Charles Clarke
I don't spend a lot of time thinking about Charles Clarke but after consistently running into his articles when I worked at the New Statesman he started to piss me off quite a lot. I will now write an agitated rant to him on this livejournal.
Dear Charles,
Has it occurred to you that to those of us who follow politics to some small degree and are not Labour insiders your attitude to the parliamentary party that you choose to be a member of looks much like that of a complete wanker? Every so often I see your large face peering over your glasses in a magazine or on the BBC website and I think, ah, there he is again, the man naive enough to think that talking to the press about his dissatisfaction actually achieves something. Why Charles? Don't you understand that every time you give these interviews in which you slate the government you actively harm the party, your colleagues and your own reputation as a politician with a modicum of discretion? In light of this it is difficult to process the fact that someone judged you intelligent enough to enact the role of Home Secretary, a position fraught with giant, gaping holes that you could plummet into at any second. I cannot be the only person in the country who cringes when they see your face, not because I find it ugly or alarming, not because of your policy decisions or your role in previous Labour cabinets but because your behaviour is just so transparent and dishonourable. You publicly whinge about a party that gave you so much power over all of our lives and your complaints are so pathetic, so focused on leadership contests, couched in talk about Labour doing little good when you partially escorted the party towards making these vile choices. What have you done to stop it Charles except whine to the media? I'd put my money on fuck all so shut up. Just Shut Up.
Best regards,
awake at 8am of outer London.
Dear Charles,
Has it occurred to you that to those of us who follow politics to some small degree and are not Labour insiders your attitude to the parliamentary party that you choose to be a member of looks much like that of a complete wanker? Every so often I see your large face peering over your glasses in a magazine or on the BBC website and I think, ah, there he is again, the man naive enough to think that talking to the press about his dissatisfaction actually achieves something. Why Charles? Don't you understand that every time you give these interviews in which you slate the government you actively harm the party, your colleagues and your own reputation as a politician with a modicum of discretion? In light of this it is difficult to process the fact that someone judged you intelligent enough to enact the role of Home Secretary, a position fraught with giant, gaping holes that you could plummet into at any second. I cannot be the only person in the country who cringes when they see your face, not because I find it ugly or alarming, not because of your policy decisions or your role in previous Labour cabinets but because your behaviour is just so transparent and dishonourable. You publicly whinge about a party that gave you so much power over all of our lives and your complaints are so pathetic, so focused on leadership contests, couched in talk about Labour doing little good when you partially escorted the party towards making these vile choices. What have you done to stop it Charles except whine to the media? I'd put my money on fuck all so shut up. Just Shut Up.
Best regards,
awake at 8am of outer London.