Sunday, 7 February 2010
It seems Labour have decided on their next campaign song. Appropriate choice of lyrics, at least. OldRightie already had an unbeatable photo so this was the best I could get.
There has been much blubbering lately from those we are supposed to look up to and respect. Ed the Ball has blubbered about his stammer, the Brown Gorgon and Spinmeister General Campbell have blubbered on TV and even the Church of Climatology has cottoned on to the public sympathy angle.
Yes indeed. Phil Jones, High Priest of Climatology, says he considered suicide. We are to share his horror at the death threats he has received from all over the world. Now, I don't do death threats and I don't agree with them at all. They are just silly. Yet I can have no sympathy for a man who has consistently threatened the entire population of the planet with death unless they do as he says. Whose threats have been shown to be based on some seriously dodgy data. That karma stuff, it's a real bitch sometimes, eh, Phil?
And life isn't improving for the Climatologists (copyright Bishop Hill) either. The Tories are moving towards an 'Oh no it isn't' stance just in time for voting day.
Spare a tear (of laughter) also for RK Patchycooly, whose drones have turned on him. How much proxy guilt are we expected to carry for these people? My total is 'none' and it will stay that way.
This is Britain. Inhabited by the British. A people who are very uncomfortable indeed with public displays of emotion and who, until recently, were brought up with the certainty that men don't cry in public. Men who cry are weak. We can't forget it. It's in our genes (even in my mongrel ones). Labour tried to change that. They tried to make us into passionate, volatile Continental types. For some, it has worked, but when they see their leaders crying and blubbering and whining about their problems, that genetic heritage will come back to the surface.
This is Britain. We don't respect you if you cower and cry. We don't want to know how you feel about anything at all. We are not remotely interested in your emotions and we don't understand them if you show them. We get edgy if you even stand too close. This is the country where Asperger's is normal. Here, you'd need to be well advanced along the autism spectrum before we'd even notice. And when we do notice, we won't worry about it.
We want leaders who will rage and fight against anything life throws at them. We want leaders who can stand up and say "Yes, I had a problem. I dealt with it. Forget it, it's not your business." We do not want to be run by a bunch of girlie men who blubber their way through life. That just won't work here. Any public emotional display makes us uncomfortable and we don't like to be uncomfortable. It's worse than vomiting at your host's dining table and it gets much the same reaction.
I hope blubbering is Labour's master plan for the election. I really, really hope it is.
I'm looking forward to the election. It's going to be top quality entertainment.
(Update - forgot to mention Weepy Jim Devine. The saying was 'Pigs might fly', Labour. Not 'cry').
Posted by Leg-iron at 19:57