Suddenly we are all getting very sniffy about The Sun. Poor Gordon Brown, getting beaten up by a newspaper that was once counted as New Labour's friend. Remember when The Sun got access to scoops detailing Saddam's ability to annihilate us in 45 minutes?
Short memories oil the wheels of the spinner's news machinery. The very same people (Whelan and Campbell for starters) who are aghast at The Sun's current crusade, were not the least flustered by the harrying of John Major 13 years ago. And it was only a few months ago that Damien McBride was dishing our all kinds of scurrilous dirt on behalf of his now-beleaguered master. What they really fear, as Guido pointed out earlier today, is that The Sun really does have influence. The spinning wheels of Downing Street must be in panic mode.
We can note that opinion is divided:
On Brown's scratchy letter to a mother who has lost her son -"Shockin', i'nit?"
On The Sun's pounding of Brown - "Shockin', i'nit?"
The middle classes, who don't buy or read The Sun appear to be equally divided amongst those who believe that Brown has brought all this on himself and deserves the opprobrium and those who are now feeling sorry for him.
Next week, it will be out of the headlines. Next month we turn our attention to edible turkeys rather than the Prime Ministerial kind, and before too long this fuss will become a vague memory - to be filed with Gurkhas and clawing back awards to injured soldiers - and The Sun will be shining its laser in some place that we cannot see.
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