26 August 2008

Well, hey, everyone else is writing about it, gushing about it, complaining about it, so I should too.  Right?  That seems to be all there is out there to read these days.

But I shall be succint.  This performance, this very expensive political vaudville show, is the sorriest, silliest, most bizarre demonstration of national immaturity one could imagine - in fact it's beyond what one could imagine - not only because of the players but all those sitting around expounding upon the most incipid minutae they can find.

Tell me it's all a joke.  It's all just for laughs, right?  And in the morning it will all be gone?  I guess that's the point: they don't even know that it's a joke; to them - all of them - it's a deadly serious, arrogant excess of power politics in action.  It is pathetic; they are pathetic.  It, they, are also a national embarassment; how can we be taken seriously after such stupidity?

Ok, I have had my say, now I shall crawl back in my hole - or as SGM Pendry calls it, his bunker.