COMBOVERS CAN’T HIDE BALD TRUTH
THE problem with combovers in politics is they too easily become metaphors.
If Neil Kinnock was prepared to create the illusion of follicular wealth on top of his head, what other illusions would he have us believe?
Might his policies be as threadbare as those thinning strands teased in an easterly direction over his crown? Wisely, the then-Labour leader did the decent thing and stopped fooling himself and failing to fool us.
Donald Trump has fashioned a far more elaborate denial of baldness – maybe the most elaborate one in the world. It is a great wedding cake of a thing, a stupefyingly complex arrangement of hairs possibly several feet long and held in places they have no business being with industrial quantities of stiffening goo.
No one understands quite how he manages it but everyone knows it’s a cover-up of monumental proportions. This week, as he boarded Air Force One, a big gust of wind revealed vast expanses of bald truth.
And the hair was a metaphor for an entire presidency. A DEEPLY thankful Highland wife this week paid tribute to the rescuers who brought her ‘idiot of a husband’ home alive and well from 4,295ft Ben Macdui. Her man, experienced and well equipped for the hills, did all the right things, raising the alarm with his mobile then digging a snow hole with his friend and huddling together for warmth as a team of 24 searched for them. Still, idiot of a husband just about captures it.