Blair and his World

There is no point in making a resolution when you know quite well that at some point in the future you are bound to break it.

Mine is uniquely confined to one subject: my bête noir Tony Blair.

Every time I write about him I promise myself not to mention his name again, for fear that I might get addicted to the man and his interminable machinations – and thus become a reluctant acolyte.

I must admit I hate myself for succumbing to the temptation of not keeping my word to forget about the man and leave others to do my dirty work. The price of inconsistency is something that relieves tension and makes us feel better, at least momentarily, although in my case this is a meagre excuse which does not amount to much.

As Blair’s tentacles reach Mongolia, there seems no conceivable limit to the millions he is making under one guise or another from some of the world’s most evil regimes.

He has become an emperor in his own right whose territory has no boundaries. From Columbia to Brazil, the US, Switzerland, Albania, Kazakhstan, South Korea, the Philippines, China, the Maldives, Abu Dhabi, Qatar, Kuwait – the list of his business interests grows on a daily basis. His political contacts in high places only help grease the wheels of his various opaque business ventures, which have propelled the ex-PM into the ranks of the mega-rich.

What is astounding, however, is despite his less than savoury record of being a warmonger, lying about it and causing the death of many innocent people in the process, he remains highly influential in world politics and able to persuade the good and the mighty of his righteousness and his religious fervour towards the unprivileged living among us.

He has without doubt the gift of the gab and a sharp intelligence that shields him from his many critics.

But what’s hard to understand is how he managed to retain a picture of respectability when the odds stacked against him would sink anyone else in his position.

He must have been born under a lucky star which we are yet to discover, but notably his apparent lack of ethics plays a significant role in attaining such heights of success.

Who knows? If I had access to the devil I would have been able to unlock the mysteries of the man and his deeds, but alas, since it is not the case, I raise my hands in unconditional surrender and concede to my dismay that the slippery Blair has outmanoeuvred the lot of us.