Planet Galloway Revisited

Passive aggressive is George. Menace bubbling up from the potemkin village facade of calm. Very small people have this characteristic; agression to compensate for their physical Short comings. This partly explains the human repository of venom and hate that is Galloway. But only partly.

Yesterday his listeners on Talksport were invited to 'look back in anger' over the Thatcher years. They duly obliged. And then some. At one point amongst the many catalogued failures of Thatcherism Gorge included the tories 'care in the commnunity' programme. As many of those released from mental hospitals onto our streets semed to be phoning in and sending him texts and emails , perhaps he was right on that one.

'Anger' is the key word here. It is the bread and butter of the left. They couldn't function without it. Perhaps this is why they sympathises with the camel shaggers, sorry, Arabs. Still, it is not a good look. No sir. Listening in last night was like being a fly on the wall of a mental asylum where all the inmates think they are Napoleon. A hermitically sealed 'conversation' was going on with its own internal logic, rules and language than which nothing could penetrate. Horrifying yet strangely fascinating.

Of course, as someone here recently pointed out, one takes one's sanity in one's hands just listening to this sort of thing. But someone's got to do it. Like keeping the sewers clean, scraping human remains off motorways, the twitching corpse of leftism has to be observed and monitored and the findings subjected to analysis for the health and future survival of the human race. Guess I have my work cut out for the forseeable future...