THE MASOCHISTIC NARCISSISM OF MR CLEGG
And so he climbs from the wreckage, heartbroken, his Liberal battalions decimated, his dreams of electoral reform like shattered glass strewn all around, his face ashen, a mere shadow of his former self, no more glad confident morning, Nick Clegg who so much enjoyed being admired and respected, finds himself the most reviled man in British politics. You would need a heart of stone not to laugh.
He makes his tour of the TV studios bearing up like the martyr he has become, insisting it has all been for the greater good, like a battered woman it has all been for the sake of the children, and like so many battered women he will return to the marriage, insisting that things will be different this time. Sadly we all know it will all end in tears.
Unfortunately it is the rest of us you will be picking up the tab for Mr Clegg’s peculiar brand of masochistic narcissism.
He makes his tour of the TV studios bearing up like the martyr he has become, insisting it has all been for the greater good, like a battered woman it has all been for the sake of the children, and like so many battered women he will return to the marriage, insisting that things will be different this time. Sadly we all know it will all end in tears.
Unfortunately it is the rest of us you will be picking up the tab for Mr Clegg’s peculiar brand of masochistic narcissism.