Sir Cyril James Anderton, when he was the chief constable of Greater Manchester, came up with the supremely irritating statement in 1986 that homosexuals, drug addicts and prostitutes who had HIV/AIDS were “swirling in a human cesspit of their own making”. It received widespread and justified criticism at the time, but I have to concede that it is a very powerful image.
Now, what with the antics over Brexit, and Theresa May’s disastrous decision to invite Trump on a state visit to the UK, that image has been resurrected into my consciousness, with the current crop of Conservative politicians in place of Anderton’s targets.
Judging by the record of his actions, Trump is well-placed to play the role of the cesspit directly.
A slightly more genteel view of the current shenanigans is given by First Dog on the Moon today. The final panel contains a well-placed barb at all concerned.
Addendum: John Crace gives us an insight into the stream of what passes for consciousness in Donald Trump’s cranium; although I suspect that Trump wouldn’t know the meaning of “existential dread” if it stood up and bit him.
