Brown-Bashing: He's On The Phone

You can tell how desperate a politician is getting by the schemes they dream up. Blair was never that desperate, so his policies may have been gently shafting the Great British public, but at least he seldom had to resort to crass gimmicks. The same cannot be said of his successor in Downing Street. Gordon Brown is now so crap – after less than a year in the role – that he now has to embrace lunatic schemes endorsed by PR wankers that put Major’s Cone Hotline in the category of “a very sensible idea that in no way deserves ridicule.”

Look at it this way: most people know that Brown is not the most pleasant person to be around. The talk of tantrums, of sulking, of rages, is all around, but it has seldom been seen into the public arena. And with good reason – knowing for certain that our Prime Minister is a petulant child would further undermine a man who is already grossly compromised. It would seem to be obvious that any PR exercise should involve giving Brown less access to the public, not more.

But no. Via Guido, I see the plan to make Brown appear as a friendly man of the people is to get him to call members of the public who have sent him a letter. In one case, at 6am.

There is only one reason why Gordon should ring any member of the British public, and that is to apologise. In fact, he should ring every member of the British public who did not vote for him* to say sorry for stealing the keys to Number 10. He should sit and listen whilst those members of the public throw whatever abuse they wish to throw at him. Aside from that, Brown shouldn’t be allowed near a phone.

This exercise is a fatuous bag of shite that indicates nothing more than how detached from reality Brown, and those crass, butt-kissing gremlins he surrounds himself with, have become. Leave the PR alone, Gordon, you are shit at it. Focus instead on trying to find a way to solve some of the problems of this country. Failing that, just fuck off.

*Which is, pretty much, the whole of the British population bar the majority of toadying Labour MPs who rubberstamped his effective coup.