Brown -Lost Leader

Never glad confident morning again! Just for a handfull of euros he shaft us,just for a ribbon to stick in his coat,found the one gift of which taxes bereft us,lost all the others - but let us not gloat.Marx and Engels watch from their graves...

This one eyed basilisk glowering in the dark, the darkness he carried around with him, was always Salieri to Blair's Motzart,playing second fiddle,fulminating with seismic sulks at his political eclipse,festering,planning for the day he would wear his master's crown.The hubris was waiting in the wings.Almost as soon as he set stumbling foot in 10 Downing Street the cracks started to appear.Unlike Blair he could never make a failure into a sucess with a few short spun sentences.The clunking inelegant gauche social autistic one lacked the magicians verbal conceits and sleight of hand.

As we watch the Greek tragedy unfold the sad fact is we have a pretty decent man way out of his depth,elevated beyond his capacity floundering like a fish out of water.New Labour was always a political defiance of gravity,an illusionist act,a linguistic trick, an ideological fudge,a giant confidence trick pulled off by sheer dint of political will,devoid of substance or rationale, sans substance,sans principle,sans everything.

For Brown it was always a case of obsfuscation means never having to say you're sorry.Even now he cannot bring himself to say the word re the 10p tax debacle,Having created the byzantine tax system how appropriate that he should have become its ultimate victim.They say most political careers end in failure but in Brown's case it actually began with failure.This is a politcal car crash, a bloody carnage and the only thing you can do is avert your eyes and not intrude into personal grief.