Oooh. Looks like Inspector Knacker may bag more than one major Labour politician. A major corruption and patronage storm is brewing around Gordon Brown, who has been anointed by the faithful to take over as Prime Minister when Tony Blair finally goes or is arrested (whichever comes soonest).
The story in brief: Brown is accused of being complicit in what may be fraudulent activity concerning an allegedly non-political ‘educational’ charity, the Smith Institute.
The institute is fimanced and run by Brown supporters, staffed by his and his wife’s personal friends, and holds closed meetings at No.11 Downing St.. the Chancellor’s office, which the Chancellor himself attends. These meetings are where prominent buinesspeople are dictating government economic policy to Brown and channeling fcharitable funds to the Smith Institute, Brown’s private slush fund, for the privilege of doing so – all the while claiming charitable status and the tax perks that go with it.
As Guido Fawkes puts it, it smells. More than that, it reeks. he has put together a timeline of posts that give the whole backstory, and a stinking mess of secret dealings, jobs for the boys, general self-interestedness and cynicism it is.
Sith attempt to cover-up use of No. 11.
Mrs Brown recruits Konrad as the Sith apprentice.
The back story to the Sith’s Konrad.
The public charity which refuses to talk to the public.
BBC2’s Newsnight also did a an expose last night which can be viewed here.
Just because the major media is keeping schtum on this one for the moment doesn’t mean it won’t develop into a yet another major New Labour corruption story. I can’t wait. Brown is the architect of New Labour’s disastrous neoliberal economic policies and he’s as big a warmonger and liar as Blair.
Perhaps we’ll be rid of them both in one godalmighty, gigantic scandal and dramafest. That would be sweet.
It’s not enough for me that they’re gone: I want to see them go with piles of burning coals heaped upon their heads, never to be able to show their faces in public again, preferably to end their days chronically ill, on means-tested benefits, gibbering madly in one of their own privatised hellholes of a homeless hostel.
Or do you think I’m being too soft?
