by antiaristo » Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:09 pm
Mathew Parris is probably the best, and certainly the bravest of the political commentators. A long standing Conservative Member of Parliament, he left to take over from Brian Walden on Weekend World. In the days when ITV made programmes of quality.<br><br>Gay himself, he outed Peter Mandelson, aka the Prince of Darkness.<br><br><br><!--EZCODE QUOTE START--><blockquote><strong><em>Quote:</em></strong><hr><!--EZCODE FONT START--><span style="font-size:small;">No more excuses. Just hand in your homework and go, Prime Minister</span><!--EZCODE FONT END--><br><br>Matthew Parris<br> <br>THE WORST OF IT is the waste. The waste of brains, of talent, idealism and nervous energy — the sheer waste of time — as Cabinet ministers tour the broadcasting studios at ungodly hours in yet another desperate exercise to get the Prime Minister out of a new hole he’s dug. Clever men like Charles Clarke and John Reid — serious politicians, fundamentally straight, men with thoughts of their own, big things to do — are hurried by interviewers through perfunctory inquiries about their departmental briefs, then forced to sweat, duck and weave, compromising their own reputations and spending personal credit as the interview lurches to the only question that's really hot, the question that’s always hot, the question that can only grow hotter: <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>“How much longer can Tony Blair go on like this?”</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> <br> <br> <br>What a waste of hope. Were I on the Centre Left I would this weekend be reflecting bitterly on how much remains to be done, <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>as a Labour administration is stalled in mid-journey by the delusions and duplicities of a lame-duck leader.</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> So many new ideas still to discuss; so many plans only half-completed; so much to think about, to talk to the nation about, to talk to each other about; such a store of early optimism, early idealism, early trust . . . <br><br>And all rotting away. The clock is ticking, the voters’ credit is ebbing, the Green Papers are yellowing — and the phone rings: “Have you heard, Minister . . . ?” “Can I warn you, Secretary of State . . . ?” and yet again the topic of the decade is swept aside to make way for the panic of the hour. Mittal, Dr Kelly, Scarlett, Caplin, Campbell, Hutton, Butler, Berlusconi, Cherie, Patel, Garrard, Townsley, Levy . . . ministers speed-read hastily prepared briefs at the Commons dispatch box, interviewers steer conversations deftly from their promised focuses . . . “and while we have you with us, Home Secretary, can I just ask you about last night’s revelations that Downing Street . . . ?” — and another chance to get back onto the front foot is wasted. <br><br>Political journalists love it. Lobby corrrespondents don’t want to talk about Crossrail, nuclear-generated electricity, DNA fingerprinting, child poverty, Trident, congestion charging, a new North-South rail line. <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Lies and misdemeanours are our stock-in-trade. We rejoice when the worthy gives way to the unworthy and a boring but important centrepiece of the parliamentary session is elbowed to the margins by some slimy little half-truth or grubby impropriety. When it does, time and again, the same name crops up: Anthony Charles Lynton Blair.</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> <br><br>What now for him? On this question I sense that from contrasting corners of the political spectrum, opinions are now converging upon the next step. <br><br>My ancient doubts are less important than new doubts among new Labour’s friends, but let me put my own opinion delicately. <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>I believe Tony Blair is an out-and-out rascal, terminally untrustworthy and close to being unhinged</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END-->. I said from the start that there was something wrong in his head, and each passing year convinces me more strongly that this man is a pathological confidence-trickster. To the extent that he ever believes what he says, he is delusional. To the extent that he does not, he is an actor whose first invention — himself — has been his only interesting role. <br><br>Books could be written on which of Mr Blair’s assertions were ever wholly sincere, which of his claimed philosophies are genuine, and how far he temporarily persuades himself that each passing passion is real. <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>But deconstructing Mr Blair’s mind is hopeless.</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> <br><br>Suffice it to say that I used to believe that, at the moment of saying anything, our Prime Minister probably thought that what he said was true — that there was no secret, internal wink. Today I have lost confidence even in that. <br><br>Small things as much as large have formed my view. What kind of a man would walk out of the Chamber as his former ally, Frank Field, rose to offer a patently heartfelt explanation of his reasons for standing down? Knowing what we do today about Mr Blair, would he still get the benefit of our doubt over the Bernie Ecclestone affair? What kind of a man would employ Alastair Campbell as his mouthpiece to history? What kind of a man would have given journalists on a plane to China the clear and false impression that he had had nothing to do with the outing of Dr David Kelly? <br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>What kind of a man makes Silvio Berlusconi his friend and incurs a personal debt of gratitude to that bad, bad man?</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> What kind of a Prime Minister neglects the courtesy and gratitude owed to his man in Washington, Sir Christopher Meyer, quitting early after heart trouble? What kind of a man leaves friends as different as the late Roy Jenkins, Paddy Ashdown, and his own Chancellor privately despairing that they can ever rely on the Prime Minister’s word again? <br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>And what kind of a man dispatches his “personal envoy to the Middle East”, Lord Levy, to drill vast sums of money from little-known tycoons with hopes of taking life peerages, and hushes it up? We may never discover what so discreet an operator as Lord Levy has said to these people but we know something they wanted from Tony Blair, and we know something Tony Blair wanted from them. Did more need to be said?</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> <br><br>Another thing we know is that the Prime Minister recognised that if a gift were declared then the chain of events would be judged disgraceful. So the money was hidden: hidden even from his own party treasurer. Now his treasurer has blown the whistle, and his treasurer’s wife, the Solicitor-General, has arranged a separation not from her husband, but from much of her ministerial portfolio. Love, then, is not dead; but if Ms Harman’s Chinese wall is appropriate now, why not when the PM appointed her? And if Mr Blair believes now that the funding of parties needs reform, why not earlier — in his recent manifesto, for instance? <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>You know why. He never meant to put matters right. He has been caught out.</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> <br><br>The genius Mr Blair showed this week in extricating himself from this latest corner was breathtaking. If a burglar, caught red-handed, should by effrontery and oratory make from the dock <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>so stirring a call for the fundamental reform of the Theft Acts</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> that the whole court were distracted from the charge and persuaded to “move on” . . . then the tour de force would hardly be more impressive. <br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Our PM has the magician’s knack of drawing the eye away from the trick.</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> Should a fraction of his talent for getting himself out of trouble be deployed in some wider national purpose, Britain would probably have conquered the universe by now. He reminds me of those schoolboys whose form masters report that if they devoted to their homework half the dedication they devote to getting out of doing it, they would be the envy of the school. <br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>But he already is. Tony Blair has lived before. Dickens has recorded the life in David Copperfield. The character is Copperfield’s one-time school-friend and (until he betrays him) hero: the engaging, handsome and popular James Steerforth. Read the book.</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> <br><br>It is occasionally reported that some poor woman falls in love with a professional fraud and remains his wife for years without realising what she has married. The British electorate are such a woman. Mr Blair’s misdeeds are persistently overlooked, and his excuses credited. <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>By the time we wake up he may have torn his party and its programme apart.</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--> <br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>Close colleagues and Labour MPs mostly know already what he is</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END-->. Forget the bleatings of the hard Left, the Tories and the likes of me: it is Tony Blair’s political allies who should now act. They must accept that he is no longer an asset to the new Labour cause and that, if they do not cut him loose soon, <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>he may drag a whole brave political project down with him. There is not much time to lose.</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><hr></blockquote><!--EZCODE QUOTE END--><br><br><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK START--><a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,6-2091566,00.html">www.timesonline.co.uk/art...66,00.html</a><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK END--><br><br><br>I don't doubt Parris is a regular reader of Rigorous Intuition. I could have written that myself, had I the talent of Mathew Parris.<br> <br> <br> <p></p><i></i>