And so it came to pass that Sun hack and occasional TV talking head Jane Moore turned her attention to the matter of Watson and the late Leon Brittan, framing the argument as if the MP were some naughty boy making excuses to his Mum and so not really saying sorry, which by the most fortunate of coincidences, the right-leaning press has decided he should do. But it does not take long for her argument to fall apart.
Let’s take this nice and slowly: Watson has not made any accusations, but has passed on others’ allegations to the CPS. So Ms Moore is wrong there. Then comes the more substantial whopper, her claim that “the Police found no evidence”. We do not know what evidence they found, as this matter is still, as far as is known, under investigation. The charge of which Brittan was declared innocent was not that one.
When Murdoch fails with his pop guns he brings on his water pistols.
Moore is even less.
What a bought-and-paid-for neocon no mark.
Creepy Rupert must have his head at the bottom of the barrel. More proof - if it was needed - that the tentative return of decency to the Labour Party has him and his Nazi hacks soiling their boxies. Or, in Moore's case, her pants.
The more this kind of thing goes on, the more absurd Rupert's Nazis look.
And New Labour. Yesterday McTernan resurfaced with his special brand of traitorous hatred. Bring 'em on, I say, bring 'em on. Get right in their face and watch them run squealing for the Murdoch shilling and tory patronage. Which is where they belong. Decent people can do without them.
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