Nothing in the making of the new Speaker so undid the Tories as their reaction thereto.
Compared to Gordon Brown’s workmanlike, even witty little frolic (well, it got the laugh), Cameron’s was forced out between clenched teeth. It went well with the crude, even brutal job of work being done, over recent days, by the Tory ultras through their cybernet conspiracy. It belonged, as Cameron’s earlier utterance did, to the urinal.
Even Cameron’s small tendril of congratulation (“first Speaker of the Jewish faith”) came with thorns attached. It was an uneasy reminder that the Tories have just climbed into bed with the anti-semitic, anti-gay, all-purpose bigots of Euroscum. It demanded the obvious connection — yes, Mr Cameron, some of my best friends are indeed Jewish:
I understand your objection,
I grant you the problem’s not small:
But if you could see her through my eyes
She wouldn’t look Jewish at all.
Above all, as long as the likes of the flatulent Nadine (“Not in my name“) Dorries are fostered and garlanded on the Tory Benches, there is little likelihood of Tories escaping their deserved nasty reputation.
