In the grand hierarchy of the primate troop, the alpha usually claims the choicest fruit and the best nesting spot. But in the modern British "meritocracy," it seems the alpha—Sir Keir Starmer—prefers a more convenient biological quirk: the ability to vanish when a predator (or a parliamentary committee) circles the camp.
We are told that the Civil Service is a "nuanced" machine, where security risks are managed like a delicate sourdough starter. Yet, when the smell turns foul, the Prime Minister suddenly rediscovers the beauty of binary logic: "I didn't know, and if I did, it was someone else's fault."
Historically, the concept of Ministerial Responsibility was the glue that kept the facade of democratic accountability from cracking. It was simple: the captain goes down with the ship, or at least stays on the bridge long enough to take the blame for hitting the iceberg. Today, we have a new model: the captain pushes the navigator overboard and claims he was never given a compass.
As voters, we aren't asking for a seminar on the "spectrum of risk management" or a birthday dismissal for a disgruntled Mandarin. We have a very primitive, very logical requirement for our leaders. We want to know where the buck stops. Because wherever that buck finally rests, that is precisely where the guillotine should be positioned.
If the Prime Minister wants the glory of the appointment, he must own the gore of the failure. Anything else isn't leadership; it's just expensive cowardice.
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