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Tony has now given up all pretence of being a Prime Minister and is off on a permanent flag-waving jolly to see like-minded right-wingers (Sarko, Bush) and visit warzones. This is apparently preferable to staying in London and doing, like, y'know, some actual governing (cf. running up to Sedgefield to announce that he was 'resigning', sorta). Still, be thankful for small mercies, he can do less harm out there and there's always the possibility that he'll get in the way of something sharp.
Anyway, having turned up in Iraq and talked rubbish, repeatedly, about how wonderful the invasion was, security is improving and how swimmingly it's all going (of which more later) he rocked up in Basra to talk to Our Boys and inevitably the base was mortared. The key point here is that they weren't even aiming at Blair, almost certainly, this is the usual shit that happens every day at the moment. Basra is bandit country, a smugglers paradise, with the police in the pockets of militia and John Bull sitting in the middle of it with his thumb up his arse being patronised by the warmongers and shot at by everyone else. Everyone knows we're leaving, everyone's just eyeing the main chance when we do. What a godawful legacy, Tony.
The rest I'll leave to ARRSE: