POLITICIANS can reveal more about themselves in a throwaway remark than
in 100 speeches and
interviews.
Tony Blair has pretty much perfected his "straight kinda guy", caring,
sharing, everyman routine.
Only very occasionally are we granted a peek behind his painted smile.
For instance, take his ill-judged, unscripted "tally ho" jibe at the
start of his disgraceful "forces of
conservatism" tirade at the last Labour conference.
This was a deliberate attempt to belittle the thousands of decent,
ordinary men and women who had
travelled to Bournemouth to protest peacefully and legitimately at the
government's anti-countryside
policies.
It was a rare glimpse of the real Blair, a vindictive, intolerant man,
full of contempt for those who
dare to disagree with him.
He is a cynical politician who has carefully cultivated his image both
at home and abroad.
But once in a while, the true character of the Prime Minister breaks out
like a blackhead through
the greasepaint.
Which is why I was fascinated to read an interview with Blair in an
American news magazine
published this week.
It is a broadly sympathetic piece written by Robert Harris, a close
friend of the Prime Minister. I
shan't bore you with too many of the details.
You won't be too surprised to learn that Blair is finding the job
tougher than he expected, is looking
forward to the bay-bee and still thinks he can bounce us into the euro
in two to three years.
But there was one paragraph which made me sit up and take notice.
Harris recalls that during the last election campaign, Blair feared the
Tories might still win by
playing the "xenophobic card".
Now what the dictionary means by xenophobic and what Blair means are two
different things.
The dictionary defines xenophobia as an irrational hatred and fear of
all things foreign.
Blair, of course, has an irrational love of all things foreign and an
irrational hatred of all things most
of us think of as British. He's got a sort of reverse xenophobia.
To the Prime Minister, like the Mad Hatter, words mean whatever he wants
them to mean. In Blair's
book, a xenophobe is someone who wants Britain to remain an independent
nation, with its own
laws, own parliament and own currency.
And, Harris reports, Blair said with a shrug: "If that's the sort of
country people want to live in, then
f*** them."
Harris included this quote to illustrate Blair's hatred of isolationism.
But it started me thinking. And what we have in those few words is not
so much a throwaway
remark as Blair's entire political philosophy.
This is the F*** You government.
This isn't Pretty Straight Kinda Guy, this is straight out of Goodfellas.
You don't agree with him?
F*** you.
You don't want homosexuality promoted in schools?
F*** you.
You want to keep the pound?
F*** you.
You don't want to be ruled by Brussels?
F*** you.
You don't think Scottish MPs should be allowed to vote on English issues
when English MPs are
barred from voting on Scottish affairs?
F*** you.
You don't believe the police are institutionally racist?
F*** you.
You don't think hundreds of terrorists should have been released without
a single weapon or stick
of explosive being surrendered?
F*** you.
You don't think Peter Mandelson should have been reinstated to the
Cabinet with such indecent
haste?
F*** you.
You don't want the House of Lords replaced by an upper chamber full of
Tony's unelected cronies?
F*** you.
You don't want compulsory metrication and the use of pounds and ounces,
feet and inches made a
criminal offence?
F*** you.
You think tax on petrol and diesel is extortionate and should not
increase any more?
F*** you.
You think Labour Party members should be able to choose their own
candidates for London Mayor
and the Welsh assembly.
F*** you.
You think the Prime Minister should pay for his own holidays?
F*** you.
On issue after issue, Blair has nothing but contempt for public opinion.
Opponents are subjected to ruthless smear campaigns. He will use any
means at his disposal to get
his own way.
You don't like it?
F*** you.
Are you talking to me?
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Then, f*** you, too.
Dial M for Swansea