WAGs (insert sad face) ...

Now the G20 and NATO summits are over, with radical decisions taken to chuck more money at the banks and send more soldiers to fight the unwinnable war in Afghanistan, at least we are going to be spared the sorry specatcle of the political WAG brigade.

As many of you know, I'm a solid feminist and a big supporter of chick's rights. And so when it comes to real footballer's WAGs, I'm fairly forgiving. Let's face it, there are always going to be a certain percentage of girls who are attracted to fame and power and if it means being roasted in a Manchester hotel to get near it, that's a price they are willing to pay.

But what is sickening now is the rise of the political WAG, as embodied by the hateful Carla Bruni.

I despise Carla Bruni. She is a little rich girl who played at dressing ups and then an awful musical 'career', breaking up more than one marriage along the way.

But now this clothes horse is held up as what a 'first lady' should be.

Excuse me? Michelle Obama is a Harvard educated woman who has forged a successful career in health care management. Kevin Rudd's wife, Therese Rein, has built a very lucrative international business. Sarah Brown was a prominent PR type who'd worked to create a thriving practice.

Yet these women are largely reduced to photo ops with Bruni, with the inevitable comparisons.

How come nobody sticks the boot into Bruni for failing to have achieved anything her life except take her clothes off and shag famous men?

Off with their heads!

Today the G20 protests begin in olde Lahndahn towne. Its the usual suspects coalition of unions, beardy left wing vicars and the concerned middle class marching through Hyde Park.

Good on them. We need everyone working to change the world in their own way.

But things will get interesting later in the week when the real protests kick off.

There is talk of storming the Stock Exchange, of occupying banks, of hanging effigies of bankers from lamposts.

This is just the start of what is required though. We need to hang some real bankers from lamposts in the Square Mile. Now.

If you are getting a bit squeamish at the thought, you would do well to read this fantastic piece from The Guardian's outgoing Africa correspondent Chris McGreal.

The crux of McGreal's recollections of his years covering Africa is when he describes watching the execution of a Hutu militia leader that had had not only personally murdered people, but even worse, had been a key figure in whipping up the bloodlust that saw one million Tutsi and liberal Hutu killed in 100 days.

Having witnessed first hand the horror of the genocide - the churches with bloody handprints on the wall, the hurriedly dug mass graves with limbs still sticking out of the dirt - McGreal notes with surprise that for all his lifelong Guardianista left liberal stance against the death penalty, watching the men responsible for the slaughter being executed themselves does not arouse any passion in him. Instead, he decides that they really do deserve to die.

We must be the same with the bankers. The Hutu Interhamwe may have killed with machetes, but the bankers did it with CDOs and plain greed.

And hundreds of thousands, if not millions, will die in the collapse they have caused. They will kill themselves - and increasingly their families and workmates, as Mark Ames at The Exile has noted - when they lose their jobs and homes. They will eat cheap shit food and die younger. Males become far more prone to acts of murderous violence. We will drink more and smoke more and do more drugs.

And that's without even contemplating the now rapidly looming reality that the only way the capitalist system can maintain control in this meltdown is with a good old large scale war.

So fuck the bankers and fuck their accomplices. Hang them from lamposts and take their shit.