Poll Pot on the cursed bloggers. Prague Tory and a number of other bloggers have fisked this pretty well, I'll just add my two penn'orth.
"Toynbee conceded that she is no "insider" with powerful friends"
Hence the weekend Chequers invites.
"I have around 50 arch-enemies who seem to get up at about five in the morning — they have obviously never bought The Guardian, they wouldn't contaminate their fingers with it, and they are right-wingers who hate The Guardian and everything it stands for. They really, really hate me."
Poll Pot, of course, is above such hatreds.
I'll leave the last word on Ms Pot to Free Born John - a wonderful post that I've linked to before, and doubtless will again.
One thing, and one thing only, keeps people trapped in the kind of poverty of mind where they don't feed their children properly even when they could, and shit in their own stairwells. It's a lack of ownership; a lack of self-reliance. It's a lack of the very concept of self-reliance. It's an idea that the mere thought that they should be self-reliant is immoral, evil, callous and cruel. And though this idea is gibbered out by halfwits, it actually derives from Polly Toynbee.
UPDATE - the very wonderful British Spin, back in the real world, agrees 100% with Polly.
The trouble is that the biggest outbursts of outraged ranting and ill researched nonsense tends not to come from the small audience lunatics like me, but from blinkered idealogues given space in the Guardian and the biggest source of ill informed gossip and speculation as central fact are the TV news channels.
Whether it's Andrew Murray, the always reliably barmy A L Kennedy, or today's effort from Geooffrey Wheatcroft, the Guardian has done more to promote ranting than any number of blogs. And whether it's Natasha Kaplinsky, Andrew Neill or Kay Burley, the TV news channels have done more to promote superficiality and scandal as the currency of news than any number of spittle flecked bloggers like Guido Fawkes.
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