Gordon Brown: a retrospective
A short history of moral compromises…
Thatcher
Musharraf
Abdullah
Gaddafi
Kissinger
Hewson
It’s to be accepted and expected that, in an age of so-called realpolitik (the euphemism we use when politicians set aside their morality), Brown has to lick the claws of monsters in the name of arms sales and securing the future career prospects of his cabinet colleagues. But how desperate for admiration does someone have to be to take a lump of glass from Henry Kissinger?
(The Case Against Henry Kissinger part one and part two.)
Update: Alastair Campbell thinks getting a glass bird from Henry ‘illegal bombing‘ Kissinger is something to crow about. Birds of a feather, I suppose…
Update updated: Speaking on BBC Five Live this afternoon Gordon Brown said he wouldn’t shake hands with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. There’s clearly a complex and subtle calculation that Brown performs before he sticks out his paw. BAE plus BP times the number of potential directorships available divided by the number of New Labour cabinet ministers and special advisers, perhaps. In the case of Ahmadinejad the numbers come up short.
Posted on September 23rd, 2009 at 8:56am under Brown
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Put Gordons hands in boiling acid for an hour and they still wouldn’t be clean after pressing the flesh with that lot.
Actually, by the look on Thatchers face, I reckon Brown’s giving her hand a good ol’ squeeze. Just to let her know, he’s in charge now.
He was doing so well until the last picture.
It’s a painful retrospective.
Hitch’s writing has gone downhill in the last few years, hasn’t it?
Gordon Brown spreads his wings as I spread my legs
This is the song “Gordon Brown be my Angel”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCEWhEuhRoo
Gordon Brown! Gordon Brown!
Will you be my angel?
Guardian angel is what I meant
Will you rescue my soul?
For you are in charge
Of these people I wrote to
Stephen Timms, Jack Straw
Let me place my trust in you
Gordon Brown! MP’s!
Let me sing out loud
For what you do, for my country
For my reproductive system
You right wrongs! My right’s been wronged
I am desperate for you
Not just you! There’s Jon Herring
I’m a violated woman
Gordon Brown, help me sleep!
Help me sleep like a baby
Will my babies ever come out?
Maternal desires!
I lost my womanhood
In a sinister curse
Gordon Brown! Bring it back!
You are perfect for that!
“Eva Jo Frogster”