Labour's latest TV party political broadcast again features shirtsleeved man-of-the people "I share your pain" Ed "reaching out" to the downtrodden squeezed middle and their children whose futures are now, he says, being trashed by the infamous cuts.
This is somewhat rich,- or should we say poor,-from a man who with his attackdog travelling companion the other Ed ( who seems to be being kept out of sight in the local elections campaign, presumably for fear he might scare the voters) was 110% involved in their master, Gordon Brown's years of borrow and spend for eight years (2000-2008) before any banking crisis hove into view. He was then happy to build up a runaway annual budget overspend with enormous interest payments to be met out of current expenditure far into the future thereby leaving our children in a far worse financial position than any cuts could achieve. Flying in the face of all the evidence, not to mention common sense and the ability to understand basic sums , never mind arithmetic, he just doesn't seem to understand or accept the realities of the dire financial situation he, Balls and Brown left behind in May last year. He then has the effrontery,- or Balls one might say,- to offer the country more of the same. He must assume that the nation is suffering from serious mass amnesia or that it is too stupid to see that a further period of Labour rule under its Brownite clique would risk total financial devastation.
Terrifyingly , there is the possibility of his assessment of the nation's gullibility might just be right, but here we veer into nightmare territory.Let's not think about it.
ps The commercial also contained a fleeting repeat of one of those shots of cuddly Ed flashing through the countryside on a train,- with the First Class headrest covers removed to reassure us that he would never dream of travelling anything other than Standard. After all one has to demonstrate that one is indeed sharing our pain.We look forward to the series of travel shots extending to Ed gasping for air while strap hanging on a packed and static underground train at the height of the London rush."Too much too soon " could be his last gasp as he slid to the floor."Too little too late" might come the retort.
