Unbelievable


As Labour Party delegates leave Brighton and the dust settles on the Damian McBride affair - I think the time is right to consider some of the sillier things that have been said. 

The first comes from the main man himself - Damian McBride - who eschews all responsibility for his actions and claims that he was drawn irresistibly into  Gordon Brown’s dark world - "sucked in like a concubine at a Roman orgy" to use his own words.

Now I don't know any concubines and I've never attended a Roman orgy - but this strikes me as a ridiculous analogy for a supposedly intelligent man to employ - since concubines were  slaves essentially and, as such, their participation in Roman orgies had nothing to do with free will.

If you ask me there's something decidedly creepy about this turn of phrase - first of all the inappropriate sexual content in what was supposed to be a professional working environment - secondly the suggestion that Damian was some kind of victim rather than a nasty villain.

The other silly line of argument is that Damian was some kind of loose cannon - a rogue operating without any direction, oversight or knowledge even of what he was doing - by his boss, Gordon Brown, and his inner circle of advisers and friends - who included Ed Balls and Ed Miliband, of course.

Now I'm pretty sure that Gordon Brown had better things to do with his time than sit down with Damian to discuss who his next target might be, but to pretend that Brown and his kitchen cabinet did not know what was going on - is both laughable and unsettling at the same time.

Laughable for obvious reasons - unsettling because it suggest that these senior politicians still seem to think that our heads button up the back. 

Which they don't - or mine doesn't anyway - so I hope that the powers that be ask PC Plod to investigate claims that Damian McBride used Gordon Brown's computer and email to leak sensitive and confidential Government documents.   

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