As the ruckus over the Daily Mail’s crude and amateurish hatchet job on Mil The Younger refuses to die down, the Labour leader’s cause has been helped immeasurably by the actions of a number of fellow travellers on the right. Here, the stench of hypocrisy and lack of principle is all-pervading as those who rush to defend the legendarily foul mouthed Paul Dacre fall flat on their collective faces.
Paul Dacre's increased our poll lead by this much!
First to leap to defend the Mail’s editor was the deeply unsavoury Rod Liddle, writing in the Spectator, one of the few media outlets that is still prepared to give him houseroom. But Liddle, the man who seriously damaged the BBC by bringing one Andrew Gilligan to the Corporation, does not help the Mail cause one bit, as he indulges in tired stereotypes and false assumptions when discussing Marxism.
“When Miliband began his work, under the tutelage of the horrible Harold Laski, it was a potent threat to our way of life” he asserts. Only if you buy into Cold War paranoia, Rod. Meanwhile, over at the bear pit that is Telegraph blogs, Dan Hodges allows his hatred of Miliband to cause the red mist to descend: “If Ed Miliband wanted his father to be off limits, he should have kept quiet about him”.
Then he rows back a little, conceding that “I know from first-hand experience what it’s like to have members of your family attacked in the media. It’s horrible”. What he fails to grasp is that all the brickbats aimed at Glenda Jackson come from his new pals on the right. Those of us who admire politicians of independent mind also admire the candour of mums Like Wot He Has Got.
Then the biscuit was well and truly taken by the rabble at the Guido Fawkes blog, with the perpetually thirsty Paul Staines jeering “Labour HQ sending out a fundraising email on the back of the Daily Mail row. Boo hoo, isn’t the Mail horrible, can you donate a tenner?” – this from the man who reacts furiously to his own family being targeted: “F*** with me, and I f*** with you”. And f*** right off yerself.
And then Staines’s tame gofer, the flannelled fool Henry Cole, brought his advanced sense of paranoia to proceedings: “Labour are now data harvesting for the election on the back of this row. Read into that what you will”. Like he was data harvesting for his new masters in the Fourth Estate outside Steve Coogan’s house on Monday evening of last week. Except that was OK, wasn’t it, Hen?
With friends like this shower, Paul Dacre needs no enemies right now.