I must admit I don't always like George Monbiot's writing mainly because he comes over like the short of bloke who you'd dread to get caught in a corner with at a party, as he'd just go on and on. He seems a tad joyless and worthy, the sort who'd berate you for type of Humous you buy.
But fairs fair his piece in reply to Hazel Blears' recent crowing is a fine example of a journalistic shoeing. Blears called him out and has got a right royal pasting with a straightforward weapon : The plain facts of her voting record.
I almost felt sorry for her at the end as blow after blow fell. The shame is she's the sort priggish politician who won't notice this sort of thing and has motored through life with no self doubt or nere a sideways looks.
I'm not sure I'd want to live in a country where George was in charge but we will always need people like him to keep us honest