So this is the way New Labour ends – in a shower of immorality. Sure, the expenses scandals were bad enough, but Brown could wriggle out of those; promise a review; and wait for the revelations to appear about Tory and Lib Dem MPs. But Damian McBride and “Smeargate” is something else; something altogether more final. The public is getting its clearest glimpse yet into the workings of the Brown machine. And it’s a grim sight.
It’s always puzzled me how Brown has managed to perpetuate the “son of the manse” shtick. Read any biography of the man – I’d recommend Tom Bower’s – and the truth is clear: his is a political career built largely on gangsterism and deceit. Yet there’s always been this abiding impression that he’s just industrious ol’ Brown, getting on with the job. That’s why the ad-men could produce those “Not Flash, Just Gordon” posters in 2007, and why he could take over from Blair with excited talk about “no more spin”.
But now that the inner circle of bruisers, opportunists and freaks has been properly exposed, all that lies shattered.
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