As our fighter-bomber dipped into another howling attack run over Baghdad, delivering another payload of white hot death to the city’s children, I turned to my co-pilot and said, ‘you know, I worry corrosive cynicism, fuelled by politically nihilistic blogs and a retreat from dispassionate reporting, is endangering British political discourse.’
‘Sod that,’ screamed Tim Ireland over the rising note of the engines as he tried to pull us out the steep dive, ‘I’ve got a million pounds from Bernie Ecclestone in the bank and a dinner date with Rupert Murdoch tonight. Jesus, I wish I hadn’t written that dodgy dossier. I DON’T WANNA DIE!’.
Back at base we agreed to give up blogging for the good of the country. It had led us to the edge of disaster and ruin. It was the only way to save the nation.
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Hazel Blears really does talk the most unbelievably dishonest and self-serving bollocks, doesn’t she?
Until political blogging ‘adds value’ to our political culture, by allowing new voices, ideas and legitimate protest and challenge, and until the mainstream media reports politics in a calmer, more responsible manner, it will continue to fuel a culture of cynicism and despair.
Ahem. Allow me.
Until politics ‘adds value’ to our political culture, by allowing new voices, ideas and legitimate protest and challenge, and until the politicians report politics in a calmer, more responsible manner, it will continue to fuel a culture of cynicism and despair.
Hmmmm. The communities secretary continues…
She will say that if voting trends were to continue as at present: “We will see a politics which increasingly speaks with a middle-class, middle England accent, and the people with the most to gain from democratic politics – the poorest and most vulnerable – being the ones least likely to be involved in it.”
Damn bloggers for their disenfranchisement of the poor and their relentless courting of the middle classes for political gain. Damn them all to hell.