PMQs has become a monotonously unfolding pantomime of crude jokes, and repetitive rhetoric – is it mandatory to include the phrase ‘out of touch’ in every reference to the Prime Minister? Which focus group told them that? The snarling faces of the ‘children’ in the crowd hiss and boo at each other, the monotone dwarf in the Speaker’s chair reassures himself every ten minutes that he can shut someone up, if not his wife – and we learn absolutely nothing, except that we have contrived to avoid voting in sufficient numbers to allow the ‘posh boy’ recipients – on both sides of the house – of Politics, Philosophy and Economics degrees to continue living at taxpayers expense as they once did as students.
It would be more instructive if Leveson examined the relationship between politicians and voters rather than politicians and the media. I fondly remember the days when Harold Wilson addressed us, pipe in mouth, from his Downing Street desk; ditto Margaret Thatcher (without pipe). They might have been lying through their teeth, but at least they kept up a semblance of appearing to think that the voter was part of the process of government, that we did matter a tad.
I quite believe that Rupert Murdoch ‘has never asked a Prime Minister for anything’. He didn’t need to. He didn’t need to be a ‘Machiavellian monster’. All he had to do was sit still and wait for them to come begging, crawling, whining, to his feet. Our politicians have long since abdicated responsibility for appealing to the voters to the media, so much cheaper than printing leaflets – let the voter pay for his propaganda! Murdoch owned the largest newspaper business – of course they fell over themselves to be in his good books, all of them, every last miserable one of them. They reaped their reward; as newspaper sales declined, so did voting numbers.
They are a complete irrelevance now, they gave their power away to Brussels. We have even less connection with the politicians in Brussels, can scarcely pronounce the names of most of them. Britons ‘never, never shall be slaves’ – what one earth do you think we are now? Rather than congratulate ourselves on having landed that £24,000 a year job, we would be better admitting that we have a £12,000 a year job. Near enough 50%, to make no difference to the argument, of what we work for, is funnelled through a variety of undeserving causes to those in power to fritter away as the whim takes them.
I was reminded this morning of the tale of Asino, the blogging donkey. €7 million Euros those ass-holes spent on Asino. Sending it round Europe with an 0h-so-green solar panel strapped to its back, blogging its way through €7 million Euros that we worked for. Yes, that last link is to a New Zealand horsey site – for apart from a sole British blogger, congratulations Donald Clark, I can find no British blogger who was even remotely interested in this ridiculous waste of our money. The British are so concentrated on ‘getting out of Europe’ that no one is watching to see what is happening in Europe. Including myself. And I live in Europe.
Given that the pantomime dames in the House of Commons are utterly and deservingly irrelevant, starting today, I shall be concentrating more heavily on our European Masters, particularly the British ones. It won’t be dry and dusty, full of EU acronyms and unreadable reference numbers. It will be the same attention to detail and piss taking that we are used to applying to Gordon Brown and his ilk. I want to bring European politics alive and make them readable – others can concentrate on ‘getting us out of Europe’, I shall be concentrating on which murky hole the real power is throwing our money down…
Now, who is my MEP? I do believe it is Philip Bradbourn MEP – one of the iniquities of European voting, is that although I have lost my vote for a national parliament in both the UK and France, my MEP in my last residence in Britain retains responsibility for me. So lets be having you, Philip my lad, out that dusty closet in Brussels, lets see what you are made of…