Monday, 3 September 2012

One step to the right, everyone, now sit your new places


There's a cabinet reshuffle

I know this is obvious, but I have to ask: if the reshuffle makes things better, presumably that means putting people in the posts where they will be most effective, efficient, and do the best job on our behalf (we're paying them, after all), then why were they all in the wrong posts, not doing the best they can as a collective until now? Why wait for a periodic changing of the guard when, say, a bloke with a blunt scapel, out of date Anadins, and no knowledge of which side of the elastoplast has the sticky stuff on it is naffing up the NHS, and (I'm trying to think of another really inappropriate description, but 'Gove' and 'education' and Jeremy Hunt (rhyming slang) and 'anything' keep coming to mind, and there's someone else available who might just be a little bit slightly less bad?

Now, we're officially in double-dip recession, everything economic is going to hell in a handbasket, we keep getting told that cuts and efficiencies are the only way out of the mire.

Here's a photo of the cabinet, meeting for some obscure reason (and not a cheap PR photo opportunity, no way, man) at the Olympic Stadium.

















In terms of setting an example, in terms of practise what you preach, in terms of leadership by example, in terms of...well, in any terms, a committee where one end of the table is in a different time zone to the other, a committee so large and unwieldly as to be rendered absolutely ineffective send the wrong message. How do the bloke at this end in the grey suit and the mush at the other end in shirtsleeves talk? Even using radio communications there's going to be a long time delay. This sends a message to the country. The message is:

Up yours, were alright, Jack. The rules are for you lot, plebs, and they don't apply to us, the great and the good.

A couple more around the table and they'd need a bigger stadium. How many holes to fill the Albert Hall?

The new justice (or something, I started losing the will to live and began stuffing my ears up with whatever came to hand in the end) chap has no legal background. Jeremy Hunt's successor at Culture and Sport is an even bigger Philistine and physical dyslexic than him. Osborne, who is so stupid that he pitched up at the Paralympics days after dirty tricks with disability benefits and wondered why he was roundly booed, remains at the helm of the good ship economy as it accelerates towards the rocks. Reshuffling, but the pack consists entirely of jokers.

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