Having spent years going on and on about Nick's long struggle with reality, it's some relief to see that it's now come to a messy and petulant end.
Frankly, I cannot be arsed to mark the occasion with anything more than snark, but I'm aware that a few of you will be disappointed, so I'll leave you with an old, old joke. Please consider this a free thread for commenters to point and laugh, as is our usual charming habit.
Anyway - the root cause, I think, of all of Nick's complaints about the left has always been his horror that people were extremely rude to him for nothing more than his ostentatious support for insane wars and his constant, angry denunciations of those who vocally disagreed as traitors and dictator-fellators.
Nick seems to feel that all this has left him with an unmerited reputation as a mendacious war-monger, while he still sees himself as the proud torch-bearer for a long and storied tradition of Labour universalism, or whatever.
This reminds me of the old joke about McGregor, who is asked how he acquired his very unusual nickname.
McGregor sighs and says, You see that wall over there? I lugged the stone for miles, dug out the clay and built that wall with my bare hands.
Do they call me "McGregor the Wall-Builder"?
No, they don't.
You see that vegetable patch? I tended the soil, sowed the seed, watered the shoots and grew the finest, plumpest vegetables for miles around.
Do they call me "McGregor the Gardener?"
No, they don't call me "McGregor the Gardener".
You see that barn? I cut down the trees, chopped the wood, sanded the boards, erected the walls and nailed down the roof.
Do they call me "McGregor the Wood-Cutter?". Do they call me "McGregor the Barn-Builder?".
No, no, they do not.
But you fuck one sheep...