Two Love Stories - *Updated*
Two tales of the sweet, sweet love between New Labour and the Neo-Cons. first of all, George loves Tony
"Like any relationship, it has grown and matured over time," said Bush. "The first thing about Tony Blair is that he is a very charming, engaging person. He goes out of his way to make a person feel comfortable. He speaks clearly and plainly. He's willing to share feelings about a variety of issues. I initially, right off the bat, was impressed by his grasp of issues."
I felt so comfortable with him that it was actually relaxing to be around Tony Blair.
And on and on
Interestingly, Bush confirms that:
"I saw his clear view and his strength of character. And that's when he told me, 'I'm staying, even if it costs me my government.'
That's why we went to war - because Tony himself decided not to take the opt-out offered. Not parliament, not the Cabinet, but Tony.
But in this interview Tony can feel proud as Bush describes him as "a good thinker", aleit not a great one. Who could not feel a warm and fuzzy feeling in their hearts when a giant like Bush describes them like that.
In our second tale the Neo-Cons say why they love the Euston manifesto. Somehow we just knew they were made for each other.
And to confirm, the right of sensible Michelle Malkin also loves the eustonites.
Actually, make that Three
Actually, make that Three Love Stories, Michelle Malkin loves the Eustonites too...
Poor old Norm Geras is
Poor old Norm Geras is unhappy with the quality of the criticism of the Euston Manifesto:
Such stuff, while it's not worth answering, is worth registering - as the symptom of what might be considered an anomaly. Widely characterised by its critics as containing banal generalities and political pieties, its criticisms of a section of the left dismissed as applying to nobody much beyond the SWP and Respect, the Euston Manifesto does seem to have got a lot of people rather agitated. Funny that, such a no-account document generating so much electronic noise. It's always possible, I suppose, that the noise merely derives from the fact that, even though the manifesto is of no account, there are plenty of people who have nothing better to do with their time than to spend it on saying so. Still, they're bothered enough to do that. Shame.
Stepping away from the playpen now, though not too far from it, let us look at one or two lines of criticism that at least give the appearance of containing an argument...
Considering the reputation
Considering the reputation Bush has as great thinker, then his calling Blair a good thinker isn't really saying that much.
Michelle Malkin, right of
Michelle Malkin, right of sensible? More like she's to the right of sane.
Eustonites, a word to the wise: if Michelle Malkin doesn't hate you and want you to die, that's a clue you're doing something wrong.
Michelle Malkin considers a
Michelle Malkin considers a large part of humanity to be 'moonbats' because they dare to think and disagree with the neocon agenda. She's recently been in the do-does from both right and liberal commentators for publishing personal contact information for student activists from "Students Against the War' (SAW) protesting against military recruitment on campuses on her blog and refusing to take that information down despite requests to do so after SAW activists listed received death threats. People like Malkin are forever screaming for all manner of minority fringe voices to be given public exposure in the interest of 'balanced' coverage of ignorant inanities. Her support for eustonites is neither here nor there except for her image as someone au fait with world affairs among a readership whose claim to fame is that they are not moonbats.
This link is for fun - play
This link is for fun - play it, listen to it - its set to the tune of Lennon's 'I am the Walrus': http://decider.cf.huffingtonpost.com/
Malkin did single us out as
Malkin did single us out as being Moonbats when we published the Craig Murray telegrams.
We were soooo hurt.
"One evening in October,
"One evening in October, when I was one-third sober,
An' taking home a ‘load' with manly pride;
My poor feet began to stutter, so I lay down in the gutter,
And a pig came up an' lay down by my side;
Then we sang ‘It's all fair weather when good fellows get together,'
Till a lady passing by was heard to say:
‘You can tell a man who "boozes" by the company he chooses'
And the pig got up and slowly walked away."
Cheers
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