Tony Blair's current frantic bid to find a legacy, after nine years of scrabbling around trying to make Marxism work, would be comical if it weren't so tragic.
I don't know why you bother, Tony. You have your Legacy already, as an utter failure combined with your role as a sycophant to the forces of self-adulatory neoconservatism based in the US. Oh yes, and to nail that legacy triumvirate home, as the harbinger of death to at least 100 British families.
As one who, in a former life, served in the British armed forces myself, and who still dreads his call-up papers arriving, I know that most soldiers volunteer because they love liberty, in whichever form they themselves believe it occurs, and that they wish to defend the right of their families to enjoy such liberty.
That 100 British soldiers have died defending your personal reputation, and that their actions, under your guidance, have made the world a more dangerous place for the rest of us, is a slur which I hope no amount of spin-doctor Teflon will ever remove from your person, for as long as your name remains in the footnotes of any history book, under the reference Bush's lapdog.
You have your legacy, Tony; as proven by the blood and ashes of 100 British volunteers. It is now time for you to go.