piece of whatever power is going... Westminster, EU, change the voting system to get it, whatever... the LibDems are in favour of it. The principle-free political party.
Apparently vanilla, portraying themselves as the Quakers (sorry, Friends) of British politics, nice to everyone (of course), pro-motherhood, pro-apple pie and 'A vote for us is a vote against Horrid People', the LibDems are in fact, as anyone will tell you who has come up against them in election campaigns, the most unscrupulous, dishonest, calculating, lying, vicious, character-assassin, shape-shifter hypocrites on the modern British political landscape.
Which is why Clegg's latest crap is so very predictable.
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