Long time, no speak. Time for a bullet point blog.
- How could anyone, anyone, have any faith in the leadership qualities of George W. Bush in the light of the devastation wrought by Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans and the subsequent response? Bumbling incompetence on a massive scale from the top down. This man is clearly not suited to the highest office in the world – I wouldn’t trust him to sit the right way round on a lavatory. Four years on from 9/11 and the US government is still totally unprepared to cope with any major catastrophe. Nero fiddled while Rome burned; Bush played the guitar while New Orleans flooded. Clinton was impeached for getting a blow job; Bush floundered while people died. Shame it’s not an election year. . .
- By barely beating Wales and losing to Northern Ireland, the England football team have once again shown themselves to be a collection of vastly overpaid, underperforming, prima donnas. Sven, meanwhile, has the tactical nous of beef dripping and all the passion of a pumice stone. Doesn’t give us much hope for Germany 2006 does it? If we even get there.
- Still, there’s always the cricket, which seems to be bursting everyone’s hymens at the moment.
- Christopher Hitchens v George Galloway, NYC, Sept 14th. Oh, how I would LOVE to see this. Hitchens is a legend. I hope he wipes the floor with him.
- By considering a flat tax for the UK, the Conservative Party have put me in hitherto unexplored territory: being genuinely interested in one of their potential policies. This is something that, if done right, really could benefit everybody. Except, perhaps, several thousand public sector accountants at the Inland Revenue. But I can’t see anybody weeping for them, can you? Then again, Will Hutton begs to differ and has subsequently contradicted every positive thing I’ve ever read about it.
- Excellent – a new look Guardian, in Berliner size. Now I no longer have to plump for The Times or The Independent for my morning read on the train. Broadsheets can at last be consigned to the dustbin of history. Unless you’re a Daily Telegraph reader, that is, in which case you can be consigned to the dustbin of history.