Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it.
Anyone who thinks that the white-faced comments from one political coward, or the scripted seeming-modesty of one failed chief deserve anything other than contempt, is willfully ignoring what they have done. At least in the quotation from Macbeth above the treacherous Thane of Cawdor “confessed his treasons” and “implor’d pardon” and expressed “deep repentence” – but that was literature. Unfortunately, in Europe in 2016, we are dealing with what is laughingly referred to as reality.
Anything other than odium lavished on the selfishly parochial Cameron as he wryly accepts that he has to leave the position that he thought he would be able to solidify by his callously gambling with the future of the nation that he was supposed to be serving is obnoxious. He recklessly used the future status and well-being of the United Kingdom as an easy casino chip thrown away on a throw of the dice, trying to cement his position in the contemptible party which he thought he led. He was a disaster, and his forced smiles as he made his final jokes is nothing more than a calculated insult to the nation that he has failed.
Wherever he goes from now and until the end of his sad days he should be treated with the contempt that he richly deserves. His positive achievements (which I recognize) become irrelevant compared with his great betrayal. He is little more than a traitor and the fact that he can smile amid the ruins that he has created is disgusting.
Which is also and adjective that I would apply to the whole of the Conservative Party.
There is nothing more infantilizing that watching (we are, after all, mere junior spectators and should, apparently, be grateful that we are even allowed to observe) the Conservative Party in full halloo after their tradition prey: POWER!
Their hands still smeared with the spinal fluid from daggers plunged deep between vertebrae of erstwhile friends, these shameless assassins have the temerity to preach to the population about progress and equality in the chaos that they have created.
Prime Minister May (sic) will be judged, in the short term, by who she choses to include in her ‘government’. There are a few litmus test choices: will she include the blond, lazy, loquacious, lout? The egoist who helped precipitate this disaster? Will she include the Minister for ‘Justice’ – proven liar and treacherous colleague? Will she include any of the utter bastards who have made her (anyone’s) job in the ‘new’ disunited kingdom so much harder? Will any one of that disreputable crew have the guts to offer a sincere apology to the country that they have offended? Well, they are Conservatives, so that sort-of answers itself.
And what of the Labour Party? They (it?) have taken internecine fighting to a new level of destructiveness. At the best of times the present disunity of the Labour Party would be vicious self-indulgence; at a time of national emergency when they should not only be taking the authors of our misfortune to task, but also presenting positive ideas for the stability and progress of the nation – in such times, the present laughable chaos is completely unacceptable. Except of course in these bizarre times, after a referendum campaign notable for its lack of decency, truth and basic reality, anything goes. The more I think about the full import of Brexit, the more I fear that the grotesque monster that is Trump stands more than a reasonable (!) chance of making all the way to the White House. I hope to God not; but then I didn’t think for a moment that Brexit could appeal to a majority of thinking voters. So what do I know!
And, I went for a swim with my mobile phone in the pocket of the shorts that I was wearing when I plunged into the pool. And it wasn’t waterproof. And even after a night in a bag of dry rice it doesn’t work. And I’ve had to buy another one. I am not quite sure how I am going to blame this disaster on Brexit, but I will think of a way to do so and I will be fully justified in so doing.
Roll on something to smile about!