Not Gone Enough

I once saw Tony Blair at an assassin's proximity, and had I known (or if I had been older than eleven) I like to think I would have done something. He was speaking at the Tolpuddle Martyrs annual do in the early 1990s, I remembered his name because I thought he may have been the Daily Mirror cartoonist 'Blair', and was a little disappointed when he wasn't. I'm currently thinking of boycotting all news until the bastard's gone, so I don't have to look at another eulogy to this religiose far-right shit, or behold again the dewy-eyed lickspittles that act as the remnants of the Labour Party kidding themselves they aren't serving in the most rightwing government in British history. This is just splenetic and short enough, until the fucker's in a cold cell in the Hague.