After the first full day of the Labour conference, the
assembled punditry may have disagreed on many things, but those at the Mail were sending out a message of rare
and clear unity: they are frightened crapless of the prospect of a majority
Labour Government, and clearly believe that prospect is real. This is, as so
often, not admitted directly, but by their assault on one favourite hate
figure.
Biased? What the f***'s it to you, c***?!?
And that figure, to no surprise at all, is shadow chancellor
“Auguste” Balls, who as any fule kno
is A Very Bad Person because, well, he’s combative, knows too much for his own
good (translation: more than the hacks), and also, and most crucially, Gordon
Brown. Yes, the worst thing about Balls is that he once advised Pa Broon. This
is a heinous and unforgiveable act.
So it is that the legendarily foul mouthed Paul Dacre has
ordered his motley rabble to perform a variety of hatchet jobs on Balls, headed
by the preposterously puffed-up Simon Heffer, who
is so incensed that the shadow chancellor is permitted to address
conference without his prior approval that he talks of the speech in terms of
its perceived degrees of offensiveness (this from a Marine le Pen fan).
The Hefferlump froths about borrowing during the Labour years,
but manages not to notice that the Rt Hon Gideon George Oliver Osborne, heir to
the Seventeenth Baronet, is managing to borrow an awful lot more than at any
time Balls was advising Pa Broon. Otherwise he sniffs at Balls’ “intellectual dishonesty” (which means he
doesn’t understand economics) and “hypocrisy”
(obligatory buzzword).
Heffer is
backed up by lame Tory spinner Nick Wood, another one who blames the
financial crisis solely on Pa Broon and those around him. He also asks if his
fellow Tories have “anyone who can take
[Balls] out”. Ordering a hit job, are
we? But even Dacre himself, the voice of “Daily
Mail Comment” is
getting in on the attack, asserting that two and a half years after the
event, it’s all his fault. Still.
And the attack is completed by the serially dishonest and
odiously righteous Quentin Letts (let’s not), who
is ready with a Mafia smear. Here was more guilt by association: yes, the
gestures at the podium meant that Balls was really Brown all over again. Not only
that, Quent had to suffer delegates using greetings such as “comrades” and people from Denton and
Reddish. Oh, high tirribly valgah!
There was “menace”!
And “splurging”! Balls sported a “harsh parting”! Mil the Younger somehow
became a “professor” (word in your
shell-like, Quent: the humour ain’t making it). There was naked ambition! Pow! Zap! Dull! As Sir Sean almost said, I think we
got the point. The formation freestyle Olympian ranting display by the Mail was intended to do down the shadow
chancellor. But it has revealed just one thing.
And that is that Dacre thinks Labour will win next time
round. And he’s frightened.
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