Gordon Brown: Reasons to be Very Scared

This is serious stuff. The Daily Brute takes off. Quite a moment.

I don't plan to start this new, super improved blog with anything other than a substantial bang.

So, straight to the point.

Gordon Brown is the most frightening man in British politics since ... well who?

The scary thing is there is almost no one to compare him to. Lloyd George comes close. Harold Wilson might have measured up had he been less obviously devious. For my money, the only man to rival him is Cromwell. And that really is frightening.

Who, what, why is Gordon Brown? What does he mean? What does he want? What is he up to?

Don't take this lightly. This man has the potential to change all our lives.

Only the most seriously deranged can believe he will change them for the better.

That he is obsessively driven is self-evident. That he would like us to belive that this inner drive stems partly from his sternly improving childhood in Scotland, partly from his innate conviction that he alone understands what the country needs to become simultaneously richer and fairer is equally clear.

We are accordingly subjected not just to Gordo the Stern Statesman but Gordo the Moralist. Gordo the Great Steersman looms.

Actually, what we are really dealing with is not a moralist but a politician.

But not just any old politician. Gordo, in ways that are properly unprecendented, combines everything that is worst about old fashioned socialism with everything that is worst about politics as it is practised today,

There is a key point here. Brown is an unreconstructed socialist. He believes in the state. More particularly, he believes in the state as it is presided over by him. It's not just the man in Whitehall who knows best. Brown knows best. There is, for him, no problem so intractable that it cannot be solved by a combination of his higher intellect and his approval of the necesary finance. I am not exaggerating.

That by any rational measure this is rubbish simply does not register on his bullet-plated sense of self-worth or on his unshakeable belief that he cannot possibly be wrong. There are serious shades of Cromwell here.

But this is also a man who has been a party to the most relentless political spining ever known in Britain. He understands it. He has not just been party to it. He has been a key author.

The result is a hideous combination of sanctimonious and astoundingly expensive socialism wrapped up in earnest tones of self-improvement made possible by endlessly cynical, generally brutal, self-promotion.

He is not a nice man.

Don't say you haven't been warned.

More follows.




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