How to Become PM By Doing Nothing at All : Wait for A Balls-Up

UPDATE: Didn’t I just tell you? Scroll down to the last para….

I predict, right here and now, that Alan Johnson will be the next leader of the Labour party. I’m even willing to put a fiver on it, as I did on John Major, and I was right about him too.

Oi, you lookin' at my dispatch box?

So why, you may ask, am I featuring a picture of Ed “So what?” Balls? Because if anything’s likely to cause the final implosion of Gordon Brown’s government and a change of Labour leadership it’s Gordo’s weakness for Balls and his desperate hanging onto the 10p tax rate cut to prove his virility.

I can’t deny I wish I’d seen the alleged bustup, as reported by the Telegraph, between Balls and Demon Headmaster/ Justice Secretary Jack Straw, if the other intra-Labour party scraps I’ve seen in local government and the unions are any guide, if only for the chuckles.

In my experience they’re vicious rather than violent, and if they do get physical it’s actually quite pathetic – much pushing and grunting or flapping ineffectually at each other until someone intervenes. Rarely it’s an actual fistfight, unless someone’s knocking off the other’s partner or similar and/or enough intoxicants have been consumed to remove inhibition. (But I can’t see it, or maybe I just don’t want to: any sexual combo of Straw, and/or Ed Balls and fellow cabinet minister and partner Yvette Cooper doesn’t bear thinking about. For god’s sake, the mental picture of Straw and Condi Rice was bad enough.)

Straw has a massively inflated ego, as befits a former Stalinist and Friend of Presidents so I’m inclined to think it was Straw having the hissyfit if David Blunkett’s diary is to be relied upon:

June 2001

The most bizarre part of the day was a conversation with Jack Straw [who] asked if officials could put their telephones down – civil servants routinely listen in to conversations between ministers regarding formal government business – so that we could talk privately. He then launched into this tirade about my having wanted his job and what had happened on the day of the launch of the manifesto. I said: “Hang on, Jack, you know perfectly well that it was No 10 – it was nothing to do with me.” In fact Estelle Morris had had the same treatment, so I suppose he could blame her for wanting my job. He then said: “You have drawn a line. It is year zero from June 7. You are overturning everything.”

I don’t think that the relationship between Jack and myself ever recovered.

If Ed Balls weren’t such a complete arse, I’d say well done for puncturing Straw’s self-important vanity.

But Balls is representative of the callousness and casual nastiness of attitude that Brown brought into office with him, as he showed during a recent budget debate on the effect that 10p tax rate would have on low earners:

The Minister had interrupted just after the Conservative leader had warned Britain was woefully ill-prepared for the troubled economic times ahead and now had the highest tax burden in our history.

Hearing Mr Balls interject, Mr Cameron replied “‘So what’, says the minister for children. I know he wants to be Chancellor so badly it hurts.

“I have to tell him – another Budget like the one we have just heard and he won’t have to wait very long.”

Later, as Mr Balls continued to shout excitably, the Tory leader added: “I know he is the minister for children, but he doesn’t have to behave like one.”

Mr Balls claimed last night that he had only said “so weak” as David Cameron was outlining the tax burden in what had escalated into an embarrassing row.

‘Great Clunking Fist’ Brown likes his men hard and he especially likes Balls – ” Friend and foe agree it was always difficult to know where Brown ended and Balls began”. The public loathes Balls, Cooper his wife and all their works, including their massive salaries and expenses. This has done Brown no good at all and he’d better beware, too; his protege may be plotting against him, at least according to the Evening Standard, whose sister paper, the Daily Mail, featured this photospread of Balls with his new BFF Andy ‘Mascara’ Burnham:

Political animals Ed Balls and Andy Burnham at play

Andy and Eddie in a tree….

How much truth there is in that report I do not know, but Gordon Brown might well believe it, plagued by doubt and insecurity as he is. He’s currently, desperately, trying to salvage his own political manhood by clinging on to the 10pence tax band even though his party despises him for it.

Why they have a problem taxing the poorest I don’t know. It’s perfectly consistent with what they’ve done in government so far- I suppose it bothers them because it removes their last fig leaves of conscience.

I suppose the story could be a PR stunt by new Brown PR guru Stephen Carter, planted to flush out traitors, but again that’s unlikely given the Mail’s noted antipathy to all things Brown.

This appears to be a government just waiting to implode and Balls may just be the catalyst that starts the final chain reaction. The London mayoral election can only accelerate the process.

Don’t get your hopes up, though. It won’t mean we’ve got shut of New Labour, not unless an election is called or there’s an overwhelming vote of no confidence, and if the Labour Party needs a new leader, I doubt they’ll call a general election.They didn’t for Brown and in any case they daren’t risk it.

But who would this likely new leader be? Harriet Harman? Dawn Primarolo? Cooper herself ? Those cooing martinets of incompetence offend women and men alike. Straw? Iraq – enough said. Hillary Benn? Not unless technocracy gets sexy all of a sudden. One of the Millibands? Surely they can’t’ve finished their work experience already….

You see what I mean. Who’s left that hasn’t pissed everyone off, but Alan Johnson?

I Has A Brainwave

Gordon Brown and his walking incompetence of a Home Secretary Jacqui Smith (I just bet she puts a little heart over the ‘i’) are desperate to roll out biometric ID (already proven insecure) in the teeth of all opposition.

But because of that opposition, they plan to do it by stealth, by imposing it on resident foreigners, airport workers (whatever happened to ‘no-one will lose their job through not having the card’?) and students, whilst all the while spinning this creeping compulsion as a series of pilot schemes.

The project will begin in November with compulsory ID cards for foreign nationals. Within three years all new foreign applicants arriving in the UK will have to have a card. British workers in sensitive jobs, such as airport staff, will have to enrol from 2009.

It’s not going to go well.

But I’ve had a brilliant idea: since New Labour think the whole ID card idea is so fine and dandy then why not – in the light of recent invasions of parliament by protestors – start by issuing cards to their parliamentary colleagues, lobby journalists, political apparatchiks and various spouses and assorted hangers-on and compelling them to be carry the card at all times when in Parliament? What better way to show their faith in ID cards?

I’m sure all these entirely trustworthy people will be perfectly happy and’ll have no problem with providing fingerprints, iris scans, DNA samples and all the other 50-odd separate bits of information required for the card while cheerily forking out the necessary hundred pounds for the privilege of doing so.

I’m sure they’ll be fully in support of the massive national database and petty bureaucracy that’ll be required to support the scheme too.

Won’t they?

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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Nu Labour: Unemployed? Let’s make you homeless as well

Here’s the latest brainwave from the thickies that form Brown’s cabinet. If you’re unemployed, on the dole and living in a council house and want to keep it, you’d better find a job:

Up to a million people in social housing, including those on council estates, should be expected to actively seek work as a condition of their tenancy, the new housing minister, Caroline Flint, proposes today.

In her first interview since becoming housing minister, Flint told the Guardian that unemployed tenants should also undertake skills audits.

The pockets of joblessness that exist in council house areas would also be tackled by opening up more jobcentres, some run by the private sector, on the estates themselves.

In one telling paragraph, Flint revealed that “she was surprised by figures showing that more than half of those of working age living in social housing are without paid work – twice the national average”. Until then, she had always thought most unemployed people had second homes in Devon or Cornwall.

Which might explain why she thinks it’s a good idea to make the unemployed homeless as well, because obviously that dramatically enhances your chances on the job market. Employers trust you so much more if you put “no fixed abode” on your cover lettre. And your children will certainly benefit from all that fresh air!

But perhaps Flint can be forgiven for this idiocity; after all she’s the latest in a long line of Nu Labour career politicians and hence cannot be expected to know how the real world works.

UPDATE: what a surprise: Downing Street “distances itself” from Flint’s brainwave.