There is a very thin dividing line between loyalty and
crawling, and veering across it in no style at all yesterday were the
perpetually thirsty Paul Staines and his obedient rabble at the Guido Fawkes
blog, in what may at first appear a routine piece of knocking copy aimed at
Labour MP Tom Watson, but is in reality a shameless exercise in sucking up to
their new boss.
You want more for that column? Jump a bit higher, Poms!
“Hipster
Watson Makes Friends Down Under” jeered the Fawkes folks, while
recycling an article from The Australian
(prop: guess who) which was, to no surprise at all, slanted to paint Watson’s
visit to Oz in the worst possible light, not that this has anything to do with
the MP having co-authored a book exposing the Murdoch empire’s less than
ethical behaviour, oh no.
“Mr Watson, in
Australia as a self-appointed policeman of election coverage, was caught by
surprise when he appeared on Melbourne ABC Radio with mornings host Jon Faine
yesterday” tells
Murdoch lackey Christian Kerr, while not managing to mention that the only
surprise was that The Australian had
sent a photographer to pursue the Member for West Bromwich East.
This, of course, is the kind of behaviour that, had it been
used on the Fawkes rabble’s favourite Tory MP (yes, it’s her again) Nadine Dorries, would have had them howling “Stalker!” in short order. “He kept darting about trying to avoid The
Australian’s photographer Stuart McEvoy”
whine the Murdoch hacks, while glossing over their crude attempt at harassment.
All that remained was for Rupe’s down under troops to spray
around a few insults – accusing Watson of being overweight and vain, an area
where more than one of the Fawkes folks would be skating on very thin ice – and
there was the complete hatchet job. All that remained for The Great Guido to do
was to recycle it, and add a suitably derogatory comment from a partisan
talking head.
Who might that be? Well, how about Mark Textor, business
partner of good old Lynt, of whom we have already heard? Textor was
directly abusive, as befits the level of subtlety inherent in the campaign modus operandi of Himself and Croz: this
was then eagerly relayed by the Fawkes rabble as the words of an “Impartial observer”. That’s impartial,
as in not really impartial at all.
All of which adds up to another shameless display of
grovelling at the feet of Uncle Rupe: after all, if the Fawkes folks want to
retain that lucrative column in the Sunday edition of the Sun, they need not only to jump when their new master tells them
to, but also ask “how high?” as well.
What a bunch of crawlers. Another fine mess, once again.
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