Peter Oborne, the very last Fleet Street scribbler to rip up his love letters from Gordon, has written the bitter posting of a man who has woken up to see the woman that he was once obsessed with in the cold clear light of day.
It would appear that the lies of Wormtongue Brown are falling on increasingly deaf ears. Whereas it used to take two or three years for their falsity to become clear, it is now taking merely days and sometimes hours, before everyone is wretched with themselves for once again being taken in by these manufactured deceits.
He really must believe that we are all idiots. Unfortunately, for over ten years, in most cases he was right. But there is nothing angrier than a man or a woman who knows they have been deceived and laughed at by the man who deceived them.
Let us hope it quickly reaches the point where absolutely nobody believes a single word Gordon says, from the moment each crooked syllable falls from his crooked pursed lips.