Nearly time to buy that ticket to New Zealand?
So, it was with trepidation that I read this, buried in an Observer story about Alan Johnson twisting over faith schools:
Hazel Blears, the party chairwoman who is loyal to Blair, is now expected to enter the deputy race [...] Blears is said to be confident she can get the 44 nominations required.
I used to regard Blears as little more than an irritating little sideshow given to flights of fancy and speaking without engaging her brain.
Having watched her for the last few months, however, it’s apparent that she has a expertly wired propagandist’s mind and the dangerous ability to argue black is white (all together now: You see, that’s the beauty of propaganda - it has no internal logic or integrity to violate).
At the moment Blears’ job is trying to right a listing Labour Party. It’s a bit like basket-weaving in a mental institution - while she’s doing that she’s not hurting herself or anybody else. Imagine the damage she might be capable of if she were given a proper job.
We don’t let teenage boys drink whiskey or drive cars. Shouldn’t a similar principle be applied to Hazel Blears and her ambitions?
Posted on November 1st, 2006 at 11:23 am
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Oh fuck, here we go for the negative excellence ticket. John “See you Jimmy Ah’m goan put the heid on ya bass” Reid and the Swastika Bitch herself. I’m tempted to get extremely drunk.
Well, I said Reid was the one to watch and you said it was Blears. Looks like we were both right.
Ah, Blears, my old love. The wonderful thing about climbing to the top of the mast of SS New Labour is that when it capsizes you’ll be the furthest under water. Iceberg Ahoy.
Oh dear God, please no. I HATE Hazel Blears.
Imagine the damage she might be capable of if she were given a proper job
You mean you want us to imagine the damage she might do in a proper job like John Prescott’s? Is this some sort of Zen meditation?