Govt. of the living dead

Lord Mandel son of Dracula makes a return

I bet you thought that a cabinet shuffle was meant to bring in fresh faces, and rejuvenate a tired collective of people who had run out of steam and the will to carry on. Well Gordon Brown today turned that theory on it’s head as he created a government of the living dead, bringing older experienced corpses to finally bite and suck the lifeblood out of the Labour Party. It was, in my view, an extraordinary display of poor judgement.

This isn’t a new fresh approach, this isn’t a ground breaking attempt to rejuvenate and renew, this is little more than a lurid horror story, it’s a “Little Shop of Horrors”. Regression of the of the highest order and it looks and feels as though the influence of Alistair Campbell is there, along with Derek Draper, all the architects of NuLabour back spinning for their lives, the only one missing is the man whom voters recently declared was capable of beating the Tories at the next election – one Mr. (very well paid) Tony Blair!

Yes, the Prince of Darkness, Peter Mandelson has plenty of experience, the former member of the Young Communist League knows just what it takes – in order to resign! He retired as councillor in Lambeth in  1982, disillusioned with the state of Labour politics, he resigned as Trade Secretary in 1998 over the non declaration of a loan from millionaire Labour MP Geoffrey Robinson, but made his way back into Blair’s cabinet the following year as Northern Ireland Secretary. However in 2001 he resigned from the cabinet again over unproven allegations involving an Indian businessman who was seeking British citizenship.

Also being brought back from the dead is Margaret Beckett, who surely looks as though she died thirty years ago!

The comings and goings today have begun to look like a George Romero film, it’s a shocker of a horror B movie, “Day of the dead”, to remind us that NuLabour has indeed died and that the nocturnal creatures will once more inhabit 10 Downing Street, the undead stalk Whitehall, and the stench of a corpse hangs around Gordon Brown like a tattered decaying old grey overcoat.

No new life to see here, move along now, and make way for the government of the living dead. Just when Labour needed the exhilaration and feel of a fresh breeze on their face, they get the thick hanging murky mist that  infiltrates and dampens all enthusiasm, what an opportunity missed.

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