The Conservative Future fuckers hacked my article.
Thankfully their site does not carry bylines so it doesn't make much difference to me. You can't write for a party run website and then complain when you're copy is turned into propaganda. Not even I am that naive. I publish it in its original form below:
Jowellgate: Labour and Love.
The Jowell fiasco has exposed Blair’s 1997 promise of a government that would be “purer than pure” as the sham it always was. It was an easy thing to say in opposition to a Conservative Party then rife with sleaze, but it was naïve to expect that power could shed its old influence overnight.
Tony Blair came to power as a pragmatist and the New Labour practice of muddling through with a hotchpotch of right wing alliances and left wing rhetoric, reflects this. In such a climate is it really surprising to find a cabinet minister, in a government that is clamping down on tax avoidance, married to a lawyer who specialises in the same?
But as the media speculate about how much she knew, it’s worth remembering that it wasn’t always this way. When Jowell met her husband in the 1970s they were both Labour councillors, some websites even describe Mills as having held Marxist views. How then did Tessa Jowell view her husband’s transformation into the kind of capitalist who could make Milton Freidman blush?
My own suspicion is that she did her best, as far as possible, to ignore it. Relationships are curious things and, thankfully for me, generally not founded on political accord. My girlfriend and I are currently observing a cease-fire, it’s better that we don’t talk politics because when we do we argue.
So perhaps because they prized their relationship they did not discuss his business. He nurtured acquisitiveness secretly, like an addict; she tried to ignore him as he schmoozed Baroness Symons over dinner as some wives do their conventionally philandering husbands.
Arguably it was the right thing for their relationship, whether it will prove to have been the right thing for her career only time can tell.
Jowellgate: Labour and Love.
The Jowell fiasco has exposed Blair’s 1997 promise of a government that would be “purer than pure” as the sham it always was. It was an easy thing to say in opposition to a Conservative Party then rife with sleaze, but it was naïve to expect that power could shed its old influence overnight.
Tony Blair came to power as a pragmatist and the New Labour practice of muddling through with a hotchpotch of right wing alliances and left wing rhetoric, reflects this. In such a climate is it really surprising to find a cabinet minister, in a government that is clamping down on tax avoidance, married to a lawyer who specialises in the same?
But as the media speculate about how much she knew, it’s worth remembering that it wasn’t always this way. When Jowell met her husband in the 1970s they were both Labour councillors, some websites even describe Mills as having held Marxist views. How then did Tessa Jowell view her husband’s transformation into the kind of capitalist who could make Milton Freidman blush?
My own suspicion is that she did her best, as far as possible, to ignore it. Relationships are curious things and, thankfully for me, generally not founded on political accord. My girlfriend and I are currently observing a cease-fire, it’s better that we don’t talk politics because when we do we argue.
So perhaps because they prized their relationship they did not discuss his business. He nurtured acquisitiveness secretly, like an addict; she tried to ignore him as he schmoozed Baroness Symons over dinner as some wives do their conventionally philandering husbands.
Arguably it was the right thing for their relationship, whether it will prove to have been the right thing for her career only time can tell.
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