If there's anything I hate more than war criminals, it's watching those criminals run around on book tours, grinning their way through the self-promotion circuit, as if they have something useful to say, as if we should waste the fruit of our labours on their celebrity gossip disguised as memoirs.
Proceeds from the sale of Blair's book are being donated to a charity that supports wounded vets. Are we supposed to be impressed? Bring your country into a US invasion, rain death and destruction on people who have done your country no harm, cause the death of 180 young Britons and who knows how many wounded, then donate some money to charity. And claim you have cried for the war's victims. Mission accomplished.
This man makes me sick. Imagine the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom becoming the sycophantic lap dog of the one of the worst presidents in United States history. Is it any wonder that a chapter in his book described as "an encomium to the United States" [I would use another euphemism and it involves knee pads] was omitted from the UK version? In the book, Blair reportedly refers to the Resident of the White House from 2000-2008 a "visionary" and a "highly intelligent friend".
Millions of USians opposed the invasion of Iraq, but many millions more will march off to any war on
Of course it's all come out. Blair knew the invasion was based on lies. He knew there were no weapons of mass destruction, knew the invasion was an illegal war of aggression.
Now to watch this man shuffling and grinning through the publicity circuit - free to live another day, and another, and another - turns my stomach. And what does he care. His country wasn't destroyed. He's not missing any limbs. No PTSD for Tony Blair, although he should be having nightmares over what he did.
There's a movement on asking people to go into bookstores and surreptitiously move Blair's book to the crime section. (They don't seem to have a website, but the Facebook group is here. It's a great idea, and normally I love activism with a sense of humour. But this book tour is so nauseating that I'd be more inclined towards a pile of books, a gas can and a match.