Turned on the TV this morning. A nicely balanced panel of guests on the The Andrew Marr Show was there to represent all shades of political opinion as the news items of the day were reviewed. The threesome chatting with Queen Liz's enthusiastically reverent brown-noser were former Telegraph editor Max Hastings, Tim Montgomerie of Conservative Home and some journalist from that mouthpiece of firebrand socialism, The Times. Typical BBC left-wing bias.
Calmly and sounding rather bored by it all, the panellists discussed the big story of the morning, the caught-red-handed video footage in which one Peter Cruddas reveals that for £250K, you can have dinner with David Cameron and the lovely Samantha, with the opportunity to influence Government policy over millionaires' shortbread and Eton mess. Cruddas is the shady and shabby billionaire bookie given the job of raising extra funds for the Conservative Party. As a spread-betting supremo, he has got rich while not creating any real additional wealth or contributing anything of value to the economy. Spread-betting is a legal form of theft and is one of most immoral and reprehensible things you can conceivably do. It penalises thrift and patience and is a way of using money you don’t have to lever share prices downwards, thereby destroying the life savings of more honest and more naive investors.
Montgomerie brushed off the significance of the story. "I do very much doubt that donors can simply buy policies and laws," he opined. Overall, there was a weary air of "the public expect this sort of thing so it's no big deal". That's alright then. No need to be angry. A small tut of disapproval ought to suffice. Then get back to mowing your lawn, bitching about a fat person on last night's TV singing contest or whatever it is that seems more important than the very obvious fact that you live in a gangster state no less corrupt than Putin's Russia.
Montgomerie brushed off the significance of the story. "I do very much doubt that donors can simply buy policies and laws," he opined. Overall, there was a weary air of "the public expect this sort of thing so it's no big deal". That's alright then. No need to be angry. A small tut of disapproval ought to suffice. Then get back to mowing your lawn, bitching about a fat person on last night's TV singing contest or whatever it is that seems more important than the very obvious fact that you live in a gangster state no less corrupt than Putin's Russia.
Balls to all that. The most astute summary and reaction comes from Mark McGowan, the Artist Taxi Driver:
Right. You can get back to creosoting your fence or painting your toenails or whatever now.
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