Ken Livingstone, the slurring drunk has-been who welcomed Jihadists and Islamic extremists to London, friend of terrorists, lunatics and nut-jobs, a man unable to ride a bicycle but who loved beyond reason long boozy lunches and chauffeured limos, has emitted a discordant whine in his efforts for someone to notice him as a potential Labour candidate for Mayor next year. On the LabourList blog, Livingstone blames 'Tory cuts' for the riots - no mention of that gurning idiot Brown's gross fiscal mismanagement that will take twenty years to correct, no mention that public spending levels and government debt are simply unsustainable. Like that other fool, Tuscan Polly, he imagines the nations' tax-take to be some sort of bottomless purse. If ever there was a man less fitted, less suitable, to lead London during a period of unprecedented turmoil, it's this irritating away-with-the-fairies haemorrhoid.
Ken, get back to your coffin, pull the lid back down and shrivel up.