Tony Blair: Gordon Brown tried to blackmail me.
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We have always maintained in Ishmaelia and formerly in stanislavia, that the rancid cement in the Gang of Four, the mutual adhesion which made Peter, the Lord Crabs, actually unsackable - he was, after all, just moved around - made Brown unsackable and the dipso, Campbell, able to operate outside all normal bounds, like a porno-scribbling Rasputin and which made Blair able to do all those Blair things, without restraint - cash for honours, Mittal; that horrid little fucker, Ecclestone; the public humiliation of Imelda; the Whoops! shredding of the expenses, the invasions - was due to a Mutually Assured Destruction scenario, in which each had the dirt - either the same dirt or different dirts - on the others.
Step back from Blair's glib nonsense, here, in his booky-wooky, about the Cash for Honours episode and question why an election-winning machine, like Blair & Co, not only could not, in ten years, sack or even move the Chancellor and was forced from office by the Chancellor but why his own allies were powerless to even hint publicly at Brown's madness but instead effectively ensured a shoo-in for the Snotman, a succession, unopposed.
Even by the dismal standards of Westminster the doings of the Gang of Four - all, despite what would be deemed serious criminality in normal folk, as yet unpunished - stink to high heaven.
It simply must follow that were any of them to speak the Big Truth - and not this soap opera shit which Blair is peddling - then things would unravel for all of them. Their Axioms of Evil, NewLabour, sucking Money's cock, the abandonment of Clause Four, easily predate the highly dubious matter of the Dunblane Massacre, so it's not that, ot not just that.
Many insist that Uncle Sam's spooks, maybe thanks to Rupert Murdoch, or thanks to Old Bill, have lots of dirt on ALL UK politicians; Rupert does seem to have unfettered access to Downing Street, whoever lives there, and Blair, viewed objectively, does seem to have been more that customarily obliging to the cousins' needs, no previous prime minister has so kow-towed to the Merkin Imperium, none of them have placed the wishes of a rogue and questionably legitimate US President above the national opinion and that of the rest of Europe - barring the little Dago with the moustache - no prime minister has leaned so heavily on the Attorney General as did Blair on his mate, Goldsmith, bluster as the worthless piece of shit does now, of his independence and integrity; no prime minister has stooped so low as to steal an exam paper from the Internet and pass it off as bona fide military intelligence. Was Blair being blackmailed not only in number ten but from Langley, too, fucked at home, domestically and abroad, internationally, powerless to act decently, even though his own daughter was driven to attempted suicide by his personal rottenness? Is it the much mooted tale of Blair cottaging; is it the equally heavily rumoured stories of Brown's homosexuality at university, is there some dire menage a trois with the repulsive Mandelson, has Campbell some dark alcoholic's secret?
If the cassuss bellus was so incontovertibly made, why was Brown silent, on the sidelines, missing, in fact? And why wasn't he at least demoted for his lack of loyalty, his failure to hymn the New Crusade? Equally, if, as he must, he knew it was all bollocks, why did he not speak up? Blair would have fallen and Brown been lionised. Why didn't Brown and Balls pounce, what restrained the Great Humanitarian? Are millions dead, homeless, maimed, refugee because the British government, the Blair Project, was not just wrong, stupid and incompetent but rotten through and through, its heart made sclerotic by blackmail and deceit ?*
What on Earth was behind Snotty making Mandy joint prime minister in the dying days? Why did he recruit, at the eleventh hour, to be his saviour, the man who had been his betrayer, who had unrequited him to the Nth. degree, tantalised him with promises of support, whilst whispering the sweeter in Blair's jug ear, dashing his dreams of dominion and plunging him into a lifelong, phone-flinging, nail-biting, seat-stabbing, snot-eating rage? This is eat-your-own-shit, climbing-the-walls, howling-at-the-moon certifiable madness; what powers, what stresses, what frightful secrets ignite such behaviours? Whatever they are, they have made the quartet, all of them, quite visibly, if one just steps back and looks objectively, stark, raving mad, as though they have blackmailed their own sanity to the point where it has nothing left to give them. Serves them right.
*Some claim that Bush and Cheney would have invaded Iraq, regardless of UK involvement, and they probably would; if that is the case, though,why was Bush so desperate to have Britain onside? The answer lies not in our military contribution which was minimal, compared to Uncle Sam's, but in the legitmacy which we provided, enabling Dubya to claim that his bloodthirtsy, marauding banditry was actually a benign, globalised intervention, a Coalition of the Willing. Whether Bush would have gone without Blair poodling us, exchanging British bodies for his and Imelda's pension, is something we shall never know for certain.
The No-Longer-NewLabour leadership candidates, above, must know some of the answers. Milliband major was close to Blair, Balls to Brown,; Abbott promotes her embarrassing TeeVee career on the basis that she knows shit, has her ear to the ground but couldn't possibly comment, Andrew.
Is no-one in the press or in the party going to ask these chumps just what exactly the fuck was going on with the Gang of Four, are none of them to volunteer an opinion, an apology for their failure to expose a canker, lance a boil, grasp a nettle, there must be any number of metaphors to describe an entire parliamentary party unwilling to shine a light in a dark corner, roll back the stone, draw back the veil.
The Blair-Brown years disfigure that part of my life, my consciousness, which really wants to believe that there is Decency in public life. Mr TDG chides me, ever, that there is not and nor should we expect there to be; he is wiser than I and maybe he's right but I know, merely from the reactions to stanislav's diatribes, that this episode has similarly distressed many, many others, way down inside.
Each, successive grotesquery obliterating its predecessors, as they did, we found ourselves in the wilderness of mirrors, credulous and incredulous, smoking guns, silver bullets, retaliations-in-first, full-and-far-reaching cover-ups, strenuous denials, the whole grimy business Em-cee'd by the likes of the self-fellating Nick Robinson and Michael Kneepads White, Toilets Maguire and Polly Mascara, bless her, grown exile-rich, championing the poor. skymadeupnewsandfilth - committed, via it's owner, Rupe, to NewLabour - presented each new outrage as a separate news story, rather than the continuum of corruption which it was - MoneyCrime, HateCrime, EarthCrime, ChildCrime, RaceCrime,WarCrime - or HoonCrime - nothing was outside NewLabour's growing criminal expertise; no-one, no-one in this current unBeauty Contest raised a whimper of protest. The Labour people of Hartlepool and Sedgefield and Kirkcaldy returned Mandy and Tony and Snotty, time and again. Thes people will just be hoping for a quick decision and forget the last fifteen years, quick. Others, constitutionally, intuitively, sentimentally, by art and culture and birth an experience formerly of the left, like myself and mr ptb, will remain horrified by the apparent continuation of the entire epoch, of Blair the Warmonger lavishly rewarded, of Field Marshal Snot punished only by loss of office, of Mandelstein mincing around, rich with pensions and fixer's fees and of the depressive dipso, flattered and stipended by a slatternly media. Thieves and mass murderers, courted, made heroic, their would-be successors yet in thrall, perhaps the new blackmailees.
This ghastly quintet, surely the least suitable of all Labour's parliamentary cabal, speaks constantly of good and openness, they eschew Snotty's trans-pair-ency and sol-you-shuns and Vaahl-ewes, but their aspirational, inclusive, socially mobile, shared vernacular is larded with promises of paradise, of good, of honesty; simultaneously they wish to draw a discreet curtain over the Blair-Brown-Campbell- Mandelstein atrocity, to, Palinesque, refudiate it, make it go away, without ever offering us a word of explanation, almost as if it never happened.
They are a shower of impudent bastards, united in their contempt for their party, for the nation. In their conspiracy of silence - Abbott's sotto voce, Well she knew, but she could not say; Milliband's Let's move forward, away from my cowardice, my complicity, my treason; Balls's, I told 'em, but they wouldn't listen and Bubbles's You can trust me, I'm from Up North - they invite us to join them, anew, in turning a blind eye to the most wretchedly criminal gang ever to occupy Downing Street, invite us to blackmail ourselves.
Until somebody in Labour 'fesses-up to who was blackmailing whom and about what there will be no Opposition worthy of the name; nobody, after all, pays any attention to what we say here.