Friday, January 6

A proper Charlie

I have never heard so much misguided self-serving pompous nonsense as the radio (R5 and R2, and R4 in its analysis stuff) is foisting on us today. The utter rubbish, and the invasiveness of it too, about Charles Kennedy is making me feel sick - and I know that's an over-used phrase but today it's true. I feel sick.

And if there was an election tomorrow I would vote for the LibDems because of his truth. I know it's a bit of sudden reaction, and over time my feelings will mellow, and I may even float my vote somewhere else. But I shall certainly pay more attention to the LibDems that I have in the past. I shall listen to them with an open ear, not the closed one of the past.
I now see them as a party that has a connection (albeit only vague, but better than the alternatives) to the truth, led by a man who has had the courage to face his own demons. And wouldn't it be a change to be led by a courageous man?

How many lies has Tony Blair told us over Iraq. Or education (private v state). How many lies do politicians tell us daily? Dozens? Hundreds? And I'm not talking about seeing the world differently here, I am talking about MPs who actually bury their own world view and tell us something other than that which they truly believe.

They are all liars to an extent (I know, I lived with the offspring of one and walked among them for a while). What gives a single one of them the right to position themselves as suitable to pass judgment on Charles Kennedy?

Kennedy has ripped himself open and exposed something very deep and painful, and yes, I know it's because he had to. But nonetheless it is done. And it was done well, with great dignity. I think he deserves (more than) some respect and a bit of space. For what it's worth, he has my whole-hearted support in his long battle.

I only hope he is successful. Despite his 'friends and colleagues' at work; aka twats.

Update: am I going mad here or is it the world? Now 25 of them have threatened to resign if he doesn't. I say let them go.
And someone tell me if I'm being daft, but: if he'd had a different kind of illness... cancer, say, caused by smoking, say, and hid it from the prying, sneaky, underhand, bully boys of the press, would not every single one of those 25 hypocrites each be queueing up to offer their hands and support 'in this difficult time'. My message to CK is fuck each and every one of them. You done good yesterday. You can do more good tomorrow. Keep on keeping on.



PS. Suggested reading includes 'Sobering Up' in The Times (T2). A sobering experience.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh god, I might have to rush off and buy The Times now, to see what sobering up is all about

won't apply to me, since I don't do alcohol or other fun stuff, but might help me understand some people I know a little better? might it?

in wholehearted agreement with you about the lovely Charles K; always liked him; will continue to do so

do you listen to the radio a lot then?

the Beep said...

Radio - all the time: R4, R5, R2
I switch if: Veg talk, Hometruths or You and Yours come on. If the play is crap (often) and if an American reads the morning story in a faux sincere 'warm' voice. As today.
I switch R5 if fighting talk comes on, Victoria Derbyshire, Allan Rob, Alan Green, Jonathan Greening etc
I switch R2: J Ross (yeeeeeuch), after 7pm (Archers anyway) and usually after about 5 minutes of Wogan. Also for many of the stand-in Dj's who are. let's face it, weak. I like Johnny Walker and, yes, Steve Wright. But I didn't used to. I'm aging fast. Catch me before I start to dribble and smell. Please.

It's just I knew Alice (sobering Up) when she was an alky. I'm not an alky. Don't even drink that much - despite what I may boast, I go most days without it. I am actually ditch water.

I didn't like her one little bit. She is a babe though. I might like her now - sober. But I suspect nothing will induce her to like me. We were like two cats everytime we bumped into one another in the pub (me with lime and lemonade - she with a drink and attitude), there was a lot of spitting and scratching. She was foul to everyone, and a walking STD at the time. I hope she's cleaned up in all ways!

I can be nice. I just chose the other path.