A letter a day to number 10. No 1,354
Friday 26 February 2016.
Dear Mr Cameron,
Let’s talk about shabby. Referring to Jeremy Corbyn you said in PMQs – “Ask my mother? I think I know what my mother would say. I think she’d look across the dispatch box and she’d say: put on a proper suit, do up your tie and sing the national anthem.”
Not only did you insult the leader of the opposition but you pretended it was what your mother might have said, that really is the measure of the man and an act of cowardice, poking your tongue out from behind your mothers pinafore. It was utterly cringe worthy made even worse by the lengthy jeers and spineless laughter which followed.
It is tempting to liken you to a chameleon, but that would do a disservice to the chameleon which has evolved a survival mechanism to deceive, but without guile or deceit. Deceit is peculiar to humans, it requires consciousness and self awareness to lie and to be deceitful, though it might entirely lack conscience.
Wearing a suit has become the outfit of choice for those who desire to disguise malicious intent, hence the expression ‘crooks in suits’. Such disguises find their zenith in the ruling classes who take such pains to deck themselves with the trappings and grandeur of power and use their disguises to assert their presumed authority over those they consider beneath them.
That Jeremy Corbyn chooses not to indulge in such displays of vanity, choosing only to be tidily dressed, says much about the man which cannot be said of you.
Personally I’d trust an honest donkey jacket over a suit any day, or to put it another way, I’d sooner trust the honest calluses of a labourer than the soft hands and slick lies of a politician.
Perhaps you and Jeremy Hunt would like to state again just how many more people die at the weekend because of junior doctors and present the non-existent evidence for all to see.
You might wear expensive suits but it’s what lies inside that matters and that is what is found wanting of any moral fibre or common decency.