Which of the four lying liars will you believe?

Confusingly, the four lying liars I refer to in my title are actually only two men but, like schizophrenics, they are possessed of twin personalities.  Thus we have 'Gordie Brair' and 'Gordie Bloon', and 'Dim Dave' and 'Maggie Dave'.  I have dismissed the 'Ming dynasty' of the il-Lib non-Dems as being on the verge of extinction and thus not worth consideration.

Anyway,  come the election, and the current regime will be mad not to go for it early simply on the grounds that troubles for a government only get worse over time under the inexorable law of political thermodynamics, if you are of a Left-leaning inclination, you will have two Mr. Browns to choose from, the one who promised to ditch all the bad habits of the Blair junta into history and who would in future treat parliament and people with respect by avoiding all spin; or the greaseball who used our soldiers to get a cheap headline in an effort to queer the Tory party pitch when they were at their conference.

If you are of the Right, then you have two Mr. Cameron's to choose from, the first, 'Dim Dave' who is busy either hugging hoodies (in the best possible taste, you understand) or hugging trees at the behest of 'GreenWar' and 'Enemies of the Earth' ; or the neo-Tebbit, tax-cutting, stand-on-your-own-two-feet, immigration officer with the placard reading 'They shall not pass", 'Maggie Dave'.

The great joy of this game is that for the time being, 'Broon' and 'Dave' are like a pair of Schrodinger's cats in their respective boxes, and whilst they remain inside, both contradictory conditions are said to exist - well, I don't say it, really, but those quantum mechanics tell us it is so, but what do they know, they can't even get my Merc to runs smoothly!  It is only when the boxes are opened after the election that we shall find out which is which, or, as my favourite political pundit put it: "Hence shall we see / If power change purpose, what our seemers be."*

*Measure for Measure, I.iii

Comments

[dearieme]

Did I ever tell you, David, that Gordymandias (kong of kongs) bounced a cheque on me once? Not your cheque metaphorical, but your cheque physical.

[David Duff]

I hope you kept it and framed it, the Sun would pay a lot of money for that!

[dearieme]

My wife has it still. (Unless MI5 have done over our attic - and since we can find nothing there, I don't suppose that they can either).

[dearieme]

See, I mention this "smoking gun" in your recherche wee corner of the web, and Gordymandias funks the elction. Power, eh? The nation owes me a drink.

[David Duff]

By Jove, 'DM', I really think you've done it!