The Final Cut

As Gordon Brown slowly falls to political death, an article in the New Statesman asks which of Shakespeare's stricken protagonists he resembles – Hamlet, Lear or Macbeth?

As for me the Prime Minister with his heavy build resembles a bull in the ring.  The picadors have pierced him here and there, the matadors have taunted him, the crowd has been bawling, but shaking his blunt head and still not aware of his inevitable fate, he staggers on fighting.  His lurching about in a dazed second wind is painful to witness.

You want someone to have the guts to end this botched and bloody business.  The Tories, when they brought down Thatcher, showed some panache and elegance.  A few quick slashes, and that was the end of her. 

I put it down to the urban background of the Labour Party.  Urban folk take their cancerous cat to the vet, prolonging the poor beast's pain.  The countryside Tories know that you put a wounded animal out of its misery.   

Comments

[impossiblesngs]

Hi Rosie, just as we were saying last night, the Labour Party don't quite know how to get out of this - with Gordon dying like some heavy wounded beast, they have to swallow their own tail every twenty years or so, then throw it up.

[Rosie]

I need some diagrams to understand that image. In fact, I need footage and commentary from David Attenborough. What kind of animal does that?

[impossible songs]

No idea, I may have been drunk at the time of posting then again the labour party defy the laws of nature with their ongoing antics.