Is the drunken sailor in charge really Capt. Queeg?

I must begin with an apology.  I have frequently implied that our prime minister spends money, our money,that is, like a drunken sailor.  That is a gross slur on sailors, drunk or sober, who tend, on the whole to spend their money on personal pleasures - "Rum, bum and baccy", according to "A Former Naval Person"!  Anyway, I gave the impression that 'Able Seaman Broon' just threw our money around for personal pleasure and as a sop to his atavistic socialism.  He obviously derived great pleasure from it and quickly surrounded himself with a circle of admiring and flattering toadies who encouraged him to devise crooked, underhand ways of spending other people's money without them fully realising the awful extent of it.

Now he has been found out and the full scope of his 'Ponzi scheme' is beginning to enter the public consciousness.  A man of wit and intelligence would try to talk the calamity down, blame others and set about putting matters right by cutting spending and thereby taking credit for his great financial rectitude.  Well, he has certainly ticked off the first two items on his 'to do' list, and it is obvious now, even to the economically illiterate, that he will have to do the third.  However, Queeg-like, he sits glumly in the Downing Street bunker, clicking the little steel ball-bearings in his hand, and recites over and over again that he will not be cutting - but spending!  He keeps re-iterating this lie in more and more strident language.  He appears in public, grinning and nodding, his mouth falling open at odd moments, his body jerking from right to left, like some sort of demented marionette.  Today, almost certainly at the behest of his private cabal, he has postponed the spending review which should, by his own rules, take place this year - until after the election, and will thus be free to carry on borrowing and spending and splurging and then borrowing even more . . . and even more . . . and yet more.

'Capt.' Brown is mad - stark staring bonkers.  If his cabinet had the courage of even a weasel they would lead him quietly away to a rich man's clinic in Switzerland.  Alas for our poor country, none of them have the guts.  Chancellor Darling is a pitiful broken figure.  The ex-postie who thinks he's running the Home Office is as thick as a sack of spanners.  Miliband, Balls, Cooper, Harman and the rest of them, appalled as they are, can only mutter jabberwocky behind their sleeves.

The only very slight encouragement to be found in this unfolding disaster is the obvious fact that Tory Central Office is watching carefully the words of Duff & Nonsense because, after much urging from these august columns, it now appears that Cameron has learned that a good officer shouts "Come on!" not "Go on!" and he seems determined to lead a long and persistent charge head on into the barrage of prime ministerial lies and obfuscations.  I think, I hope, I pray, that the country senses the fact that they are led by a psychotic liar and fantasist and that at the next election they will ensure the utter destruction of Gordon Brown, his wretched cohorts and inded the entire not-fit-for-purpose Labour party.

Comments

[JK]

I have had my hurt feelings assuaged somewhat by your earlier dissembling remarks about sailors.

Having been a faithful reader for some time (and knowing Her Majesty reads as faithfully as I) I thought it best that she be advised to check the adviseability of employing "certain persons" for important tasks.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/us_queen_swans_odd

[David Duff]

Yes, 'JK', we're full of odd habits and customs over here. You haven't really lived unless you have witnessed Morris dancing. (There must be a YouTube of it somewhere but I haven't the time to look for it.)