The word has gone out from the legendarily foul mouthed
editor of the Daily Mail to his
obedient hacks: political reality requires redefinition. The method is to
exhume the tired canard about Labour engaging in “class war”, despite their being the ones at present keeping out of
that argument. But Dacre’s dutiful “parliamentary
sketchwriter” Quentin Letts (let’s not) has gone over the top in support.
Harry Potter and the Gobshite of Arslikhan
“Ditch
the class war Ed, the real aliens in British politics are red not blue”
whines Letts at the start of his turgid rant, telling anyone who will listen
that Labour, and particularly Mil The Younger, are calling Young Dave and the
Rt Hon Gideon George Oliver Osborne, heir to the seventeenth Baronet, “toffs”. They are? Well, no they aren’t,
but some of them are calling them “Martians”.
Really? No, not really: Ken Livingstone – for whom Letts
reserves a special helping of bile – has unveiled a poster depicting Cameron
and Osborne, along with occasional London Mayor Alexander Boris de Pfeffel
Johnson, as aliens with blue faces. Letts has himself translated this as “Martians” and then said that a big
Labour boy did the translation and ran away.
And Quent is serious about how jolly rotten this poster is. “Is the Labour Party serious about saving
this country from the disasters it helped create? Or it is just good at the
character assassination stuff?” which is real brass neck. Letts is all
about character assassination, admitting “You
may have noticed that I am not always polite about our beloved tribunes”,
which is understatement personified.
“Not always polite”
is putting it very mildly indeed. Letts, Zelo Street regulars will know, is
the one who called Sally Bercow a “scuttle-jawed
doxy” (“doxy” is Old English
slang for “prostitute”) after calling
her a “spouse of ill repute” and a “slapper”. Not always polite? Gratuitous,
misogynist, defamatory, sexist and downright abusive, more like. And still full
of crap.
This is, after all, the hack who thought
there was an English Parliament (wrong), couldn’t
be arsed doing five minutes’ research before ranting about why many motorway
service areas are in public ownership, dutifully
made up a malicious story about former Coronation Street star Pat Phoenix
just to kick Cherie Blair, and invented
a characterisation for Lib Dem MP Lynne Featherstone.
So when this obnoxious toady scatterguns politicians he
doesn’t like with abuse in order to try and talk up Young Dave and his fellow
jolly good chaps, readers need to bear in mind that the bringer of this
alternate reality is standing in the draughtiest of glasshouses, and is
actually more desperate than any of those he characterises, such is his
willingness to jump through Dacre’s hoops for more cash.
And he has the gall to suggest others are prostitutes? Pull the other one.
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