Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
Jul. 19th, 2011 04:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
johnny9fingersWell, the first half score seems 3-0 to the Murdochs.
This could well be because the folk that sit on House of Commons committees are, um, all a bit dim, or the prospect of being on the telly went to their heads. I have some thoughts.
I think Ol' Roops has found his true heir. James seems pretty good under pressure.
I think that the UK gets the representatives it deserves. Our MP's sitting on these committees seem all um, a trifle lacking.
Also I have to take my hat off to the Ol' Bastard. The moment it dawned on him that he wasn't going to have to:
1) sacrifice the anointed
2) play the senile old fool
3) compromise himself in any way whatsoever
he collected himself and performed like the octogenarian Antipodean-born business equivalent of Oscar Wilde at his first trial.
I also think I'm inclined to be on the side of the clever-think-on-their-feet-intelligent-bastards, than the slightly dim not-quite-to-the-point elected representatives of a slightly-dim-and-not-quite-to-the-point-anti-intellectual voting public. And I've always had a soft spot for Aussies.
I'm now so bored by the inadequacies of the folk who govern us that I really would consider taking a job from Roops, and at least be on the winning side.
Jeez. If no-one lands a polite-yet-telling blow in the second half, or there is no proper and corroborated evidence forthcoming, it's all over. And from the depths of defeat Roops and James have snatched a stunning victory.
Of course, we are all diminished by this: but so what?
This could well be because the folk that sit on House of Commons committees are, um, all a bit dim, or the prospect of being on the telly went to their heads. I have some thoughts.
I think Ol' Roops has found his true heir. James seems pretty good under pressure.
I think that the UK gets the representatives it deserves. Our MP's sitting on these committees seem all um, a trifle lacking.
Also I have to take my hat off to the Ol' Bastard. The moment it dawned on him that he wasn't going to have to:
1) sacrifice the anointed
2) play the senile old fool
3) compromise himself in any way whatsoever
he collected himself and performed like the octogenarian Antipodean-born business equivalent of Oscar Wilde at his first trial.
I also think I'm inclined to be on the side of the clever-think-on-their-feet-intelligent-bastards, than the slightly dim not-quite-to-the-point elected representatives of a slightly-dim-and-not-quite-to-the-point-anti-intellectual voting public. And I've always had a soft spot for Aussies.
I'm now so bored by the inadequacies of the folk who govern us that I really would consider taking a job from Roops, and at least be on the winning side.
Jeez. If no-one lands a polite-yet-telling blow in the second half, or there is no proper and corroborated evidence forthcoming, it's all over. And from the depths of defeat Roops and James have snatched a stunning victory.
Of course, we are all diminished by this: but so what?
