The speaking
art of talking without actually saying anything at all, to contradict yourself by saying one thing today, then flipping your position tomorrow and the day after, then again the day after that.
The ability to use
words like "Laser focused", "Mission driven", "net Zero" or wishy washy non specific rubbery phrases like "We would negotiate" without actually saying what his limits are.
Or the endless flip-flop slogans
Another Future Is Possible
Under New Management
Secure, Protect, Rebuild,
A New Chapter for Britain
Stronger Together
Work, Care, Equality, Security
Security, Prosperity,
RespectOn Your Side
Fairer, greener future
Build a
better Britain
The
art of creating a speech which is essentially word
fog, that evaporates on the ether before it hits the ears, the ability to take an enthusiastic audience and have them phoning the Samaritans within 5 minutes of opening you mouth.
Sir
Kid Starver was cheered onto the stage, a veritable plethora of meaningless verbiage ensued as the crowd first looked perplexed, started consulting a political thesaurus, moved to checking their fingernails, then looked nervously round the room to equally perplexed faces.
A hubub ran round the room, as correspondent after correspondent as phone came out, phoning the Samaritans for
help as they gradually became ever more depressed, disillusioned, and desperate for
help.
Back to the political news studio, a
long broom hoves into view to poke a sleeping presenter who suddenly wakes up with a shock, "
Err Peter, what's your take on Sir
Kid Starver's speech?"
"Well Julia it was a classic Starmer word salad of non specific rubbery phrases from the Cuprinol man, a study in Mahogany by the country's greatest dullard"
