Someone still loves you, Gordon
James Macintyre, of that august journal, is clearly one of the remaining people in Britain - fuck that, in the Universe - who thinks that Gordo' and NuLab are A Good Thing, and that the rest of us need to be told that, repeatedly and regularly.
He's had his work cut out in the last 24 hours, has James. After yesterday's slight campaign hiccup, #BigotGate. he's been posting on his little Staggers blog like a man possessed.
As the story broke, just a few hours ago, he lead the charge to cover for Gordo, blaming Mrs Duffy:
".. voters in the street should not harangue him in a rude way: it is too much like bear-baiting, and Brown is, after all, only human."
Shortly afterwards, following the oh-my-god-he's-made-it-even-worse radio interview, Macintyre continued the feeble justifications:
"He admitted he found the woman's views on immigration "annoying", which at least shows passion".
A short time after this, with the story now all over the media, Macintyre posted again, more in hope than certainty:
"Brown’s opponents will go wild over “bigot-gate”. Yet there may be a backlash"
A backlash, you fucking cretin? Against whom? Against Mrs Duffy for daring to disagree? Against the media, for having the cheek to report Broon's words verbatim?
Later in the afternoon, like some never-stopping left-wing Duracell Bunny, he was at it again:
"my prediction remains that -- just as with past attempts by the Sun and the Observer to portray Brown as a bully -- it won't really "cut through". It may -- just possibly -- not be too late for Brown to .. benefit from a counter-wave of sympathy"
Yeah, right. We all love a man who slags off old ladies behind their back, don't we Jimmy?
James, worn out by his efforts, then had an early night. Or at least, there were no more posts from him. But sure enough, come this morning, he was at it again.
His first post was clearly pre-written before #bigotgate kicked off as it makes no mention, instead focussing on the urgent need for us all to vote Labour (and not, under any circumstances, vote Lib Dem), regardless of the gurning lunatic at the helm. Lazily quoting Labour spin-monkey Alexander Douglas, he writes:
"This contest is a moment of great peril and great possibility for progressives. I know that there are voters .. who are angry about Iraq, anxious on Afghanistan and concerned about civil liberties. But I also know that they would be horrified if they woke up on 7 May and realised that their vote for the Lib Dems contributed to Cameron standing on the steps of 10 Downing Street"
Wonder if Mrs Duffy thinks that way?
With his pre-written post delivered, Macintyre was clearly itching to get back to defending his hero. So much so, that he even 'umbly suggested some soundbites that McDoom might wish to use in tonight's debate:
"Yesterday, I made a bad mistake. After hours of campaigning on the road, and after misunderstanding some perfectly innocent remarks, I allowed my frustrations to get the better of me in the privacy of my car. .. I only blame myself. Why? Because I betrayed myself. .."
"in the past twenty four hours, I have learned something about myself.. And in turn, I have promised myself and I promise you now: I will always strive to improve. .. I live to serve: to get up early every morning and fight hard for British values, and not go to bed until the day's fighting has been done. "
Fucking hell; pass the sick bag, Alice. We can only guess what Gordon might call you if he actually read that farrago of bullshit, James, but it wouldn't be pretty.
And then, after he'd had his lunch, James couldn't resist going back for one more kiss of the son-of-the-Manse's arse. Yes: he posted, for the sixth fucking time in two days, on the same subject. Once again, he's pushing that this doesn't really matter at all:
"..the growing consensus that Brown's "bigot-gate" is a storm in a tea-cup .. It does indeed appear that the opinions of those with independence of thought .. are rather more varid [sic] than those of the right-wing press."
Bless. Such faith. Such trust.
Such utter fucking desperation.
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