Brown in the bunker

Richard Littlejohn despairs at McMental’s state of mind and the country’s state of disrepair:

Ever since he was about eight years old, becoming Prime Minister has been Gordon’s Holy Grail.

Eventually, he bludgeoned his way into Number 10, without a proper mandate from either his party or the country.

Gordon didn’t care about the democratic niceties. The job’s mine, I tell you. All mine!

And that’s when it all started to go horribly wrong.

Now, as he surveys the wreckage of his administration, he has to come to terms with the fact he is not just an abject failure, but has become a laughing stock. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. To paraphrase what Norman Lamont said of John Major, Brown’s in office but not in power.

With no coherent answers to the nation’s economic and social woes, he buries himself in a demented programme of displacement activity.

The backbenches have given up on him, and his Cabinet underlings are jockeying for position until he is led away, dribbling and howling at the moon.

While the country goes to Hell in a handcart, Gordon sits in his bunker issuing insane five-year plans. He is determined to do as much damage as he possibly can before the time comes to swallow the suicide pill.

The implosion of this Government resembles the Nazi retreat to Berlin at the end of World War II. The bridges have been blown, the art treasures looted, the cities reduced to rubble.

Gordon is huddled underground with his generals pushing models of non- existent tanks and regiments around a giant operations board, seemingly unaware that the army has deserted and the forces of liberation are at the gate.

As I wrote on Tuesday, I’ve run out of invective. To be honest, there’s something quite unpleasant about watching the lingering political death of Gordon Brown.

I feel like a rubber-necker slowing down to gawp at a motorway pile-up.

The trouble is that while the Prime Minister lives out his excruciating personal tragedy, we’re going to have to suffer this zombie horror show for another year and endure the consequences for generations.

If Gordon was a dog, he’d be put down. Where’s the radio vet when you need him?

Read the complete article here.

Is there no way to rid ourselves of this leaden albatross around our necks? There is something horribly wrong with our democratic processes if we cannot. This constitutional cul-de-sac must be rectified by the next government. We need a guillotine measure to oust any/all ineffective and/or dangerous politicians.

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