Sunday, April 12, 2009

The Daley (Sort of) Dozen: Sunday

1. Gimpy thinks that Derek Draper is unfit to practise psychotherapy.
2. Kevin Maguire leaves his million pound pad to slum it up north and prepares to replace Damian McBride.
3. Michael White gives his (very readable) take on the McBride resignation and the blogosphere.
4. Kerron Cross says he told you so.
5. Bryan Appleyard feels the need to wash his hands.
6. Alastair Campbell on the McBride affair.
7. Graeme Archer in praise of Guido Fawkes.
8. Sunny Hundal says what most lefty bloggers are thinking with regard to Derek Draper.
9. Donal Blaney gives Derek Draper two options. One involves a revolver.
10. English Eclectic wonders whether LabourList is fit for purpose.
11. Norfolk Coast gives me a reality check.
12. SNP Tactical Voting has a long post on the state of the UK blogosphere.
13. New Direction defends his role at LabourList.
14. Skipper thinks 11 April should be regarded as B Day - the day the blogosphere counted.
15. Tameside Mafia wonders why James Purnell charges the taxpayer £400 a month for food.


Irfan Ahmed said...

Something you could have used in the Daily Dozen but guess what you didn't!

Wrinkled Weasel said...

Way back in February, I posted this:

I remember the last days of US President Richard Nixon. His face was wracked with agony and ravaged by his ignominious descent into moral decay. To me, he was Dorian Gray without the benefit of a painting in the attic.

Nixon, however, had some mitigating traits as a leader. His inaugural speech was monolithic.

During it he uttered these words:

We have found ourselves rich in goods, but ragged in spirit; reaching with magnificent precision for the moon, but falling into raucous discord on earth.
We are caught in war, wanting peace. We are torn by division, wanting unity. We see around us empty lives, wanting fulfillment. We see tasks that need doing, waiting for hands to do them.
To a crisis of the spirit, we need an answer of the spirit.
To find that answer, we need only look within ourselves.

Gordon Brown showed no such idealism in his first days. Indeed if he heeded these words things might have been different. But he started low and went lower. He is a haunted man, his visage scarred with unbeautiful obsessions. As Oscar Wilde wrote of the eponymous hero:

"The consciousness of being hunted, snared, tracked down, had begun to dominate him" (The Picture of Dorian Gray)

Here is a portrait of a man in decay, a moribund leader who is about to implode. Does it remind you of anyone?

Irfan Ahmed said...

The link for the first comment phrase

Weygand said...

How thick is Kevin Maguire?

The Labour Party is rushing out messages that the McBride fiasco is beneath contempt but nothing to do with Labour values, while Mad Dog finishes his blog with a remark aimed at giving one of the scurrilous stories extra legs.

Perhaps he was tired and emotional when he wrote it - I'm sure Gordon Brown will be at least emotional if Cameron cites Mad Dog as a good reason why a personal apology from the PM is needed to bring his scumbags into line.

wild said...

Brian Appleyard asserts that:

"The Brown regime is decadent and depraved..It will take British politics a generation to haul itself out of this quagmire."

Anybody with any sense had low expectations of a Labour government, but this lot have set a new low.

They manage to be both authoritarian and incompetent, peachy and corrupt.

If they thought they could get away with it they would abolish multi-party politics. They are totalitarian to their fingertips, and morally corrupt to the bone.

If you are going to vote Labour at the next election I truly despise you.

Simon Gardner said...

“Skipper thinks 11 April should be regarded as B Day - the day the blogosphere counted.”

Er wasn’t that the breaking of the Monica Lewinsky business by Drudge?

Dixie said...

McBride was employed and paid by us, the UK Taxpayer. i think in exactly the same way fred the Shred is expected to return his pension pot, McBride needs to repay his last years salary. We didn't pay him to sit and dream up nasty rumours.