Zen 210: Dignified departure for Brown ... my arse

Everyone has roundly congratulated outgoing Prime Minister Gordon Brown for the manner of his departure, describing it as "dignified". I beg to differ. The grubby little man squirmed, wriggled and clung on until his cold, (politically) dead fingers were prized from the tiller of state, and only when his position was so thoroughly untenable he was in danger of becoming an absolute laughing stock did he finally have his 'Hitler moment' and pop a cap in his own ass.

So let's not confuse dignity with just feeling sorry for the misguided, incompetent bastard. Sure, it was a "very human moment", but bear in mind that this is the man who has led us from disaster to disaster without ever passing 'Triumph' or collecting his £200; who leaves a legacy of inept social engineering, economic blundering on a Herculean scale, an unprecedented erosion of civil liberties and a record of misguided overseas adventurism unequalled since the high water mark of Empire (not ours, Mussolini's); and a man with the personal leadership qualities of a Hungerford Bridge tramp just cracking onto his second 3 litre bottle of White Lightning for the day.

It wasn't dignified, but it was a blessed relief. So in that regard, well fucked off Gordon. Not a moment too soon.