Don’t tell me that you think it’s green: me, I know it’s red

Perhaps there are some market ideologues who think that the money men can do no wrong.  But I tell you this right now: I am not one of them…

We admire the drive and the enterprise of so many people in the business world…

But I say this too: if you take risks, then you must bear the cost.  If you pay yourself sums far beyond what anyone else does in any other walk of life, then be prepared to lose it when you make mistakes…

Unlike New Labour we are not bedazzled by big money.  We respect wealth creation but unlike New Labour we don’t fawn over it…

We will put sound money first…

No more fiddling of the rules… Chancellors will be forced to behave responsibly with the public finances or face the public consequences.

A little game I like to play: watch a politician get himself into a wholly unnecessary pickle and then go back and read their last major speech to see just how much of a hypocritical little shit he is…

Another little game I like to play: always check to see what The Really Great Journalist Jeff Randall has to say on the subject.  Just five days ago, he was calling for Mr. Osborne to put himself about a bit:

This, surely, is George Osborne’s moment…  George, get your trousers on. Liven up. Your country needs you.

Really, you couldn’t make it up.

U-S-A! U-S-A!

There were many admirable things about General Colin Powell’s interview on Meet The Press yesterday, not least his eloquence (there’s that word again) despite his scarcely concealed fury at the antics of some of his Republican colleagues in seeking to smear Barack Obama’s character across the living room walls of America.

First, his cool dissection of Sarah Palin:

She’s a very distinguished woman, and she’s to be admired.  But at the same time, now that we have had a chance to watch her for some seven weeks, I don’t believe she’s ready to be president of the United States, which is the job of the Vice President.  And so that raised some question in my mind as to the judgment that Senator McCain made.

It’s easy to dismiss this as little more than has been said by anybody with an ounce of intelligence over the past two months, but this man has been a personal friend of John McCain for almost a quarter of a century.  He’s basically publicly calling his friend a wanker.

This same sentiment was echoed beautifully by the Kansas City Star in its editorial this weekend endorsing Obama:

Despite his age and previous health problems, McCain chose a vice presidential candidate who is so clearly unqualified for high office that the thought of her stepping into the presidency is frightening.

That irresponsible decision casts serious doubt on McCain’s judgment at this point in his political career. And over the past eight years, Americans have come to know, all too well, the high price of carelessness and ineptitude in the White House.

Ouch.

Best of all, though, was Powell’s direct response – the first of which I am aware by any American politician, black or white, red or blue – to the smears about Obama’s religion and ethnicity.

I’m also troubled by, not what Senator McCain says, but what members of the [Republican] party say and… permit to be said, such things as, “Well, you that know Mr. Obama is a Muslim.”

Well, the correct answer is, “He is not a Muslim, he’s a Christian.  He’s always been a Christian.”

But the really right answer is: “What if he is?  Is there something wrong with being a Muslim in this country?”

The answer’s no, that’s not America.

Is there something wrong with some 7-year-old Muslim American kid believing that he or she could be president?

Yet I have heard senior members of my own party drop the suggestion, “He’s a Muslim and he might be associated with terrorists.”

This is not the way we should be doing it in America.

Spot on, absolutely superb and precisely what should be said in the face of such ludicrous claims – in stark contrast with McCain simply grabbing back the microphone from Crazy McCain Lady and shaking his head when she babbles on about Obama The A-rab.

Hard though it may be to believe, Ms. Palin and Messrs. Bush, Cheney and McCain, but patriotism is not the preserve of Ivy League-educated, pasty-faced, good ole white boy WASPs.

For all the, ahem, terminological inexactitudes that fell from Powell’s lips at the United Nations in 2002 and 2003 in the run up to the invasion of Iraq, in one seven-minute Sunday morning interview the man has rescued his reputation in a manner the likes of which Clare Short can scarcely conceive.

It’s like meeting a Tory and discovering you like them as a person.*

* I hypothesise, of course.

Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in

Again, it’s not just me, is it?

Should you actually deign to read this rubbish, you find that the text of the article bears little, if any, resemblance to the headline:

At least 12 top Premier League football stars are secretly gay.

The superstar dozen are even scared to confess their homosexuality to their team-mates.

At a forum to launch an anti-homophobia campaign, pundit and ex-England Under-21 star Paul Elliott, 44, said he knew 12 top current players who were gay.

The ex-Chelsea defender, who advises the Equality and Human Rights Commission, said he would never reveal the names.

Even by the standards of someone like pornographer Richard Desmond, owner of the Daily Star newspaper, this is pathetic.

A small drop of hope…

After all that is distasteful about the underhand campaigning and the counterintuitive, faintly pathetic strategy of the McCain camp, there is something to be said for the two guys to be able to stop campaigning for one evening, sit down to dinner and poke gentle, genuinely witty fun at eachother, themselves and others.

Loving You Has Made My Life Sweeter Than Ever

I awoke this Friday morning with a metaphorical spring in my step – I had a day’s leave from work.  My mood quickly slumped when I realised today was also my 37th birthday.  To cheer myself up I dragged my Motown t-shirt over my head.

Pottered around, did a bit of this and that, had a relaxing and nice enough day, went to the movies this afternoon with the Minster’s Wife.  Saw Burn After Reading - not one of the Coens’ finest but watchable enough and funny in places.  (And incidentally “Pete” Bradshaw, your comment “Exasperatingly, the fundamental plot-point of how Cox’s CD finds its way into the gym is fudged” is complete bollocks.  It slipped from Cox’s wife’s lawyer’s secretary’s gymbag – there was a whole scene about it.  Duh!  You get paid to watch movies: why don’t you actually watch them, dipshit?)

Got home, switched on the 6pm Radio 4 news to learn that Levi Stubbs, the lead singer of The Four Tops, died in his sleep this morning at his home in Detroit.

Now it’s obviously not up there with the loss of a family member but it’s taken the edge off this particular birthday, I can tell you.

I still don’t really know what I want to say, except that for me Levi Stubbs stands with Otis Redding, Marvin Gaye and Aretha Franklin as one of the four definitive soul voices.

There are many other phenomenal singers who play a large part in my life, but those are the four to whom I have returned time and again in my 37 years and 18 hours on the planet to date.  Whatever else I may regret about my words, thoughts and deeds over that time, I don’t regret a single second spent listening to those four singers.

Perhaps I just want to say what I hope someone will say about me when I’m no longer here: thank you, Mr. Stubbs – your life has made my life a better experience.


The Four Tops in 1966
(L to R: Abdul Fakir, Levi Stubbs, Lawrence Payton and Renaldo Benson)

I denounce and condemn, sir, your paralinguistic adroitness

When exactly did eloquence become a distasteful trait, something to disdain and ridicule rather than admire or aspire to?  Did I miss that meeting?

Twice last night, McCain sought to damn a man seeking the Presidency by belitting That One’s abilty to communicate.

On paper, it looks fine enough:

Well, you know, I admire so much Senator Obama’s eloquence. And you really have to pay attention to words.
[...] Just again, the example of the eloquence of Senator Obama.

But on radio or television, you get the full sense of sarcasm dribbling incontinently from McCain’s mouth and down his jowls.

By seeking to scorn the fact that Obama can string together a coherent sentence, choose his words carefully and successfully employ nuance, McCain must surely be suggesting that he himself does not possess such distasteful attributes – though I’m buggered if I know how this weakness in speaking is supposed to make McCain more electable.

Personally I would place “ability to communicate” in the top half-dozen attributes needed in someone running for a role as an elected head of state, but what the fuck do I know, my friends?

Jesus, I wish Bill Hicks were still alive.

Over and out

Well, that’s a bit more like it.  That was almost a debate.  There was almost engagement.  There were almost specific details about policies.  (Kudos to the moderator, Bob Schieffer of CBS, for asking some good, direct and succinct questions, for widening the scope from “just” the economy and Iraq and for striking the right tone throughout.)

And – listening on radio, and contrary to the immediate reaction on the main US news sites – I’m going to call the evening for McCain, albeit very narrowly.  It was by far his best performance of the three “debates”, he gave it a decent crack, and I give him credit for trying valiantly (and apparently sincerely) to defend his disastrous choice of running mate (apparently she’s qualified to be Vice President because she has an autistic child).

He certainly got in the soundbite of the night: “Senator Obama, I am not President George Bush. If you wanted to run against President Bush, you should have run four years ago.”  As spontaneous and natural as a Scotch egg, but a nice one, nevertheless.

But it wasn’t enough by any stretch of the imagination – not least because he fell into That One’s trap, even if the Ayers Moment didn’t actually quite scale the anticipated dramatic heights.

McCain spent the 90 minutes attacking Obama on a consistently personal basis, despite him (presumably) knowing that all polling evidence has demonstrated electors’ disdain for constant personal attacks.  There were times when McCain sounded angry (I have no idea how he looked, what his body language betrayed or whether he actually managed to look That One in the eye at all this time around) and barely able to contain his contempt for his opponent.  Unless those earlier polls were wildly inaccurate, it’s hard to see how that approach will have done much but turn people off.

That One, in contrast, sounded only marginally less laid back than a Dido ballad.  For the large part when he was attacked, he did not react – he explained.  Instead of mouthing platitudes about new dawns for America “my friends”, he said that things were in a mess, problems could not be solved overnight and that public investment would be needed to start to turn things around.  (Joe The Plumber didn’t get any false assurance that his tax bill – as the earner of a mere $250,000-$280,000 a year – would fall under an Obama administration: bravo, That One.)  With the exception of a couple of fluffed lines, he was calm and rational – in short, he sounded presidential.

Further, it’s hard to see how even the dumbest of American voters can fall for McCain’s repeated, contradictory claims that (a) he will bring The Change for which Americans are apparently crying out, and (b) as a United States Senator for the past 21½ years, he has had nothing to do with the errors of recent years.

I was a little disappointed that That One didn’t have a nice soundbite ready in response to the Ayers question.

My personal choice would have been, “I was eight years old when WIlliam Ayers was engaged in deplorable acts I have always condemned.  When you were eight years old, John, Adolf Hitler was still occupying most of western Europe.  I don’t seek to claim you are culpable for World War Two.”

That may, however, explain why I’m not running for US President…

Either way, the debate was played out against 24 more hours of stock market turmoil.  There’s only one story in this election (to date), and that story has spiked every gun McCain has.

I am aware that there are probably not too many fat, middle-aged British lawyers blogging about American presidential politics at 4.30am.  I have some self-awareness.  I am not proud of myself.  I need some sleep.

Twiddley-dee, twiddley-dum: look out baby, ’cause here I come

Tonight is the last of the three “debates” (sic) between the candidates for the Presidency of the United States of America.

Last week, That One™ goaded Honky:

I am surprised that, you know, we’ve been seeing some pretty over-the-top attacks coming out of the McCain campaign over the last several days, that he wasn’t willing to say it to my face. But I guess we’ve got one last debate. So presumably, if he ends up feeling that he needs to, he will raise it during the debate.

Any politician with half-an-inch of brain and three millimetres of history should be able to deal with that one by leaving the issues of That One’s “links” with William Ayers and Rev. Jeremiah Wright well out of tonight’s debate.

Honky apparently has neither half-an-inch of brain nor three millimetres of history:

I was astonished to hear him say that he was surprised that I didn’t have the guts” to bring up Ayers, McCain said on KMOX, a St. Louis radio station.  I think he is probably ensured that it will come up this time.

Whoopsie.  Can’t wait to hear That One’s clearly well-planned response.  (Wonder if it has anything to do with Palin’s links to a church that actively seeks to convert Jews to Christianity?)

But it’s symptomatic of McCain’s current inability to do anything other than in response to That One’s words and actions.

Last week, That One’s campaign (and, mercifully, some independent commentators) suggested that McCain might want to tone down the hateful, inflammatory, and at times racist, rhetoric being employed by some of his more rabidly unhinged supporters.

24 hours later, McCain grabbed back the microphone from one of the Angry Mob who called That One “an Arab” and the cries of the nutjobs seem to have abated for now.

On Monday, That One unveiled his 73rd economic rescue plan of the month.  24 hours later, McCain unveiled his new economic rescue plan in response.

There is a malaise of confusion within the McCain camp that has been well documented on the other side of the pond.

Several party leaders said Mr. McCain needed to settle on a single message in the final weeks of the campaign and warned that his changing day-to-day dialogue — a welter of evolving economic proposals, mixed with on-again-off-again attacks on Mr. Obama’s character — was not breaking through and was actually helping Mr. Obama in his effort to portray Mr. McCain as erratic.

“The main thing he needs to do,” said Vin Weber, a former Republican congressman from Minnesota, “is focus on a single message — a single, concise or clear-cut message, and stick with that over the next 30 days, regardless of what happens.

“He’s had a lot of attack lines. But it’s time to choose.”

Likewise:

Voters are looking for a leader who might help rescue them, not a reckless gambler whose lurching responses to the economic meltdown (a campaign “suspension,” a mortgage-buyout stunt that changes daily) are as unhinged as his wanderings around the debate stage.

It’s almost possible to feel sorry for McCain.  He was by a country mile the best Republican candidate in 2000 and should have beaten Dubya hands down.  It’s a genuine shame that someone so qualified for the candidacy (though not, I contend, the office itself) should have had to spend eight years kicking his heels, watching a clown in a cowboy outfit fuck it up so spectacularly, only to have to try to pick up the pieces at too advanced an age and after way too much shit has gone down.

John McCain has been aiming for the White House for a quarter of a century and it is primarily events outside his responsibility that have only fairly recently thrown him off course.  It’s only within the last few months that his own behaviour can be cited as partly responsible for the spanking he’s seemingly going to get at the polls.

Nevertheless, there is only one candidate now setting the agenda and – with any luck – tonight should see That One land the final sucker punch that Honky appears so keen to walk onto.