They Don’t Like It Up ’em

You have to laugh.

I bang on with monotonous regularity about how the Republicans have used their political tenure to infest every organ of the US state with thieving parasites, who smear corruption on whatever their grubby fingers touch and who steal from the public every chance they get.

Now it turns out that the man the Republicans put in charge of their own party funds has been robbing them blind:

On February 1st of this year, National Republican Campaign Committee Chairman Tom Cole (R-OK) abruptly released a statement about recently discovered “irregularities in our financial audit process.” That was it: no details about whether money might have been stolen, just word that they’d seen fit to bring in the federal authorities.

The details, as they’ve come, have been embarrassing for the committee, which works to get Republicans elected to the House (which was already hurting in comparison to its Democratic counterpart before all this began).

According to The New York Times this morning, it all began to unravel when Rep. Mike Conaway (R-TX), a CPA, asked to meet with the audit firm that was supposedly checking the NRCC’s books, an idea that apparently no one had had for several years. Christopher Ward, then the NRCC’s treasurer, finally relented, but then chickened out 30 minutes before and fessed up that there actually hadn’t been any audits.

It was ultimately discovered that Ward had been faking the audits since 2003. The Politico, which laid out this general outline of events early last month, reported that Ward had forged everything, including the letterhead. So when it came time to actually talk to the people who’d supposedly written those fake reports, it all unraveled.

The FBI is currently investigating, and it’s not clear yet why Ward was so keen to hide the real numbers. But as the Times reports this morning, the signs are not good. NRCC internal audits since Ward’s discovery show that “hundreds of thousands of dollars are missing and presumed stolen.” And it gets worse: there are apparently indications that “the financial irregularities might extend beyond the national committee to the campaign funds of individual Republican lawmakers who also worked with Mr. Ward, a longtime party operative.” More…

Wahahaha.

Rafael Behr, Whiny-Ass Titty Baby

Rafael Behr is yet another well-connected writer for the Guardian. He has a regular writing gig there, having previously been online editor, and also writes a personal typepad blog.

His employer, The Guardian, is having a spot of bother right now related to the nepotism around Max Gogarty’s travel blog (see below). and Rafael decided to insert himself, whether prompted or unprompted I don’t know, into the furore by attacking commenters to the orginal blogpost as a baying mob, as bad as or worse than during the Chinese Cultural Revolution.

Yes, really, and yes, he’s a professional, paid writer.

But he also admits to trolling Guardian commenters with his personal post defending Gogarty: but he now says didn’t really mean it, that it was just a convenient topic to hang a saleable article on – how cynical is that – then he goes on to apologise for offending anyone . And shuts down comments.

Whiny ass titty baby.

This is the comment I would have posted at his blog had Rafo, as he apparently likes to be known, not been such a whiny-ass titty baby as to be too scared to take feedback.

Dear Rafael: what you seem to be saying is that you deliberately jumped into an inflamed situation to pour fuel on the flames – not because you were at all engaged with the discussion, but because you wanted to make a point and cleverly earn a fee while doing it.

I’ve read every one of the nearing a thousand CIF comments and they’re not at all as you describe; I’ve seen a lot of hilariously witty bitchery but very little actual abuse, certainly nothing to compare with what any other young Harry or Josh might hear from their mates in the pub.

Your CIF post was a deliberate misrepresentation of what was being said (something you aknowledge in this post) and made matters worse.

Now I’ve only been blogging and commenting five years or so; I’m not a real writer, unlike you or young Max, but where I come from that’s called trolling and it’s very bad manners, doubly so from someone who professes to love him some blogging.

What was actually being discussed boils down to:

  • The shoddy and nepotistic hiring practices of a self-described ethical and fair newspaper and its staff’s overcosy relationship with PR agents.
  • The overall decline of the quality of the papers’ opinion pieces and blogs and CIF writing generally, which is seemingly now narrowcast to a well-off coterie of metropolitans who happen to know someone who knows someone.
  • The utter hypocrisy of providing an online comment facility and then squealing like an outraged maiden aunt when people actually comment.
  • The stupidity of compounding all the above errors by attacking readers in the paper and on television.

What I think you and the current editorial staff and writers at the Guardian/Observer (they’re pretty much the same in the public eye; the Observer is the Sunday edition of The Guardian) fail to get is the visceral connection some readers have with the paper, or the sense of betrayal we feel at the blatant exposure of its inner workings.

We love The Guardian – or rather we did. It was our parents’ and grandparents’ newspaper; it stood for truth and social justice and all that is now quaint and outmoded. At least that’s what we were told then, although mature reflection and a little reading shows that was never entirely true. Still, it was a a noble aim even if it fell woefully short of its target at times.

But now? Now the Scott Trust and it’s editorial staff aren’t even trying. Truth, liberty and social justice may be still occasionally be paid lip service to in its columns, but they’re certainly not in it’s practice.

Both papers have degenerated in my lifetime into little more than self-referential lifestyle mags, padded with puff pieces penned by PR agents or trite text extolling the joys of the latest lifestyle fad or fashionable paranoia or designer bag, lifted straight from a press release and all of it gilded with lucury brand ads and a few pensees from the friends and family of London’s politicoliterati. (I exaggerate for effect, but not by much.)

But hey, it’s a globalised, media-savvy world and everyone understands how journalism actually works, nod nod, wink wink. We all get it, don’t we?

Well actually, no we don’t and we’re sick of it.

It appears to me to be this blithe acceptance of New Labour’s relaxed attitude to wealth, privilege and the status quo that has rankled so many; that and both papers’ continued promotion of well-off, well-connected nobodies who aspire to tell us feckless, idle proles what to think, as though being born bourgeois is the new divine right of kings.

This in a week which has not only seen several political nepotism scandals but also the publication of Nick Davies’ expose of the inherent corruption of British journalism.

Readers were already angry at the media: dear, sweet, young, disingenuous Max’ execrable blogpost was merely the spark to some bone-dry tinder.

Because the Guardian and Observer have been the only online newspapers in which some of us jaded cynics have retained a modicum of trust (despite Aaronovitch’s war-cheerleading, Polly Toynbee’s nosepeg and Jackie Ashley’s increasingly painful moral contortions in support of Labour) we’ve even stayed loyal when Labour ministers have been given column inches to publish ghostwritten lies and egregious spin.

But try complaining about the poor quality and shoddy commissioning of a trivial travel article – for this we stupidly loyal readers are accused of being a baying mob of jealous wannabes. Silly us for thinking a comment facility meant that some honest feedback was wanted or needed : as with New Labour government, comment and consulation is for show only. The Guardian/Observer, being as it is effectively an adjunct to and labour exchange for the government, has become in the last decade as thoroughly corrupted as every other British institution.

Max’ original blog is almost irrelevant now, except as a the spark that ignited a small blaze of public comment: though I suppose it has also had the useful side-effect of labelling skinny jeans as irredeemably naff, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.

A couple of years ago The Washington Post had its own issues with commenters pointing out its hypocrisy and the readers editor, Deborah Howell, handled it about as badly as it could possibly be handled, thus damaging the paper’s remaining reputation still further.

The Guardian seems to have learned nothing from that: perhaps it could use Howell at the next awayday as a case study of what not to do? Similarly they could also use your CIF post as a warning –

  • Don’t treat your CIF readers like idiots, because they’re mostly not.
  • Don’t troll in one forum and then admit it on your own personal blog – it just makes you look like a hypocrite.

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Mother of Three, Enemy Of The State

That’d make a great title for a tv drama, wouldn’t it? Unfortunately it’s not a story, it’s true.You’ll understand why I harki back to the tv drama of yesteryear when you read it.

Britons of a similar vintage to me will remember fondly the crop of tv conspiracy thrillers of the late seventies and eighties. when it was a given that the police and security services had their own hidden aganda.

Edge of Darkness is the classic example, but most dramas had common elements: bent coppers and/or corrupt government, an average joe or jane or journo caught up in bewildering events beyond their control (generally terroristic or nuclear but ocasionally environmental), a massive internal military-industrial conspiracy, a state within the state, is gradually exposed by the hero or heroine who then endis up dead, assassinated by the state within the state within the state.

This was before focus-group mandated happy endings, obviously.

The quality of British thriller series has much reduced since. Now they give us Paul Smith mannequins striding about the Heals catalogue in clever lighting, torturing each other for no apparent reason other than for the fun of it, or 70s retro shows which portray the time’s clothes and casual violence accurately but ignore the justified paranoia of the times. All Sweeney and no Smiley, a circus not The Circus.

Odd that. Paranoia about state shenanigans was as prevalent then as it is now.

When it’s a running joke on a mainstream comedy like The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin that shady rightwing ex-army cabals plot cosily away in the shires (albeit with constant cockups on the catering front). then conspiracy and spying is an accepted part of life. Even such a weaselly milquetoast as Justice Minister Jack Straw was considered a subversive and spied on the ’70s. Spying on ‘subversives’ is all the rage again – but do we see it on tv?

Imagine what a screenplay the ThePress Gazette story.would make…

Milton Keynes Citizen journalist Sally Murrer today described the revelations about the bugging of MP Sadiq Khan as the missing piece in the jigsaw about her case.

Murrer has been at the centre of a huge police inquiry since May last year when she was accused of “aiding and abetting misconduct in a public office”. Her co-defendant – the policeman accused of illegally giving her stories – is Mark Kearney, the Thames Valley Police officer who this week revealed he had twice been ordered to bug the phone of MP Sadiq Khan in Woodhill Prison in 2005 and 2006.

Murrer, a part time journalist and mother of three, has herself been bugged and tracked by police and been locked up twice during questioning – once for 30 hours.

She now feels that fear on the part of the police that her friend Kearney was going to blow the whistle on the bugging of Khan may explain the huge investigation into them both under the “misconduct in a public office” charge.

She said today: “I think this is the missing part of the jigsaw that I’ve been searching for eight months now. During the whole investigation I have wondered what it is I was supposed to have done.”

Average Jane journo, check. Bewildering, unwarranted events, check…

The police allege that Kearney illegally gave Murrer details of various stories. She says the stories they have referred to have all involved relatively ordinary crimes, the details of which she says she knew about from other sources anyway.

Now she believes the current charges she faces – and for which she is due to stand trial next year – may stem from the revelations that Kearney was involved in the bugging of Khan.

She said: “I clearly remember him saying in May 2005 and June 2006 – ‘they’d made me do something illegal’ and I kept asking him what it was.

“He said it was something to do with the bugging of an MP. When it came up again he said he was losing sleep about this, and said something about the Wilson Law.

“He now says that towards the end of 2006 everything was getting too much and the one thing that was stressing him out was this.”

Bent coppers, check. Shady doings, check…

She believes that it would have been obvious to colleagues at Thames Valley Police that Kearney was becoming increasingly agitated about the bugging episode – and that there was a risk he would blow the whistle.

Murrer said it was around this time that the investigation into her and Kearney – code-named Operation Plaid – began.

She said: “It dawned on me yesterday that this may be the missing piece of the jigsaw. They tried to discredit the whistleblower and the journalist they thought he was going to blow the whistle to and destroy the story that way.

“It seems like a huge hammer to smash a very small nut and I think this could be one of the biggest cover-ups this country has ever seen. They were trying to ruin him, destroying me in the process.

“The way I was treated it felt like they wanted to crack me and stop me writing anything ever again – they nearly did, I was a gibbering wreck for a while.”

Murrer is due to appear at court again next week for a plea and directions hearing and believes her full trial may still be a year away.

More…

Diverting as it is to allow myself the conceit of lreading this story as though it were tv drama, these are real lives and real people.

Murrer’s life has been made hell. and she’s a relatively minor character in the overall conspiracy. The ful scale of routine spying, intimidation and harassment by the police and security services, is yet to be revealed. Are there other Murrers languishing in British jails or held under control orders? We just don’t know.

Mind you, in the seventies or eighties we may have never heard Murrer’s story at all, because those concerned would’ve met with an unfortunate accident before they could’ve typed out heir story and got it to a newspaper. Thank goodness for modern communications.

The internet notwithstanding, have we moved on from the seventies at all? Like then, the same fundamentals of liberty and governance are still at stake and the apparatus of state security runs rampant and unchecked. Unlike then, the shady doings of the deep state don’t get much serious coverage on TV, dramatic or otherwise. Technology is such that it is now virtually impossible to check rampant spying. and the laws so written that any attempt to do so is in itself an offence.

On the whole I’d say we trust government about as much now as we did thirty or so years ago.. The difference then is we thought we could do something about it. Now we know we can’t.