On The Road In The Kingdom Of Fear

My Love for Big Brother

I am well aware that Big Brother is disgustingly vapid television, offering little if nothing in the way of intellectual stimulation. However, as a vehicle to open the public’s eyes to the vile George Galloway it has been a godsend. I have long been beating the anti-Galloway drum, trying to educate those fawning over him about the various crooks and dictators to which he offers his political support. Nothing I could do, however, has been quite as effective in showing people the real Galloway as locking him up for three weeks with television cameras constantly rolling.

It is a shame that it has taken a bust up with Barrymore, Preston and Chantelle for vast swathes of the public to turn against him. One would think saluting Saddam or telling the Syrian people that they are “lucky” to have the dictatorial regime of Bashar al-Assad would be the final nail in his political coffin. Unfortunately the British public has allowed this man to survive. Equally, it is rather sad that his idiocies in the house have been given more attention than his apologies for fascism. When asked by Rula Lenska, "Was he [Saddam] hated by the ordinary [Iraqi] people?" He replied: "Not at all; not at all”. The same opinion polls Galloway quotes when the Iraqis say they want the American troops out of their country show that 97 percent of Iraqis hate Saddam.

Despite the bittersweet nature of his demise, I have gained great pleasure in watching him humiliate himself. I watched him dance the ‘robot’ behind a cushion as he jerked around in his red leotard: he looked like a plucked turkey with haemorrhoids. This was only bettered by his cringingly awful cat impersonation. I really feel for his constituents. Where was their MP when they needed him? After spending weeks in the U.S., months on the road around the UK (incidentally missing a Terror Bill vote, won by the Government by the margin of one, on an amendment which he himself campaigned for) he then decided to spend three weeks satisfying his own inflated ego (and his bank balance) in the Big Brother house.

While sparing a thought for the residents of Bethnal Green and Bow, I at least, have got tremendous pleasure out of his humiliating antics. Seeing him booed then watching his face freeze in a desperate grimace as the dozens of headlines dedicated to him came up on the studio screens was pure bliss. Paxman's contemptuous missive capped this off wonderfully. On E4 John McCirrick summed it up perfectly: “did you see him coming out of the house, it was like Ceausescu coming out to make his last speech, thinking the crowd was cheering him.” Where the U.S. Senate failed, it was his own hubris that finally destroyed him. Big brother, for showing Galloway’s blustering, bullying and sheer vindictive deviousness to the general public, I not only love you – I salute your courage, your strength and your indefatigability.

posted by Alexander Try @ 7:18 pm