You’ve probably* remarked on the fact that I’ve written nothing whatsoever on the glorious triumph of democracy and suffrage that has been our General Election - that’s largely because I couldn’t possibly hope to compete with the armies of “bloggers” wanking on endlessly about it already. Actually, the most prominent political “blogs” are really nothing of the sort; instead, they’re very slick semi-professional operations in constant contact with both shadowy figures within party machines, and like-minded commentators in the press and media. Before anything ever gets “blogged”, there’s a big discussion between the three corners on which bit of the party line they’re going to articulate. Once they’ve all agreed what to say and complimented themselves on how clever it is, the topic gets posted, and they then use the comments sections to further agree with each other and compliment themselves a bit more on how clever they’re being, making sure that they lend legitimacy to themselves by linking to each other’s stories which are saying exactly the same thing. Finally, they invent portentously-named political blog awards (which they vote on themselves, obviously) in order to once again ram home the fact that they agree with each other and compliment themselves on how clever they’ve all been. Basically, political blogging is little more than a huge, constantly-throbbing bum-licky circle-jerk emanating from two tiny cadres of arseholes; snot-nosed Eton’n'Magdalen brats in the secret employ of Rupert Murdoch on one side, and cocaine-socialist London-bubble labourites on the other. Shower of self-serving, crap-peddling toss-pots, the lot of them.
… where was I? Oh yes, the election last night; bit of a bummer all round, apart from the Green victory in Brighton. It could be argued that ALL THREE of the main parties have ultimately been rejected in some way - which is quite a feat on the part of the electorate, especially given the fairly high turnout. It might not be all bad if we get some sort of electoral reform; I wouldn’t even mind too much if Cleggy got into bed with old halibut-in-condom-features Cameron if PR is on the agenda as a result, even if it’s only a referendum. Dunno, really. It’s all a load of old bollocks anyway.
Sorry, I ran out of steam a bit there, didn’t I? I suppose in future, I’d better leave political blogging to my superiors….
(* - actually, you probably haven’t.)