'That was the week, that was....'

 

Back in la-la land, the UK media is giving plenty of coverage to the slow-motion train-crash that is Mitt’s campaign. It seems to me that the O camp need do little but sit back and let Mitt make the bullets for them to fire.

 

But it looks as if O himself has a big problem with the emerging horrific story of the murder of the Ambassador.

 

We have obviously been fed a lot of porkies by the spinners from the White House. First we were told that he had been killed instantly when a RPG hit his car as he was going to a safe house. Then we were told that he was asphyxiated when the consulate was torched and take to hospital where a doctor tried to revive him. Now it is clear from a video taken at the scene that he was dragged from his car, murdered, and his body paraded round.

 

Now O is faced with ‘What are you going to do about it?

 

The Israelis would already have done ‘it’.

 

But are we seeing a wind of change in Islamistan?

 

The Economist today felt that the President of Libya did not have either the force or the bottle to tackle the militia responsible for the murder of the Ambassador. As it turned out, his action was not needed because the people themselves threw the villains out into the wilderness. There were  many placards mourning the Ambassador.

 

The latter reminds me more of General Gordon than Lawrence of Arabia. He was more driven by conscience and righteousness than by strategy. He was probably looking for martyrdom and he certainly got it. His legacy was to mire us in Middle Eastern politics for the next 100 years.

 

Andrew Mitchell has dropped himself in deep merde by cussing the Downing Street cops because they wouldn’t let him take his bike into Downing Street. For Gawd’s sake, No. 10 is only a step from the security gate. Why could he not have left his bike with the bobbies? And why is the Bill complaining? One of them may well have made a bob or two by selling the story to the meeja. It will all be forgotten by 2015

 

Andrew has the reputation of being a hard case, which is why he was made Chief Whip – to put a bit of stick about. I guess he will watch his Ps and Qs hereinafter.

 

There is talk of ‘resignation’. I doubt it. The Muppet who messed-up the Murdoch Sky takeover, a far worse offence, got a bigger job!

 

And the proposed merger between BAe and EDAS is turning into a wonderful power-game. It would create by far the world’s biggest aerospace/defence operation, with 220,000 employees, far bigger than Boeing. The Pentagon is said to be rubbing its hands at the prospect of a bargaining chip against the US manufacturers. Congressmen will no doubt start chewing the carpet at the very thought of Johnny Frog getting an ‘in’ to US defence contracts. French, German and Spanish politicians will be aghast at the prospect of the new giant being de-politicised when the Government lose their golden shares.

 

Finally we have had the hilarious silly-season ruckus over the Royal Boobs. The house belongs to Lord Linley, Wills’ uncle. It is so far away from the point where the pic was taken that it is difficult to see it at all. (The more serious security issue is that it could have been a sniper rifle instead of a telephoto lens).

 

So we had the Red Tops spitting with indignation, they who on average produce 10 bristols in every issue.

 

'We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one of its periodical fits of morality'.