Lord Young Beatdown

Allow me to start by acknowledging that I, while sensitive to many of the human factors that are involved in our continuing struggle to stay alive and sane in this most stressful of worlds, have no contribution to make in the daily life of the sea otter. Or the mongoose. Or a potted houseplant. It's fair to say that outside of my realm of experience I feel utterly unqualified to dispense advice, let alone to make decisions on behalf of these mysterious actors with whom I cannot feel even the most basic sympathy, much less the necessary empathy that ought to be a requirement.
Which brings me on to Lord "never had it so good" Young. What was most shocking about his statement was not his assertion that the vast majority of people in Britain have never had it so good. In many ways, that's a difficult statement to conclusively prove wrong. No. What was most shocking was the "since this recession - this so-called recession - started" part. And yes he's resigned. And yes Dave has apologised to the millions of people who were no doubt offended by these statements. But really, is that enough? Does an apology from David Cameron really mean anything? Is a suggestion that we aren't really in a proper recession any worse than calling the cutting of 100,000 public service jobs 'streamlining'? We'll all feel the benefit, I'm sure. Because we're all in it together. Right? Wrong!
Were he not so comfortable with lying through his pearly whites I suspect that apology would have been tough for David "call me Dave" Cameron. Surely Lord Young was speaking to a shared experience. Did his words not ring true for many of our 'elected' officials? Was he not just saying what they were all thinking? "How dare they call this a recession? Where do they get off protesting against education cuts and a three-fold increase in tuition fees? Those ungrateful little bastards!" Maybe. Maybe.
But here's the rub. I can't blame them. I cannot hold against them their beliefs. If you're not aware that it's raining, how would you explain a man with an umbrella? "He's clearly insane!" you would say. "What a moron!" "Does he not know that the sun is shining?" "Is he not aware that since this so-called climate change started that there have been more sunny days?" Oh what a life it must be to never suffer the indignity of hard work. Never to endure the soul-destroying monotony of a call centre. Not once to have seen the desperation that papers the walls of a job centre. Oh what a life to not be weighed down with worry about fees, bills, rent, tax, health. To be free. To have been born free. What a life that must be, but how, then, do you expect to understand the lives of those who were not born free? And what mandate could you conceive of to govern their indentured, miserable, short lives? None whatsoever. You're a different fucking species Mr Prime Minister. And all of you, all of your kind, you ought to be fucking exterminated.