The basic cases made at the time were that Nick Clegg and his "third-way by default" party were theoretically quite good, with their little hearts in the right place, but basically were interested in power at any price, including the a willingness to renege on any of their "heartfelt" principles at the drop of a hat.
Cameron's evil Tories were going to shamelessly continue Thatcher's hollow, profit-driven dismantling of all unionised labour and public sector provision in a short-termist attempt to finance tax-cuts for the already-rich.
The problem with the only, true option was that Labour had been in power too long and frankly needed a big, fat boot up its arse and a few, healthy years in opposition, whilst it seriously got its shit together.
Well we got the latter arrangement. We did so thanks to the useless Gordon Brown.
Gordon had sat in the wings, presiding over an inevitable economic meltdown at the side of grease-ball Tony Blair. This followed lies regarding our involvement in Iraq and its associated cozying-up to the insane, Bush administration's covert campaign for world domination.
So with the view that it was his turn, Gordon wanted the Prime Ministership as and when it became available. So when Tony Blair had outstayed his welcome, the situation was on the verge of collapse, off he went to cushy, high-paid public-speaking engagements, leaving Gordon to manage the shop.
Though a likely genius and economically able to hold his own, good old Gordon suffered from an awkwardness as a public figure due to strange-looking, bog-eyes and poor communication skills. Bumbling along, more like a toad than an actual man, he ended up the antithesis of Cameron's slickness.
This went really bad for Gordon when the stupid population - about half of which is too dumb and apathetic to even bother voting - bowed to Murdochian, media pressure to allow a presidential-style debate.
What wasn't predicted, was how impressive the hitherto-trivial Clegg would be in his TV performance.
Gordon performed badly in 3 televised debates - he couldn't even look at the camera properly - and then the worst happened.
In a live, local "pressing of the flesh" circus appearance, Gordon did his part, before retiring to the comfort and safety of his convoy. Unbeknown to him, his microphone was left on as he continued to share his observations of his last conversation with a voter.
Unaware that the public could hear his comments, he described the woman as "dreadful" and a few other choice adjectives he should have left well-alone. At that point, Gordon showed his true, self-centred colours and I believe Labour lost the election.
All that was left to do was count the votes and listen to Gordon's pathetic apology to his minions for losing the election single-handedly. He condemned us all to these cruel years of an unelected Clegg-Cameron wasteland, the ramifications of which will likely never be eradicated.
Yesterday it was announced that Gordon was back and would be a special envoy to the international community. Good news for Gordon.
I've never been particularly bothered about the type of work Gordon will be doing in his new role, nor the kind of folk he'll be doing it with.
God help them, that's all I can say.
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