First of all, Gordy has lost all sense of proportion. Whenever anything unfortunate happens and is heavily reported in the media, he has now decided that he must promise "change". This means that, in addition to everything else he has got on, he now has to find time to prevent a small child ever being abused by a parent and to prevent anyone ever raping a relative again. This is silly - of course they are hypothetically laudable ambitions, but they are also impossible, and he knows it.
Second of all, El Gordo and his puppet chancellor Alistair "Captain" Darling have decided to sell the whole country down the river because they're determined to be seen to be doing something about the inevitable recession (inevitable, of course, because of their terrible stewardship of the economy). In particular, they have decided to something immensely expensive (knock 2.5% off VAT) which will make no real difference. I know this, because I asked an expert: me. Me, I said, will you now go out and spend more money because Captain Darling has reduced VAT to 15%? No, I replied, it won't make a tiny bit of difference, especially since he has carefully made sure that the fun stuff, like whisky, won't be any cheaper. So why all the extra borrowing to finance it? And why punish those of us who are actually working by putting up National Insurance contributions?
Thirdly, Gorders has developed a messiah complex. Everything he does now is as a sort of superhero, come to save the world. And from what? Mostly things of his own making. His current behaviour is disastrous - both for the economy of this country in years to come and for any chance of sensible reactions to unfortunate, isolated incidents. He can't save Baby P, he won't save the economy and he should do the only sensible thing and leave well alone. As P.J. O'Rourke so incisively put it, "Giving money and power to the government is like giving whiskey and the car keys to teenage boys". Trouble is, Gordy B has already got through a bottle of Old Moorhen's Shredded Sporran and is currently attempting to drive the British economy backwards up a motorway in rush hour.
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