Thursday, 2 September 2010

Polly, love, the word is 'betrayal' not 'treason'

Predictably, Lady Toynbee is first on the barricades screeching 'Nous sommes trahis!' and perhaps she really does believe that the Labour Party IS the State and that to act against the Party is 'treason' - in any case, that's her accusation against Blair.

Polly, love, Blair's betrayal of his Party is just betrayal. It's his betrayal of his country that's treacherous.

4 comments:

Robert said...

Blair was always an oddity in the Labour Party. He would have felt totally at home in the current coalition. It was never about New Labour. It was all about Blair.

Of course they were betrayed. That's what politicians do.

Anonymous said...

How dare you challenge one of the greatest heroine objective journalists in umpteen generations.

A writer who has striven for the truth and holidays in Tuscany whilst pontificating about the proles taking too many flights and causing CAGW!
A writer who doesn't know now, where to turn and who to harrangue next, let alone to which party she should be supporting to match her sartorial outfit du jour.
A writer who pens for the greatest of organs in the MSM, with a readership counted in 10s of hundreds!

Err wasn't it Polly - who shifted her allegiance from Bliar to Brown then the Lib dimmis.......anyway the wind blows - Pollyanna!
And yet...........she gives me a laugh and you can't be really that daft, can you lass?
I like to think, that your heart is in the right place, at least but socialism has been for Britain, a scourge - you can recant you know Girl but then would that be a personal betrayal?

Nick Drew said...

I expect we all recall the ballad of Mad Carew ...

- - - - -

There’s a one-eyed yellow Scotsman of a dour and sullen hue
There’s a stench of pious bullshit all around
There’s a broken-heated woman dreams of socialism true
And the yellow Scot forever lets her down

He was known as Red McBroon, and he made the Party swoon
Though his cowardice had long begun to smell
But for all he was a wanker he was feted by the bankers
And Polly Toynbee smiled on him as well

He’d been stringing her along with his socialism strong
She’d swallowed all he put into her head
When she judged Blair’s time was short, she said Broon had her support
Provided he would prove himself True Red

He wrote to ask what promise she would like from Red McBroon
They met for lunch as many times before
And fervently she told him then that nothing else would do
But his vote against Blair’s mad Iraqi war

On the night of the debate, Red McBroon was in a state,
His followers could bring mad Tony down
But he’d never in his life had the balls to wield the knife
For he knew the wielder never wears the crown

When it came to the division, courage gave way to ambition
And his scruples failed as surely as his balls
When she heard them read the vote, fury welled up in her throat
And ‘betrayal!’ was her cry around the halls

Now Hell it hath no fury like a jilted Polly Toynbee
First Blair and now McBroon had sold his soul
As she stomped off in the night, for her op-ed piece to write
She vowed vengeance on the yellow Scots arsehole

There’s a one-eyed yellow Scotsman of a dour and sullen hue
There’s a stench of pious bullshit all around
There’s a broken-heated woman dreams of socialism true
And the yellow Scot forever lets her down

Demetrius said...

Just one in a long list of betrayals. Make your own list, it will take the rest of the evening.