Across the pond

Gordon Brown, as a son of the manse, has been talking to God all his life. It was God who told him not to fight his long-time Labour Party colleague and friend, Tony Blair, for the Labour Party leadership, at their famous dinner in a posh Islington eating place. It was God, who told him that Tony was in touch with the feely touchy world of the late twentieth century.

So while Tony Blair, did what his God told him what to do, namely to kneel down in prayer, with the youthful, George W Bush, and ask His guidance. Blair got the message.

Whether it came from God - or whether it was a result of his more mundane political judgment - that it was best to be onside with the President of the US of A, I know not.

But I do know, that Blair took the British people into a war to get rid of all those weapons of mass destruction, which Saddam Hussein was alleged to have. A war in which many people have died, including Yanks and Brits, but the the majority have been citizens of Iraq.

And I do know that Brown burned the mid-night oil in the Treasury helping his old chum, Blair, by making friends with all the powerful City bosses who were distrustful of New Labour, as they were of Old Labour.

So Brown, from his post in the Treasury, proclaimed the Gospel of un-regulated capitalism. And, made sure that New Labour should let them continue to rake in their millions.

No doubt, Gordon Brown, every night when he prays to God, repents of his sins. And tells Him that he is truly sorry for his part is supporting the money lenders, whom he should have thrown out of the Temple.

But, when he talks to the people, he refuses to say ‘sorry’. He tells them that his problems, and our problems, arise from huge forces outside his control.

What we used to call, Acts of God.

But the rest of us know that the present crisis came from the acts of human beings, many of whom, spent quite as much time chatting to God at the end of the day, as do Gordon Brown, Tony Blair, George W Bush, and, maybe, Barack Obama.

Far be it from me to intrude into their personal lives, but, as I understand it, democracy requires politicians who to listen to the voice of the people.

Despite the enormously favourable press Gordon Brown has received since he has been devoting his energies to saving the world, the British people do not want him to be the next Prime Minister.

They prefer the Old Etonian, David Cameron, with his none free market attitudes.

He feels compassion towards those who were, ‘not to the manor born’. The British electorate warms to him, because he is less of a threat to them, than the nasty self-seeking capitalists, whom Gordon Brown supped with.

So, tomorrow, Gordon, let’s hear from you the kind of thing you say to God.

I don’t want you to walk through the streets of London in sack cloth and ashes, having custard pies, or the kind of green slime thown at Peter Mandelson, in your face.

But it would be helpful if you actually confided in us, the voters, as well as God.

Admit your mistakes.

And tell us how your current policies are informed by what you have learnt from the mistakes you made in the past.