It's his world, we just suffer in it

LOL-Cats are so yesterday. The new sensation sweeping the British blogosphere is the LOL-Blair. No wonder, given the former Prime Minister's modest ambitions:

After accepting a job as Middle East peace negotiator, a million dollar contract at JP Morgan, a high level role as a Rwanda advisor, a position on the Africa Progress Panel, an advisory position at Swiss insurer Zurich, a heavy-breathing flirtation with the idea of the EU presidency and an interfaith teaching position at Yale (which will be linked to the upcoming Tony Blair Faith Foundation),  Blair has today announced he will be leading an international team of global superheroes to produce a new global deal on climate change...

Who am I to sneer if Blair can secure a new global deal while simultaneously bringing peace to the Middle East and Rwanda (and progress to Africa), making a fair old mint at JP Morgan and Zurich and holding a professorship in faith and globalisation at Yale? He might even learn to distinguish between truth and sincerity on the way. But I do have a worry: with so many other balls in the air, when is he going to find time to run the Tony Blair Sports Foundation? And now especially, at exactly the time when it has just launched the Tony Blair Tennis Challenge, a tournament where budding tennis stars in the North East of England compete ruthlessly for the coveted Tony Blair Challenge Cup.

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Comments

[dearieme]

He remains a loathsome wee twat.

[north face outlet]

If you've already tried this, keep at it: "Rehearse your argument beforehand and make sure you are stating it clearly and rationally" -- and without a trace of condescension for his (alleged) lack of technical knowledge.

[Cheap Uggs]

The Hegemony Consul sat on the balcony of his ebony spaceship and played Rachmaninoff's Prelude in C-sharp Minor on an ancient but well-maintained Steinway while great, green, saurian things surged and bellowed in the swamps below.