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The convenience of war

The Prime Minister must be thanking his lucky stars that IS exist. So, for that matter, will the Cleggster and possibly even Milibot (though maybe to a lesser extent). All quietly breathing sighs of relief and raising a glass to those wacky murderers Islamic State.
You will recall that, not so long ago, there was a referendum for independence in Scotland, which was pulled out of the bag for the status quo by a little bit of last minute panicking and bandying of promises.

I, too, have been known to make promises I can’t keep for the sake of keeping the peace, so I know whereof I speak. They’ll have woken up the morning after and thought “I said I’d do WHAT?” Predictably, depressingly, with a crushing ineivitability, bickering ensued. The whole wearying roundelay of jockeying for position and clambering for advantage creaked along and nobody but nobody said anything concrete about how they were going to y’know, do the things they’d said they’d do. It was looking a touch awkward. There was no sign of a parliamentary motion.

But what’s this? Ooh, bombs! Planes! Shiny stuff! A motion’s already before Parliament to bomb Iraq (again), amazing how quickly they can pony one up when they have to. And now of course lots of middle class blokes in suits get to look stern and serious and talk about the need for immediate action, the media loses its shit and everything else can just be quietly kicked into the long grass.


  1. It really saddened me to go down to my local paper shop the other day and see, on almost every front page, pictures of the war planes ready to take off. It was like a death mosaic, where every headline was a happy 'let's bomb the f***ers to kingdom come!'


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