FraserWords

I’M torn about this one: on the face of it, the news that the United Nations is to investigate the lying liar Iain Duncan Smith’s reforms of welfare payments to disabled people because his vile legislation violated basic human rights is splendid news.

I can think of several things that would cheer me up immensely: of those that do not involve whores and cocaine, there remain:

1: The imminent prospect of the establishment turning its spite upon Jeremy Corbyn should he become Labour leader, which will be good for a laugh (the left will never be permitted to win in this country until the take-take-take generation that inherited the riches created by socialists, and then sold them to the bitch Thatcher, are dead and gone, so we might as well have a chuckle at an apoplectic Daily Mail in the meantime).

2: The lying liar Iain Duncan Smith receiving his just desserts. Rarely can so talentless a man have caused so much trouble: his peevish, vindictive, money-grubbing bullying has caused enormous pain to the people he’s attacked – the people he’s attacked being the weakest of the weak, of course, because bullying filth like the lying liar Duncan Smith never take on the  big boys, like corrupt bankers or tax evaders or arms dealers or, perish the thought, lying politicians, do they?

If driving the poor to greater poverty; if forcing the sick to suffer more; if denying help to those who need it most; if being the cause of suicide among the despairing; if refusing help when the level of help requested is easy to give; if adding to the sum of human misery; if those things are crimes against human rights then the lying liar Iain Duncan Smith is the bangest-to-rights criminal you could possibly imagine.

The thought of that vindictive little bully stepping into a prison yard is one that never fails to cheer me up. How I would love to see his smirking, self-satisfied lying face in the dock, forced to listen to the testimony of witnesses who have fallen victim to his cowardly policies.

But on the other hand, and obviously, people in smart suits will schmooze and wine and dine their way out of this and even if the UN raises the question, the British Press will loyally leap to the defence of the lying  liar, who will get off scot free, which will be vexing.

But in the meantime it does the heart good to know that the wider world looks on the shabby little deeds being perpetrated by this shabby little government and its shabby little bullies just as we do, brothers and sisters. Well, just as most of us do.

And we have history to comfort us: the verdict of time will be harsh on the lying liar Iain Duncan Smith. Justly harsh.

Now forgive me. My darling son Tom, who will make a better world than his parents and one hopefully as good as that of his grandparents, was nine this weekend, and the celebrations have been continuing. I have a house to muck out.