Monday, April 19, 2004

School of old men and firm handshakes

Today I have been mostly drinking beer. Which, I suppose, is not unusual, in and of itself. Hardly worth noting, really.
Some worries though. It does seem to me that our elected Prime Minister is congenitally incapable of telling the truth. Why is this? If he were strapped down to a chair and asked "Is your name Mr Tony Blair?" Would he deny it? If he finally confessed, would his head explode, owing to the effort of expressing verisimilitude? These are important questions. I ask because he, and his "dittoheads" (to borrow the preferred name of another group of mindless acolytes of a right-wing nutter who has difficulties with the truth) seem to be very fond of telling people something along the lines of "The choice isn't between the Labour party now and the Labour party of your dreams, it's between a Tory government lead by Michael Howard and a Tory government lead by Mr Tony Blair". Or words to that effect, anyway. Which neglects to mention all the other parties you could vote for in an election. The Liberals, the Greens, not to mention whatever half-arsed Trots are running - all worth a vote more than the current government.
This is democracy, or so we're lead to believe. We can vote for who we like. At least until that nice Mr Blair bans it.
Today's music: The Pixies - "Bossanova" and "Trompe Le Monde" (yes, I've got a ticket for the Brixton Academy. Ha!), Dylan's John Wesley Harding and Jeff Lewis' "It's the one's who've cracked that the light shines through".
Hmmm. And my comment feature seems to not work. I'll look into that.

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