Cameron’s party is now humiliated and broken thanks to him
YOU may have picked up on the big Westminster saga this week that left millions in despair and shamed the country.
Yes, Jeremy Corbyn’s coat. Or as every right-wing bile-spiller called the raincoat he wore over his suit, on a rainy day, at the Cenotaph “a cheap and scruffy anorak which insulted our fallen heroes”.
Well, if Michael Foot can earn his stripes as a commie spy and a Remembrance Day tramp, why not Corbyn?
The row rumbled on until Thursday when, despite the Tories cackhandedly ripping themselves to shreds and trying to drive the country they vow unending love to over the Dover cliffs, a leading columnist in The Times penned a diatribe about the man in the “£79 M&S hooded raincoat”.
As though most men in Britain would view a £79 coat as cheap.
Behind Corbyn at the Cenotaph, Tony Blair showed the way of a true patriot by wearing an expensive black, woollen coat which matched his expensive tan and sombre expression. That’s showing proper respect you see.
You may be directly responsible for sending hundreds of young men and women to their deaths in a futile, arguably illegal war, but at least you know what coat to wear when you’re remembering those pointless deaths.
David Cameron was no slouching private either. He stood to attention beside Blair in a black Savile Row number, doing his country proud as he did when he marched us into battle against the Brexit he created, then deserted the second that battle was lost. Lest we forget.
This brave chap has always known that it ain’t what principles you wear but the way that you wear them. It’s been bred into him. Remember when he told Corbyn in the Commons as he struggled to defend his party’s wilful destruction of the NHS: “My mother would say... put on a proper suit, do up your tie and sing the national anthem.”
It was the classic upper-class patrician retort when cornered. Look down on a man’s clothing and question his patriotism. But as Cameron’s party, like his country, now lies broken and humiliated thanks to him, who can he look down on? Whose patriotism can he question?
With the layers of Brexit lies peeling away, the public anger towards the man who gambled all our futures in the arrogant belief he could solve the Tory right’s obsession with Europe, is mounting.
Rarely is his name spoken without Danny Dyer’s accurate four-letter description of him thrown in. Social media never tires of repeating Cameron’s infamous tweet at the 2015 General Election: “Britain faces a simple and inescapable choice – stability and strong Government with me, or chaos with Ed Miliband.”
Even the usually mildmannered Lord Melvyn Bragg has branded him “contemptible” and “a wimp” and asked “who the f*** does he think he is?” I think Cameron now knows who he is. Someone who believed he was born to achieve the impossible and be hailed the greatest Tory leader since Thatcher. But whose reckless vanity managed to achieve a different kind of impossible. Becoming the most despised Prime Minister since her.
And I really hope, at the Cenotaph, that Tony Blair hugged him close to his black designer coat and thanked him from the bottom of his heart for that.
He fancied he’d be the greatest Tory leader since Thatcher