FROM THE DIPLOMATIC BAG. MESSAGE FOR DR CABLE.

It reeks more of mr verge's rank imaginings than mr edgar's normally sober observations but it is the latter, yesterday,  who prompted my vision of   coalitionees actual going rotten, hacking with blades at themselves and at each others septic limbs,  their rottenness made flesh. I thought I should share it with the old dancing queen, himself.   I am sure he won't give a flying pirhouette.

email to cablev@parliament.uk

from callmeishmael@live.co.uk

subject: BBC Radio Four PM Programme, 9th February 2011

Dear Minister

One  wonders how, daily, in your case, a man finds new ways in which to debase himself; your performance on yesterday's PM programme reveals that the depth to which humankind may sink in the pursuit of ambition is fathomless; one thought that former  prime minister Snot had sunk as deep as was possible, parading his unfortunate family and bleating of his bogus moral compass; your recent, pathetic conduct has, however,  revealed him to  have been merely  paddling in the shallows of  self-debasement.

This is how people speak of you:

........The cognitive dissonance in the minds of Cable, Clegg et al. must be of a mind-destroying magnitude. There is a fellow in the States who, while wandering in the wilderness, got caught in a landslide: his arm was trapped under a large boulder. After 6 days trapped, he cut off his own arm with a knife, not, he claims, to save his life - he thought he would die anyway - but because the stench of the decaying flesh so repelled him. It can't be long for Cable, now.

10 February 2011 00:22

You might salvage a shred, cling to a fibre of self respect by resigning swiftly and denouncing this gang of thieves, pimps and slags which you have joined  and fostered - people may yet forgive an elderly man his irrepressible vanity, his vulgar exhibitionism; making a fool of oneself on Cruelty TeeVee is one thing but pissing on the poor is another, and public opinion is not yet governed by  the TV critics of the Sun, although, thanks to you, it soon may be - or you can continue as you are and inhabit History's unforgiving manuscript as  a man utterly  estranged from  principle, unshamelable, foxtrotting on tne faces of the  weak  and the disabled, vandalising the libraries and withdrawing the wheelchairs, merely that he might be called minister - and an unprecedentedy  chastised, reduced and demoted minister, at that, humiliated by both his master and his master's master - more wet fart than nuclear option; resign or go - fearfully soon -  to your grave  derided, mocked and worthless, Greed's plaything, a sorry turn in a grisly circus. Pull yourself together, man, you're a national laughing stock.

Yours,
Ishmael Smith