Showing posts with label Darling Polly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Darling Polly. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The story of Polly, the push and the journalistic standards

It seems that poor old Polly Toynbee is rending her garments over the cuts to public services...
The bullying rudeness and sheer nastiness of Eric Pickles, the chill callousness of Francis Maude and the evident relish with which most ministers flourish carving knives at public services advertise their contempt. Time and again public employees hear of their demise in the news, trashing their endeavours without even token regret or thanks for years of service, only raw glee and spurious charges of wastefulness.

If the public servants are so wonderful, then they will get good jobs in the private sector. Or maybe even start up their own companies—creating worthwhile jobs for others.

As Guido pointed out a few days ago, maybe the same will apply to Polly's husband—former Grauniad journalist, David Walker.
He is (for now) the axed Audit Commission’s six-figure salaried Managing Director of Communications and Public Reporting, basically an upmarket spinner. With a household joint-income in the top 1% and some ten times the national average, her husband’s looming unemployment must put her in fear for their multi-million pound property portfolio – the £2.4m London townhouse, the villa in Tuscany, not forgetting the holiday home in upmarket Lewes, Sussex. Thank god Polly and David no longer have to worry about their Amy’s private school fees. How will they cope?

How indeed?

And how is it, I wonder, that Polly can continue to write columns excoriating Our New Coalition Overlords™ whilst failing to declare such a blatant conflict of interest...?

P.S. Timmy points out that dearest Polly shows that Hayek was right, and that markets beat central management for efficiency and effectiveness.

Yes, that's right: it's a typical Polly article in which she contradicts herself even within the few hundred words that she has churned out today—she manages to bemoan the cutting of central government, whilst simultaneously demonstrating why those cuts are justified.

Not, you understand, that she realises this...

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

You'd know all about that...

... wouldn't you, Polly dearest?
Few people live without hypocrisy, with no contradictions between principle and practice, nothing embarrassing that risks exposure...

... says defender of the poor, Polly Toynbee, in her Guardian column—for which she is paid roughly £120,000 per year.

I think that I should return to fisking Pollyanna as often as I can: alas, I haven't the time just now—and so, for the present, this monument to Polly's self-knowledge much stand proud.