The sun is setting on the British vampire
Chris Floyd writes about Tony Blair's imminent demise. Floyd's conclusion:
Like Bush, Blair is a man in love with war--or rather, with the idea of war, for he, like Bush, has never seen combat. The idea that greatness can be measured in blood and iron--that one can somehow prove one's manhood and historical standing by sending other people to kill and die--is the tragic flaw that has drawn Blair to America's wars like a moth to flame.
He could have been remembered as the man who saved his nation from the brutal social ravages of Margaret Thatcher's soulless, hard-right extremism. Instead he will be known forever as the lying lapdog of George W. Bush. Tragedy is a harsh taskmaster indeed.