Dead Men Left

Friday, May 06, 2005

Historic victory and unseemly gloating

Oh happy day. Blair crippled, Howard resigned and Galloway elected. Vindication for the anti-war movement.

But first, a quick and unseemly gloat. (Magnanimity be dammned: these people deserve absolute contempt.)

Ha ha ha!

Ho ho ho!

Jeremy Paxman, sneering personification of the liberal media consensus, was despatched to tackle Galloway shortly after his victory. Oops:

JP: Have you ever heard of Tony Banks?
GG: Yes I have, yes.
JP: Right, Tony Banks was sitting here five minutes ago, and he said that you were behaving inexcusably, that you had deliberately chosen to go to that part of London and to exploit the latent racial tensions there.
GG: You are actually conducting one of the most - even by your standards - one of the most absurd interviews I have ever participated in. I have just won an election. Can you find it within yourself to recognise that fact? To recognise the fact that the people of Bethnal Green and Bow chose me this evening. Why are you insulting them?
JP: I'm not insulting them, I'm not insulting you
GG: You are insulting them, they chose me just a few minutes ago. Can't you find it within yourself even to congratulate me on this victory?
JP: Congratulations, Mr Galloway.
GG: Thank you very much indeed. [Waves, removes microphone]

On a slightly less ha ha you bastards note, Galloway and John Rees both made moving speeches at about 6 o'clock this morning, standing in the back-room of a Brick Lane curry-house in front of a crowd of jubilant Respect supporters. John spoke of his family's part in the labour movement, and how his parents had fought, like so many other Labour Party members, for a better world. After decades of defeat and treachery, the apogee of which sorry history is Blair himself, there was now a new force to represent and fight for the aspirations of ordinary working people in Britain.

Yes, he's only one MP - but so was Keir Hardie. You have to start somewhere.

Normal service resumed when the headache clears, including the sensational inside story of how we delivered Wapping for Respect (sort of), an affecting account of the sunrise over Whitechapel, varied tales of great wonder and diverse amusements, &c.