(Klegg joke)
It's gone. I'm pretty sure it's gone, the comfort
zone. That seems to be the mood. Hence the outrage. Yes, I said "mood".
Is my political judgment too superficial? I don't know. But if I
attached no importance at all to the superficial, I couldn't be an actor
or a writer. Heavens, how would my conscience stand for it? I'd be a
doctor instead. I'd make bread or chairs, or, Christ, yes of course,
work in politics, even if I was useless at it... rather than make things
that serve no material purpose, things as superficial as Obama's "Yes
we can" or the broadcast of Brown's "bigoted old woman" or even (NEVER
FORGET!) Cameron's decision to cycle into work while having a spare
shirt chauffeured in behind him. But I make these superficial things,
have no qualms about making them rather than healing or feeding people
because you know, I suppose I believe that in a society where people
have the right to communicate with each other, how they communicate is
actually important, and should be taken care of. I must believe that.
And
believing that, I can't help but consider the "superficial" aspects of
this new deal, and in so considering conclude that the National Security
Council's biggest gaff thus far has been simply turning up...
I mean, LOOK at all these English whitemen. Does Clegg look out of
place? I think he does actually. He's the only one who's achieved
anything. An entirely superficial judgment I know, but one I never
thought I'd be saying a month ago. Who would have thought Clegg's
woodeness when working to a script belied a such a gob-smacking hidden
talent for political improvisation? He's like Eddie Izzard, on both
counts. Did you see how comfortably he reacted to that journalist who
brought up Cameron's description of him as bad political joke (in a bad
political joke?)? And did you see Cameron shit himself when he walked:
"Hahaha, come back. Haha..."? In spite of all the work Cameron's put in
he's actually feeble in his command of the superficial (symptomatic of
what we in the making-shit-up industry call "lacking vision".) Having
Clegg stand next to him doesn't make him look good at all. And standing
next to Cameron is now Clegg's job.
Actually okay, I've just watched it over again
and what really strikes me now about this clip is how Cameron isn't
working from a script either. He can't. The BBC meanwhile, who still
are, just look like jerks now (John Finnemore's good on this).
And if you're spitting tacks at Clegg for seeking a coalition with the
party that got the most votes, then you confuse me because that's
exactly what he said he'd do, isn't it? Which is why I voted Labour.
If you voted Libdem, surely this is what you voted for. And good for
you! We're all out of our Comfort Zone now. Hopefully. Even those
forty-something English whitemen taking us over. And Christ, we should
have left it long ago, certainly by the time David Kelly slit his
wrists. We should never have let the Comfort Zone consolidate itself
into a place where who you feared or hated were the only credentials
that meant anything (apart from, I suppose, your favourite X factor
judge), never have let it take our Government - OUR Government - into
unchallenged recession, war, the state-sponsored teaching of creationism
and the unpunished killing of innocent bystanders by police. Oh and this.
So fuck the good guys. Where there's death there's hope, and we had to
say goodbye to that. I have no idea how this will pan out, or who will
suffer, but I do know two things: A) Every face that made me smile when
Labour won in '97 has long since been forced to resign or died or been
forced to resign, then died. And B) Come PMQs it would be very cool (on
an entirely superficial level of course) to see Diane Abbott at the
dispatch box.
Oh this is very funny though:
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