the great baker off
A couple of weeks ago a pal of mine asked about buying a ‘hybrid’ bicycle. He had considered both a road bike and a mountain bike but had concluded the skinny tyres and knife-edge seat on the former were too extreme and plush suspension and muddy-nature of the latter unnecessary. Hence, something in the middle was ideal. He wasn’t happy to hear my view that a ‘hybrid’ did nothing well, it was not set-up well enough for the road and could never be even shown to a towpath let alone anything more challenging. Middle for diddle? Middle for diddly-squat more like.
Which brings me nicely round to the subject of the Lib Dems. Not far enough to the right for the Cons or UKIP and nowhere near the left of Milibungle’s Labour should mean they’re ideally placed for the nation’s ‘liberal’ middle ground. Sadly they’re about as relevant as the hybrid, neither one thing nor t’other. And what’s even more galling is that they still think they’re important and that’s why they’re not.
Just in case you missed it, or have completely forgotten about it, last week saw Lib Dem MP Norman Baker resign from the Teresa May’s Home Office. The ambivalence was deafening. And who’s replaced him? Nah, I’ve no idea either, and doesn’t it just feel a million miles away from tory boy Clegg’s wildly optimistic electioneering statement that they were here to educate the British public about how effective coalitions can be. In fact, there appeared to be more sympathy for this government’s iron lady in having to have worked with the self-styled beat-combo musician Baker in the first place! Besides assuming the lofty position of becoming the country’s most embarrassing ‘dad-dancer’, Baker’s only noteworthy facts are that he believes in UFOs and thinks we should all take them much more seriously, together with sincerely assuming David Kelly and Robin Cook were bumped-off by the State’s powers-that-be. Even his own party appear to be distancing itself from him at a pace similar to that of an escaping flying saucer.
And the rest of the crowd appear to be doing no more than fiddling whilst Rome burns: only Nick Clegg believes the country has a deputy PM, super smug Danny Alexander continues to wag the Chancellor’s tail, Vince ‘Postman Pat’ Cable’s legacy will be his great Royal Mail give away and Chris Huhne’s arrogance and self-importance quite rightly got him banged-up! Oh, how they sold their souls for a seat at the table of power.
