
I was opposed to the war in Iraq and said so publicly before the first missile was fired.
But given the “facts” on WMDs laid out by Tony Blair in the days and weeks leading up to the conflict, I can understand why others – including my own party – took a different view.
However, as we now are all now very well aware, there were no WMDs, meaning British troops went to war on a false premise.
You might think that former Prime Minister Tony Blair would since have displayed a bit of regret and contrition – embarrassment, even – at what he had done.
But, of course, Tony Blair doesn’t “do” regret, contrition or embarrassment.
What he does “do” is fine lines in arrogance and bare-faced lying, as his performance at the Iraq Inquiry – which is still going on as I write – is clearly demonstrating.
Early this morning on the radio I heard the mother of the first British soldier to die in Iraq speak of her love for her son – and her understandably less warm views on Tony Blair who sent her boy to his death.
I genuinely don’t know how this man gets to sleep at night.
But given the “facts” on WMDs laid out by Tony Blair in the days and weeks leading up to the conflict, I can understand why others – including my own party – took a different view.
However, as we now are all now very well aware, there were no WMDs, meaning British troops went to war on a false premise.
You might think that former Prime Minister Tony Blair would since have displayed a bit of regret and contrition – embarrassment, even – at what he had done.
But, of course, Tony Blair doesn’t “do” regret, contrition or embarrassment.
What he does “do” is fine lines in arrogance and bare-faced lying, as his performance at the Iraq Inquiry – which is still going on as I write – is clearly demonstrating.
Early this morning on the radio I heard the mother of the first British soldier to die in Iraq speak of her love for her son – and her understandably less warm views on Tony Blair who sent her boy to his death.
I genuinely don’t know how this man gets to sleep at night.

