Wednesday 5 September 2012

Laughing at a Clown

George Galloway; now there’s a name to conjure with, the Member of Parliament for Bradford West, formerly of the Labour Party and now of Respect.  In some ways he’s the modern political equivalent of the actor and director Erich von Stroheim, of whom it was said in his Hollywood heyday that he was ‘the man you love to hate.’  Galloway is the politician so many love to hate, an accolade, I feel sure, which brings him a particular delight. 

Douglas Murray, writing in the Spectator, talks of the sheer awfulness of this man; and, yes, he is awful, an unprincipled, ugly opportunist who latches onto any cause that will serve to advance GGG, the Greater Good of George.  A sort of socialist at one moment, and a sort of Muslim at the next, it really does not matter what the façade or the fraud is; it’s all to the good.

Do I love to hate him?  He certainly gives me the creeps, never more so when he appeared on Celebrity Big Brother.  To see him pretending to be a cat was one of the great cringe-worthy moments of modern broadcasting.  Even worse was his appearance on the same show dressed in a tight leotard, his balls, not to be coy on the point, on clear display.  Oh, yuck, yuck, yuck.  It put me off sex for a week! 

Yes, he is one of the creepiest people on the scene, but I don’t hate him; he really attracts no positive emotion at all, other than a general background noise of low level disgust,  humming away.  He is occasionally referred to as ‘Gorgeous George’ for reasons that wholly escape me.  There must be something here, though what exactly I simply don’t know. 

Surely there must be something, something beyond the piggy eyes and the cruel mouth, because he persuaded enough of the benighted voters of Bradford West to send him back to Parliament, a measure less of his political skill, I suspect, than the intelligence of the voters of Bradford West.  Are they all window lickers, I have to ask?  Please be patient; an explanation will follow, not one that will be needed by Gorgeous George

Licking, yes; he rather likes licking.  In his cat guise he pretended to lick milk from the hands of a woman.  Politically he has established a reputation for licking the arse of this dictator or that tyrant, once notoriously saluting the indefatigability of Saddam Hussein, something he’s rather tried to weasel out of in his inimitable weasel-like way. 

He’s gone on to praise such enlightened figures as Iran’s Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Mr I’m in a Dinner Jacket, as I like to call him, and Syria’s Bashing Bashar al-Assad.  Ah, follow the money, always follow the money, Gorgeous George having followed it all the way to Lebanon, where he is reputedly receiving £80,000 a year for intermittent appearances on a television show with links to Iran and Syria.  Not bad work if you can get it and he has got it.  There he is, saying that he doesn’t like jihad in Damascus but he would be all for it in Jeddah.  Perhaps the Saudis might consider a better offer? 

Back home his latest come-hate-me spat concerns the use of the expression window licker, or windae licker, to use his own Scoticism, to describe disabled people.  It’s not an expression I’m familiar with but I understand its use is considered a cardinal sin.  I’ve since read that the term was voted the third most offensive that could be used relating to disability in a poll run for the BBC's Ouch! disability talk show in 2003. 

So, now you know.  I have no idea what one and two are but they might also have some thing to do with licking, hands, perhaps, and backsides.  So far as I can see the only triple licker is George himself, a talent that he has perfected to a fine degree.  His windae expression caused a lot of windy comment about hate crime blah de blah, something that doubtless pleases him, all the more power to his politician you love to hate image. 

People are far too serious.  George is a much misunderstood man.  Please see him for what he truly is, the court jester of modern politics, dancing for your delectation and delight.  The mature reaction should be laughter, not hate, the appropriate response when faced with a clown.  


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    1. Yes, there is, or there was. I think she's of Palestinian origin.

  2. Seems very like every other professional politician to me, just more open. At least he's not a lawyer.

  3. Galloway won in Bradford because he plays to Muslims, and is a principle Quisling-figure in the beard-and-burqa colonialisation of Great Britain. Personally I don't love to hate him, I just hate him in the same way as my parents/grandparents hated Haw-Haw and Casement. Amazing that it was a matter of "sexual etiquette" that brought him down, when he panders to a people who don't recognise the role of a woman's consent in sex at all.

    1. Joe, what amazes me is his resilience, his Dracula-like ability to emerge time and again from the political crypt. I suppose it's in part the pulse of modern politics, the mediocrity of a profession in which Galloway appears as a dash of colour.

      I take your point about Casement and Joyce. Galloway is just another traitor, but he does not even have their excuse.

  4. Ana:

    Gallaoway is quite creepy, no doubt about that. However, let me ask you your view on the following question: Is he worse then Abu Hamza (aka Captain Hook)? - - Eagerly awaiting your always respected views on these weighty issues.
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    1. GW, I'm surprised that I've said nothing hitherto on Hamza, either here or the other sites I contribute to. I'm about to correct this oversight thanks to you. Look and see. :-)

  5. As a follow-up to my previous question Ana, do you think it is beyond the pale to show my six year old a picture of Abu Hamza and tell him that's who comes for disobedient children?