by Dan Hodges
The terror. The stomach-churning, sheet-drenching, palpitation-inducing fear that gnaws at the heart of the people’s party.
At night it infiltrates our dreams. During the day it invades our subconscious.
He could come back. They could come back. We could lose our party once again.
Tony Blair. New Labour. Once they were a leader and political program; successful ones at that.
Now they are bogeyman. Tales to scare the children. Anthony Charles Lynton Blair – our very own Keyser Soze.
The Labour party has been seized by a form of progressive McCarthyism. Beneath every bed lieTory traitors. Within every closet lurk Blairite counter-revolutionaries. In every basement there are secret cabals yearning for a return for the lost leader, David Miliband.
The local elections were a great result, say the true believers. We have a mountain to climb, but we have at least reached base camp. Ed has only been in post eight months. Give it a rest, and him time.
Then the terror finds a voice. The Blairites are agitating. They are plotting. Keyser Soze is coming for us again.
