It began with a thread on Slugger O’Toole, where Northern Ireland shows the world how to blog.
Despite the best efforts of a couple of committed enthusiasts, because the London Mayoral election doesn’t involve vast residues of sectarian prejudice, and despite a nice introductory piece by Turgon-the-Wise, it hasn’t been a particularly busy exchange of views.
So much so that one commenter described it as Malcolm Redfellow’s numerous monologues.
It was late on Saturday night, Sunday morning. Malcolm had spent some post-prandial quality time with his professorial little brother and Charlie Wells’s Bombardier in the Famous Royal Oak. That might have some moment in what ensued.
Malcolm became quite baleful, and the outpouring went like this:
I’m fairly close to the action here in Norf Lunnun. I’ve actively been electorally involved in out-going and in-coming ordure (originally in Dublin, now over here) since the 1960s. I am thinking I have never seen anything like the orchestrated media campaign that has been waged against Livingstone.
We need to bear in mind that BoJo is, to all intents and purposes, currently the creature of the corporate lobbyists CTF Partners, a pseudopod of Crosby|Textor (don’t forget the vertical bar).
¶ C = Lynton Crosby, the Australian analogue of Dubya’s Karl Gove, and regularly employed as the Tory “dark arts” operator;
¶ T = Mark Textor, an Australian pollster;
¶ F = Mark Fullbrook, a political slime ball from the darkest recesses of Tory Central.
My present guess is that the Mayorality will run quite close, especially when the second preferences engage. If BoJo wins, it will be a grotesque manipulation, through hysterics, of the electoral process: who would have thought that Boris “picaninnies” Johnson could smear anyone on race and religion?
Remember, too, that Johnson was sacked from the Tory front bench for being outed as a blatant liar. Let us cherish Tory leader Michael Howard’s great definition of Tory morality: Howard said the sacking was because Johnson had lied over a messy affair with Petronella Wyatt. It had nothing to do with morality.
So, you can get offed by the Tory machine.
- Not for agreeing that a journo who had annoyed BoJo’s criminal best man, Darius Guppy, should now be done over with a dose of GBH.
- Not for hiding a quarter-million of campaign donations.
- Not for exploiting the assassination of Ken Begley to impugn the people of Liverpool.
- Not for impregnating Petsy Wyatt, promising (bigamously?) to marry her, persuading her to at least one abortion, and then dumping her (BoJo’s alleged chat-up line “I limit myself to one mistress per annum. How would you like to be Miss 2009?”).
No: for peddling porkies.
And London may fall for it, again.
And that, folks,amounts to an Irish joke: one an Englishman laughs at.
Malcolm stands by that: much of which has been previously rehearsed here.
Milder, but only by a degree, is Sonia Purnell of the Independent stable, but — perhaps more significantly — author of the unauthorised biog. of BoJo:
Boris Johnson, Mayor of London, is notoriously difficult for Londoners to get close to. He is the most highly protected and stage-managed politician in Britain, and his minders allow access to only the most reliably sympathetic or adulatory journalists. As the author of an unauthorised biography, Just Boris, it was therefore with some concern that I set off, unannounced, to join him on the campaign trail in Romford, east London, yesterday. It was only with what I felt to be pretty gritty determination – and the presence of a reassuringly burly photographer – that I managed to sidle up to him at all. His minders are known for their ferocious handling of dissenters, and I was apprehensive of being “dealt with” myself.
“Dealt with” is an uncomfortable echo of that telephone call between fraudster, Darius Guppy, and rising hack, Boris Johnson. The full horror of that was a topic for a Channel 4 Dispatches programme in 2009. Get the actualité here.
Of course, all this makes Malcolm another Livingstone dupe, doesn’t it?
Err … no.
Malcolm is torn between using his vote in the only effective way to stop BoJo (and, yes, that means a second preference for Livingstone) and supporting who seems the really principled and sanest candidate here (and that means a first preference for Siobhan Benita).