So Ed Moribund begins his campaign to be burgermeister:
Some are jumping up in the air--say "We're drowning in a torrent of blood!"
Others going down on their knees, seen a saviour coming out of the mud
Oh Mother! It's eating out my soul
Destroying law and order, I'm gonna lose control
What can I do to stop this plague, spread by sight alone
Just a glimpse and then a quiver, then they shiver to the bone
Ah, look at them go!
Labour have chosen a new leader after a process of such length and dullness that it brings to mind Paul Neil Milne Johnstone . Indeed there were moments when I feared that the body politic would revolt simply to see an end to the interminable boredom of this leadership campaign.
Now all the pundits are rolling out their assessment of Ed’s prospects – how the unions put him there and will demand a price, how the rejected Dave Moribund will become some kind of king over the water for Blairites and how there are little skips of joy and pleasure at ‘Red Ed’ getting the job at Conservative Central Office.
And Ed starts in the manner he’s conducted his campaign – with a wholly disingenuous victory speech and a cynical appeal to the electorate. All wrapped up in a wholly content-free presentation. I fear – and he has some competition – that Ed Moribund could become the most vacuous, dissembling political leader since Harold Wilson lied his way to the top.
So we have another elitist, self-serving, carpetbagger at the top of politics. Another man born with the right spoon in his gob (albeit in this case a very socialist spoon). Another man who while mouthing words like ‘community’, ‘middle-class’, ‘poverty’ and ‘hard work’ has no understanding or empathy with what they really mean. Another product of London’s metropolitan nomenklatura – effortless sliding from school, to university, to sinecure, to safe seat.
And that’s what is wrong with our politics.