That Granita Deal

The DVD is out.

Horribly fascinating. Especially right now.

This pen is mighty, all right. Let us hope it is also lethal

I have never read a political article, anywhere -- and I've been around a long time -- about a serving Prime Minister that remotely compares with Nick Cohen's personal and professional assassination of Gordon Brown in the new issue of Standpoint, Fear and Filth at Brown's Number 10.

Read it all, when you have time, but permit me to give you some idea.

The Prime Minister's world is more than macho: it is obscene - a place so lost in pornographic fantasy that it can invent libels about the mental state of the wife of a political opponent, while never wondering what its obsessive interests say about its own neuroses.

To put it as politely as I can, dildos loom large in the Brownite imagination. [...](Osborne smear) [...] (Dorries smear) [...] ...

Cohen cites Martin Amis's 'Clint Smoker, a porn-obsessed journalist...' and goes on

Brown has surrounded himself with Clint Smokers throughout his career and set them loose to tell stories about enemies real or imagined. No claim was more laughable after the guerrilla blogger Guido Fawkes leaked the McBride briefings than Labour's insistence that the aide was a lone wolf acting without his master's tacit consent. In my experience, all his men -- McBride, Ed Balls, Charlie Whelan, Ian Austin -- share a prolier-than-thou belief that their opponents, whether Blairites or Tories, are decadent fops from a depraved elite. Any tactic is justified in the campaign against them.

Cohen goes on to make the increasingly familiar analogies between Brown and Nixon:

For Brown, as for Nixon, it is always worth playing dirty.

For you underestimate the Prime Minister if you see him merely as an ordinary operator, inspired by the everyday political calculation that it may be advantageous to besmirch a rival. He has a characteristic left-wing belief in his own righteousness. Those who oppose him cannot have an honest objection to his policies, but must be motivated by malice of envy. In his mind, no blow is too low when he fights critics who are not merely mistaken but wicked.

And motivated to damage him, personally. For example, Cohen describes the occasion on which, finally seeing Frank Field after months of Field's trying to get him to take action on the 10p tax rate debacle, Brown assured Field that no-one would lose out.

'Why don't you go on the record and say that?' Field asked.

Instead of answering a legitimate question, Brown pushed his face into Field's and with features contorted with anger, screamed, 'You've always hated me, haven't you? You're always trying to do me down.'

Cohen details personal attack after personal attack on Brown's Cabinet colleagues, up to the time he threatened his way to his coronation and beyond.

At the time of Granita, Cohen says, Brown pulled out of the contest with Blair because he was advised that he would lose a leadership election even if he stood against John Prescott or Margaret Beckett, never mind Tony Blair. Nevertheless, Brown went on to a sort of glory when Blair went, because:

he could pretend that his economic policies had abolished the business cycle and then as now threaten potential rivals with having their reputations trashed.

But then, as it all began to fall apart,

Brown's lack of legitimacy, the sense that he was a usurper, niggled away at the Brownites like a toothache, and made them more vicious than before.

Cohen argues that the explosion of 'his empty boast to have abolished boom and bust' led the Brownite gang to be 'meaner still' as they worked to get Balls accepted as heir apparent.

This is a comprehensive and merciless assassination of Gordon Brown, exposing the hollowness of the man's every claim to political and personal decency. The mask is gone and we see a deeply nasty, vain and over-estimated man.

Then having eviscerated Gordon Brown and his henchmen (yes, all men) Cohen speaks of his joy as he beholds the hitherto silent -- and fully-informed, as he describes -- Lobby correspondents 'scurrying from the wreckage' after 'Guido Fawkes detonated his gunpowder under Westminster'. He acknowledges the realpolitik of Westminster journalism.

Left-wing journalists are condemned for allowing themselves to be played upon: 'Do you really want to do the Tories' work for them?' to which, Cohen says, almost sympathetically, they answered, 'No, not really.' Exept Martin Bright, who was despatched by Brown's henchmen, the dirty deed covered up by Geoffrey Robinson. Right-wing journalists never felt what Cohen describes as fear, but they too wanted their stories from the Bunker and so they kept their mouths shut.

Almost every paragraph of this article is an eye-popper, and as I said before, I have been around a long time. A long time.

But I have a question for Mr Cohen, who describes how he was on the inside of a lot of what he now condemns and even present at some unedifying incidents with the likes of McBride and Whelan.

So, just as he shames the Lobby, than whom he was a lot less vulnerable had he chosen to speak up, why did he not speak up, and use for a noble purpose the glorious verbal technicolor which he now feels able to use? That, he does not explain.

It's possible, no?

Can Prime Ministers get pork flu?

Thank you. A welcome awaits you.

I wept as I listened to you reading the names of your 179 fallen comrades. May they rest in peace.

It is to the solder that we owe the right to free trial, not the lawyer; it is the soldier, not the journalist, who guarantees freedom of speech; and it is the soldier, who serves under the flag and whose coffin is draped in the flag, who gives us the right to protest and who even gives the right to protesters to burn that same flag.

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Help! Stop! I'm going under!

That's the cry of millions of little savers and pensioners whose life-savings are locked into the institutional funds whose managers have been so roundly condemned by President Obama for refusing to rescue Chrysler.

The man has no understanding whatsoever of the financial world and no interest whatsoever in the earned personal savings of individual Americans. Only in the big political picture, and his position within it.

More importantly, Obama expects fund managers to fail in their fiduciary duty to their terrified savers and investors and instead to bow to his priorities of political panic and dogma, upon which he acts out of the deeply prejudiced ignorance typical of one who has spent his entire life in the 'it's government money' academic mindset universal to those who 'work' in 'community politics', or the gimme culture as we doctors call it.

With all the colossal power of his office, Barack Obama berates fund managers who are legally obliged to use their discretion in the interests of their investors and who on that basis have refused to pour any more of their investors' already devalued pensions into the dead-but-won't-lie-down Chrysler Corporation, just because it would be politically expedient for the President.

Just how many too-big-to-fail companies does he plan to rescue with the pensions of the little people, and with the earnings of their unborn grandchildren?

I am beginning to see the ghostly image of Gordon Brown behind the smiling Obama features, like an old underpainting gradually revealing itself in a portrait newly painted on an old canvas.

I wonder how long Obama's got before he starts getting the treatment Gordon Brown is getting now - the last thing Brown expected when he took the office for which he had been grasping all his life.

I have supernatural powers WOO-OO-OO

I am putting thoughts into Iain Dale's mind forty-eight hours before he thinks what I tell him to think. Sometimes, when the Force is strong in Prodicus, a whole week before.

Iain Dale is my plaything.

Just so you know.

Pork flu source identified

Mandelson - a realist in fantasyland

More evidence to support my theory that Mandelson is on international manoeuvres and Brown can no longer count on his support.

Ben Brogan reports:

Last Friday, Peter Mandelson took a break from abolishing capitalism to address the country's top 200 mandarins at the civil service training centre in Sunningdale. Towards the end of a private session marked by jokes about Ed Balls and a prayer for the survival of New Labour, he was asked how Whitehall should prepare for the eventuality of a Conservative government. His answer was unequivocal: those present had a duty to embrace the Tories as soon as possible and make the transition a success.

Hey, Gideon - just found your number one target.

A salary of a million a year? For a civil servant quango chief?

Tyler has been at this for some time, as have economists going back to .... 1985.

Does this bloke get a cast-iron pension, too?

Obamalamading... thud

Click the image for a dispiriting account.

Hat tip to Theo Spark

Word of the day

Pandemic. a combination of the ancient Greek words 'pan' meaning 'everyone' and 'demic' meaning 'frighten the absolute living shit out of'.

Source.

Stock market fall: is it over yet?

Thus Hendry:

Monkeys spend all their time picking bottoms. I refuse to pick bottoms because I do not live in trees.

Yep, fair enough.

Socialism and France - a realist writes

Quoth the very estimable Tim Worstall:

When charming leftists stick their nose into things they don't understand they become ratchet-jawed purveyors of monkey-doodle and baked wind. They are piddlers upon merit, beggars at the door of accomplishment, thieves of livelihood, envy coddling tax lice applauding themselves for giving away other people's money. They are the lap dogs of the poly sci-class, returning to the vomit of collectivism. They are pig herders tending that sow-who-eats-her-young, the welfare state. They are muck-dwelling bottom-feeders growing fat on the worries and disappointments of the electorate. They are the ditch carp of democracy.

... being today's admonition from the pen keyboard of the heroic P J O'Rourke.

In an essay on foreign affairs ('Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, thinks ''foreign affairs'' means her husband is overseas') the great man gives us an insight into his own foreign policy on France.

... waiting to see what France does.

Although waiting to see what France does may not be such a bad idea. Because France is a treasure to mankind.

French ideas, French beliefs, and French actions form a sort of lodestone for humanity. Because a moral compass needle needs a butt end.

Whatever direction France is pointing - toward Nazi collaboration, Communism, Existentialism, Jerry Lewis movies, or running for cover in Afghanistan - we can go the other way with a clear conscience.

We'll need to watch what France does to stimulate its economy so we'll know what not to do.

My guess is that France will be relying on Muslim teenagers in the suburbs of Paris, Toulouse, and Marseilles.

Those kids had a great plan for stimulating car sales in France. Specialitié de la maison, Citroen flambé.

War, Famine, Death and, er...

h/t Theo Spark

Wild guesses

Mandelson. Peter Mandelson is deafeningly silent while his old enemy Brown is taking a terrible beating. Perhaps Mandelson is quietly withdrawing. He knows his political career - in Britain - is drawing to a close as the Labour Party dies. He gained international credit and credibility in Brussels and has done his reputation no disservice since coming back to Westminster. He may think he is in position for the job Brown wants - head of the IMF. Now if you were hiring for that post, which of the two would you choose?

Reid. Frank Field is one voice of many who want a clear out in the Bunker and the installation of a heavyweight. Not as a department minister. As a party fixer and public image enforcer. Balls and the boys have been castrated by Smeargate. Nick Brown is clearly not doing a good enough job for all his credibility as a thug. There is a vacancy. Reid is leaving politics at the general election and although, to quote something I read earlier today, being of a different Glaswegian Labour tribe from Brown, so that he 'would not sell Brown a plaster if Brown was bleeding to death', hatred of the Tories in in his DNA and he may well want to do his horny-handed bit to ease the pain inflicted on Labour at Cameron's lily-white, Etonian hands.

The Apocalypse Now (Please) Quiz

I have been visiting a blog I almost never read. Commenters on that blog are discussing someone.

Who is it?

… a wounded and naked beast, his USP undermined, and his guards have been taken out… an incompetent claque of bores and thugs, who have just had all their weapons removed.

When other MPs briefed against him, calling him "Psychologically flawed and damaged", I put it down to the usual vitriolic inter-rivalry. I never realised just how accurate that description would turn out to be.

I actually heard him speak live in 2005 to a fairly small room, and was overwhelmed by how he was even worse in private(ish) than in public.

… a total car crash.

I'm gutted that the entire party have to be held hostage to the man's sense of entitlement. And about that sense of entitlement IT IS JUST UNBELIEVABLE. I CANT CAN’T STOMACH IT. How can he stand to have the ruin of his own party on his conscience…

He is Nixon, he is Richard Milhous Nixon born again.

X got where he is today by his mastery of the black arts of the Scottish Labour Party. And from what I hear, postal vote stuffing is the least of the issues in Scotland...

... of course the X-ite cabal - or mafia - are still alive in Westminster… Balls… Darling… promoted beyond their competence because they are trusted by X.I think we are heading for a major defeat because X is the leader.

Why is it some kind of entitlement that X should lead? He sticks at it, he is a total stinker. If he goes, it will be a boon to the party, I think we all agree. You say that the act of trying to convince him to go will weaken him, HOW MUCH WEAKER CAN HE GET!!

… like the Black Knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. […] "Although supremely skilled in swordplay, he suffers from unchecked overconfidence and a staunch refusal ever to give up". […] King Arthur fights him, cutting limb after limb off, though he refuses to surrender saying "'tis but a scratch," "I've had worse", "it's just a flesh wound!" until he is totally limbless and King Arthur rides past him triumphant. At what point to you admit X has lost all his limbs and his fighting on is just an embarrassment?

Can you see who it is, yet?

Insolent, troughing bitch

Meanwhile the usually absent Two Homes Secretary failed to turn up again to make a Statement on prying into all our emails and web visits. She made a written statement so we could not cross examine her, although she was available for media interviews.

Redwood

Your lamp-post awaits, Smiffy, you unaccountably over-promoted, ignorant, incompetent insult to Parliament and people.

So just how rich IS is "the Doctor"?

Much chatter about "Dr" John Reid** being brought back by Gordon Brown -- who is not desperate at all.

One Adam Smith (#121) over at PB.com said this:

Wouldn’t John Reid be the richest leader of the Labour Party in history? Who next…Sean Woodward?

Now I find it intriguing that a Marxist turned Leninist turned Stalinsit turned Blairite who has never had a job outside Glaswegian working class politics should be terribly, terribly rich. The words Glasgow, Labour and corruption spring unbidden to the lips although I can't think why.

He has a Brazilian film-maker wife whose films I have never heard of. Does she have famaily money? Information would be much appreciated.

Back at the same post on PB. com, here is wot I rote on the subject of the possible revival of Jurassic Park politics:

I am having a terrible struggle to be serious after reading ‘Reid would offer nothing short of mesmeric leadership’. (Wipe eyes, deep breath.)

Ah, nostalgia. CCHQ would pay serious money for to have Reid back this summer. They’d throw The Doctor a welcome back party. Black tie, fireworks, full orchestra. First waltz to be led by those popular dancers, James Naughtie and Mariella Frostrup, and Kevin Maguire and Polly Toynbee.

Reid’s disastrous record of personal incompetence in every office he’s held is the perfect image of Labour in government. The Jock/commie roots underline perfectly the Old (Glasgie) Labour/Brown mafia tags. The words ‘desperate’, ‘throwback’ and ‘Neanderthal’ (apologies to any Neanderthals reading this) would figure in every CCHQ briefing between now and the GE. Lovely.

Inviting a thug like Reid back might (*might*) just put a ‘disloyalty’ shot across… anyone considering serious manoeuvres this side of the GE, with the party now mortally wounded. Hang together or…

Brown might want Reid back to restore the fading memory of, wossname, Socialism, before the GE campaign-in-earnest. Bringing him back from the dead might (*might*) solidify 0.001 per cent of the Alice Mahon Tendency, making, er, Rockall difference to the swing to the F.U. party and the BNP.

OK, Reid could put up a barrage of noise to give Brown some cover, spitting abuse on Newsnight. That would cheer Brown’s old friend Kirsty up and it would give the rest of us a laugh. Those who are still listening.

Too late. Dead men walking. Oh - and Harriet.

** Reid is not a medical doctor. He is a PhD like the half of all MPs who do not have inferiority complexes. His thesis, which he started in his mid twenties, was a Marxist critique of zzzzzzzz...

Harman drugs worry

Is Harriet on drugs? Drunk? What?

She introduced her new Equalities Bill yesterday and, with a straight face, she proposes that

Communism, Darwinism, Fascism and Socialism are not beliefs that fall within the definition [of illegal discrimination on grounds of "philosophical belief " and "religion".] nor is adherence to a particular football team. However, beliefs such as atheism and humanism would be covered.

The Notes to the Bill would also seem to provide that

... it will be legal to dismiss and discriminate against those remaining members of the Labour Party who call themselves socialists.

which particularly concerns Paul Waugh -- and who can blame him? We're talking about an endangered species, here.

There has been increasing worry about the poor quality of parliamentary draftsmanship in recent years but this is beyond a joke. I mean, sacking someone because they are a Communist, Darwinist Arsenal supporter. How could you, Harriet. Time you had a lie down, dear girl. You and all your exhausted, desperate colleagues. Take a few years' sabbatical, why don't you? And don't you think it's time to tell Gordon to return to the mother ship before the Men in Black finally throw a cordon round Downing Street? ,

That's a first, Gordon

So the corrupt president of an all-but failed basket-case state has disdained to receive the British Prime Minister.

This on the same day that the EU warns the British government to put its financial house in order and there is uproar at a meeting of the Parliamentary Labour Party -- with Brown at a safe distance in Afghanistan -- and the BBC takes the piss out of his very weird YouTube clip announcing, oh, something else he has had to back down on.

What next? Somalis ashamed to admit they have relatives in Britain? The English marching on Downing Street?

Just how much longer can this shameful farce go on?

Every little helps

The new petition asking Brown to keep calm and carry on is fast rivalling the Eye's 'Made Up Names' column. We seem to be developing a new national hobby.

The chap who started it is, by all reports, a busy little Labour troll.

Go to it, O creative Ones.

Swine flu

Terrible news.

Gordon's on R&R after a bad week in No 10

One cheer

For Matthew Norman for spot-lighting appalling former journalist Kevin Maguire, friend of McBride and Brown apologist. And then he goes and ruins it all.

From memory I can't recall whether any Mirror political supremo has ever officially crossed that flimsy dividing line between journalism and propaganda before, and if so how it panned out.

Such a poor memory for one so young. Sad. Alastair Campbell was the Mirror's political editor until 97. I wonder what happened to him after he left the paper?

Argh

What's the worst thing that could happen to you on your birthday?

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

You think Jacqui Smith is scary? She only wants to read your emails.

The Devil can read minds. Well, mine anyway.

Bye, then, Michael. Please remember, as you think wistfully of the old country from which the thieving Labour Party has driven you out again that only 31 per cent would vote for the bastards if there was an election tomorrow. Please don't hold it against the 31 per cent. They are deranged and brainwashed. They know not what they do. The rest of us are normal and we are going to destroy the Labour Party. Oh, yes, and you can ignore the 71 per cent who, we are told, 'think supertax is a good thing'. It's all in the question, remember? I mean, what sort of answer do you expect if you ask the bloke selling the Big Issue: 'Should the bloke in that Ferrari pay more tax than you?' Never spoil a good poll with sweet reason, eh? Still, you have made the argument clear in a way politicians can't - or won't. And in the red-tops, too. Wall to wall coverage. Well done, that man. Pity you have to sacrifice your home in the process, though. And at your age, too. So long, Michael. Enjoy the sun. Think of us, sometimes, here in the long, long shadow of having voted Labour into power again. Our hearts go with you.

Not cool, just Britannia

So this is the week that New Labour died after a long illness bravely borne by the British people. Toll Labour's death-knell, then, and let us bury the mad, bad delusions. Bury them deep, with a stake through the heart just to be certain.

How far we have come since the days of Cool Britannia. From Blair to Brown, boom to bust, show biz to no biz.

Let's have business as usual. Let's conduct our politics as we used to. Cabinet government and Parliamentary democracy. Untelegenic, educated ministers with integrity who understand how the world really works. Independent civil servants without party allegiance. Boring, honest politics to help us undo the spinning, spad-ridden, quangocratic damage of the past twelve years.

2010.

No.

Just stop it.

We may have to close our 'border with Pakistan'

Britain could not cope with either Swat-trained terrorists or hundreds of thousands of refugees. "Pakistan is what is keeping me awake at night," he said with a voice close to despair.

You too, huh?

Ah. I see.

Re my many complaints about President Obama, this from an American commenting (#352) at Guido's:

The classless, shitty Wal-Mart gifts presented to [ Prime Minister Brown ] were not an attempt to make some sort of statement on the part of Team Obama. The sad little bastards simply didn’t know any better. Sure, they could have just let the long-established White House Office of Protocol handle everthing - had they known it existed.

Similarly, the customary joint press conference was torpedoed not because of any particular sentiment about Mr. Brown, but because Mr. Obama would have had to answer questions sans teleprompter.

Mr. Obama is currently putting in grueling 40-hour weeks, a level of effort the man never exerted before in his entire life. Has to keep busy, got a country to destroy. A big one.

And you think you’re screwed.

Thank you for clearing that up, friend. And good luck.

Now THAT is how to treat Gordon Brown

Boris:

Last summer, when the PM tried once again to avoid shaking the Mayor's proffered hand, he grabbed Mr Brown, pulled him in close and whispered 'So how's it going in Crewe?'

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Wounded, Gordon? Pass the salt, someone.

How to write political commentary

Yet again, ladies and gents, I give you the great SeanT, comment #13 at PB.com

"... an appropriately spent youth involves getting blitzed out your brain at every possible opportunity shows that immaturity can last well into middle age. I agree with the criticism that young people in politics tend to be Miliband-types, but there is a wide range of life experience that can exist between these two types.”

Fair point. However, I spent my youth getting monged on heroin, E, crack, acid and tippex, such that I nearly died several times of an overdose. I went to prison on a rape charge following a theatrically S&M relationship with an heiress.

I was so keen on destroying myself in the most jubilant way possible, I got in knife fights in Marseilles, got kidnapped by hezbollah, got stranded in Siberia where I didn’t eat for three days, became an opium addict in Cairo, lived in a Bangkok hotel that did heroin on room service, was hospitalised due to too much wanking, and I thought I’d fathered a child on a hooker but I hadn’t.

Clearly I am an idiot of the first water. And yet, I predicted that the third quarter of 2009 would most likely see continued UK recession or stagnation contrary to the predictions of the Chancellor of the Exchequer - and it turns out I WAS PROBABLY RIGHT.

Go figure.

For which the gentleman wins another coconut to add to his already enormous luvverly bunch.

Poltix. Basement kitteh's hoomin duz it

On the eve of the most deadly serious budget in decades, ­Gordon Brown posts a YouTube video in which he announces he has scheduled some ­inquiry-­pre-empting debate about MPs' ­expenses. It might as well have been captioned "I can haz bathplug?"

Source.

No idea what this means? Go here. You'll soon pick up the lingo.

Nadine is suing

You go, girl!

Nul points

Received a spam this morning which must be up for the Least Convincing Phish In The World Ever award.

Brief, though. Here it is in its entirety.

You have won a million dollars. Click here to claim it.

Got to love an optimist.

Save the children, Mr Gove

Michael Gove's announcement about liberating primary schools from LEA control is the best possible news. Labour and the NUT will fight it with every weapon they can find for as the NUT correctly says, it means the break up of 'state education'.

Oh, please God let it be so.

Brown's thoroughly dishonest 'raising millions of children out of poverty' is actually about 'raising children' out of relative poverty. That is, giving money earned by and taken from the average working person to people just below their median income level. All that's needed to obtain money from the Robin Hood fund, is a child.

No need to work, if you're an adult. No need to educate your children. They can follow your path. It works. No need to educate yourself, if you're a child. 'Mum's doing all right, int she?'

If you're an uneducated girl, get yourself pregnant and your future income is assured. No need to think about a father for the child. Sisters are doing it for themselves, now. 'Them women at the Social will see you're OK. If the kids want something special you can try charging for a bit of the other to make a bit extra. If there's another kid, well, same thing all over again. Men? Don't make me laugh. All bastards.'

And the boys merrily get their end away any time they feel like it. Well, why the hell not? It's what boys do. 'Eh? Get a job and do what some git tells you all day? Nah. Not worth it, anyway. Make a bit, ducking and diving, nicking in the shops and selling it round the pubs. If you're hard enough, there's drugs but you gotta watch yourself because the gangs don't take prisoners no more.'

Don't laugh. It's a system. It works. Polly Toynbee and the members of her Comfy Club make sure it works.

'Vote Labour! Keep the wicked fascist capitalists out! They will stop your money! Only Labour loves you! Only Labour will give you money whether or not you care for your children! If the government is not on your side, you are alone!' (copyright David Miliband)

Oh, yes, indeed. Keep the educated classes out of power lest they spread their 'independence' contamination to those Labour needs to be dependent on them - and grateful - so that they keep Labour in power.

DO NOT EDUCATE THE PEASANTS. How you gonna keep them down on the farm? How are you going to hold on to their votes, if the Tories offer them a way out through education?

'No selection! It's elitist and elitism is wicked!' Well, no, not in sport, obviously. But that's no problem because sporting trophies don't make you a threat to the established order. Labour's established order. Hey - who said 'all shall have prizes'?

Prior to the 1960s, most of Labour's leaders were principled men and women who had come through the 20's and 30s and the war, and were actually on the side of the poor and naturally believed in education for all. They supported grammar schools because they were the most effective means ever devised for lifting people out of poverty.

Unfortunately for the Project, grammar schools educated people so that their alumni, of whom I am one, thought for themselves. They chose, in disconcertingly large numbers, to challenge socialism and even refute it.

Something had gone badly wrong. Not with socialism - obviously. With the education system. It was sowing the seeds of the failure of The Marxist Project. Something had to be done.

Anthony Crosland had the answer. 'If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to destroy every fucking grammar school in England. And Wales. And Northern Ireland.'

That's the idea. Stop educating the group from which the challenge will otherwise come! Close the grammar schools, as the Marxist Martin McGunness is doing today in Northern Ireland. It was and remains the first vital step in the Project, as revised by the experience of actually educating the masses.

The revolutionaries of the Swinging Sixties knew what they were doing and they soon came to power on the left of the Labour Party. (They control the European Parliament, now, by the way. This is not an accident. 'Green' is the chosen name of the second generation of the same family.)

Make no mistake, the 60s were a real revolution. 'Swinging Sixties.' Sounds fun, doesn't it? It wasn't. I was there. Forget the sweet music. It was a time of viciousness. Teacher or student, if you stood in their way, the Left and especially the powerful NUS would destroy you. Remember ULU, Jack Straw? Trevor Phillips? I remember you.

Well, you won, you smiling, smarmy, controlling, fucking evil destroyers of lives and of my country, but unfortunately for you it's almost over. Before you die, I hope to God Almighty that you see the social hell which you have built reduced to smoking rubble, a free man or woman standing atop it, damning you to hell at the top of his or her voice for the destruction you and your kind have wrought on the benighted, poverty-stricken innocents whose lives you blighted unto the third and fourth generation. And may that cry of rage be the last thing you hear before you are hoist on to your lamp-post, your feet basted in your own blood to attract the wolves. But I digress.

Since the Marxists' Gramscian long march through the education establishment began in the 1960s, they have systematically destroyed the British state education system and done their best to destroy the private education system too, it being the last redoubt of those who defy them.

'There shall be no educated people. There shall only be trained people. We shall have a national curriculum and we shall control all teachers and all teaching methods. We shall set targets and examinations and we shall train children to pass those examinations. But we will not educate them and we shall not permit anyone else to educate them. We shall prevent parents from educating their children as they wish. All children shall be educated in accordance with The Project. Anyone who does not cooperate will be punished.

'Depriving parents of education, we shall also make it unnecessary. We shall tax those who create and earn wealth and give their money to the uneducated, rendering education otiose among the dependent classes.

'Unable to provide for themselves, they will be totally dependent upon us. Their only alternative is too desperate to contemplate and in any event, they will not be capable of considering any alternative the possibility of which we shall train them to deny.

'We shall make a growing constituency an offer they simply cannot refuse: Vote Labour.

They will breed, of course. We need to destroy any concept of 'marriage' because marriage means mutual support and extended families which are inimical to The Project because they must depend on the state alone. If the government is not on your side, you are alone. There will be propaganda to teach them to sneer at it: 'Marriage oppresses women. Marriage is middle class. Marriage is not for the likes of us.'

The key to all of this lay in the schools. They had to be be destroyed, rebuilt and controlled.

Well, it happened.

For generations, the least able British people have been carefully taught to disregard education. Compare and contrast with every other society in the world, whether in fabulously wealthy North America, commercially competitive China (which discarded socialism decades ago in favour of state capitalism) or desperately poor rural Africa where every barefoot indigent child wants pencils before anything else.

For 95 per cent of the world, education is regarded as the sine qua non, the fast highway out of poverty. Well, quite. But not in Labour's Britain, where millions of welfare dependants see little or no point in the 'education' they are offered. Where parents side with violent and ineducable children against their teachers.

Polly Toynbee, one of Brown's chief cheerleaders, albeit an unbelievably thick one, wails daily (and gets well paid for it) that the privately educated are running farther and farther ahead of 'ordinary people'.

Well of course they fucking are, you evil tart. YOU KNOW that your system is DESIGNED to hold people back, you lying bitch. Labour has constructed a system in which nobody may be educated so it is hardly surprising that the educated escapee ends up having all the advantages that reality can confer. Think about it: in the land of the blind proletariat, the one-eyed man is... oh.

Every action produces a reaction. Labour's policies have ensured that Britain now has Europe's greatest home-grown social breakdown problem. The underclass is vast and getting out of control. And, increasingly and crucially, it does not vote.

Gordon Brown deliberately spent the workers' money on trying to salvage what was supposed to be his core vote but the workers have been getting restless... and the money has begun to run out...

The plan is backfiring. The welfare bill, and the payroll of the burgeoning number of those employed to administer it and to allay its worst consequences (child abuse, gang crime, drug wars, ill health...) is becoming unaffordable.

See, Polly? See? You see what happens when Socialism clashes with reality? Socialism loses.

The reality of the mess he has made catching up with him, Brown saw his vote dwindling, so he cynically supplemented it by encouraging mass immigration of thousands of non-productive village peasants who could be herded by Labour's 'community leaders' into the correct pen at election time. A corruption-friendly postal vote system was put in place to ensure that the 'community leaders' delivered the correct election results. The police were ordered to cooperate with the 'community leaders' and to turn a blind eye to any little unBritish foibles imported by the new communities, like electoral fraud, Yardie culture, wife-beating and so on.

Advancing his plan -- remaining in power for ever through massive exploitation of the people, destruction of the constitution and corrupt practices -- has proved cripplingly expensive, but it wasn't Gordon Brown's money. He had the power to borrow and spend, tax and spend -- and he did, like a drunken sailor. He talked of 'investment', colouring himself virtuous and his opponents malign.

He even suckered the terminally vain and stupid Teresa May into playing him at this game which of course she lost, the blind bitch. She gratuitously handed Brown the Ace of Trumps with her suicidal 'Nasty Party' lecture (on television!) to Conservative party workers. They should have grabbed her by the hair and pulled her from the platform there and then and taken her out and hanged her. It would have saved David Cameron several years work and might have prised Brown's fingers off the levers of government years ago. Please God, if there is any F in Justice, let her never be given a peerage. As it was, Gordon Brown simply blinked in disbelief at his luck.

Brown has always known it would not last for ever but he thought he could spin it out ('spin' - geddit?) until he retired from office as a great Labour Prime Minister to which end his chief aims were the growth of his client base ('helping hardworking families') and the utter destruction of those who would stand in his way -- the Conservative Party. Not in that order.

The money was always going to run out. Brown has merely brought the day of reckoning forward by overplaying his hand, out of sheer hubris. (Blair held him back, to an extent, for a time.) He bred his captive voters too quickly. Social disorder is increasing and dysfunctional towns and cities are multiplying. Public health is suffering. The prisons are bursting while there is nowhere to put the increasing numbers of hard criminals. It's all going terribly wrong. The welfare state is sinking.

And the Internet is getting people talking... a revolt is brewing...

And now, Events.

There he was, bouncing and spinning like a glowering beach ball when the banking system which he had done so much to build up, which for years he bled for tax and which his ignorant machinations... OOPS!... wrecked, collapsed.

Credit crunch. Recession. Brown's tax-cow has no more money. The foreign lenders whom he is begging to bail him out are giving him disbelieving sideways looks. The Project is halted by the filthy capitalists reality.

The Labour Party has nothing left to offer Britain. No money for its underclass. Not even integrity. Brown and his government are finished, seen for what they are: corrupt, incompetent, destructive and nasty. Their death throes will continue for a while and but there is no recovery.

The Conservatives, which is to say, educated people -- those kept out of Labour's destructive 'system' thanks to their families' hard work and sacrifice -- and others who somehow have retained contact with reality and commonsense, must soon don overalls, thigh boots, industrial gloves and gas masks, and start wading into Labour's deep, deep shit and try their best to set Labour's slaves free of their chains. The clean-up and rehabilitation will take decades.

You may have to go armed, Mr Cameron. There will be rage. There will also be suffering, because there will have to be amputations without anaesthetic. There is not enough anaesthetic in the world to ease the pain the patient must endure if his life is to be saved.

And the work must start in the schools.

If anyone knows, he does

There are not enough people prepared to man the barricades to keep us in the winning position we had before. - Peter Mandelson.

Well, thank God for that.

"We have a dramatic national emergency"

So says Geoffrey Robinson, Labour's former Paymaster General, on Newsnight.

What, again?

EVERY SINGLE LABOUR GOVERNMENT WE HAVE EVER HAD HAS LEFT OUR ECONOMY IN RUINS.

MacDonald - ruins

Attlee - ruins

Wilson - ruins

Callaghan - ruins

Blair/Brown - ruins

- Wat Tyler

EPIC FAIL.

Tell Brown to go

Click HERE.

Let's make it a million signatures. At least.

And spread the word yourself!

It only took them 17 years

... but tonight a BBC journalist admitted that MARGARET THATCHER DID NOT CUT PUBLIC SPENDING.

Paul Mason said on Newsnight that PUBLIC SPENDING ROSE UNDER MARGARET THATCHER. Finally.

And today the IFS said that Gordon Brown's 40% of GDP target will be met... in 2032, by which time, let us pray, Labour will be nothing more than a wince-making memory for the elderly and totally mystifying to the young who will ask their grandparents, 'How the fff... did anyone -- I mean anyone -- fall for all that crap?'

Quote of the Day

From everybody's favourite wordsmith, Gordon '69 per cent disapproval rate' Brown, on the day the Tories took an 18 per cent poll lead (= maj. 150) :

We can win in this fast-moving world of the future.

What? Oh, all right. Course you can, old son, course you can.

Nurse! He's out of bed again.

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Thanks to commenter Dyed in the Wool Somewhere at PB.com (#37)

Why, thank you, Darling

With their wholly political and economically risible 50 per cent tax rate for top earners, Alastair Darling and Gordon Brown handed George Osborn a gift.

They thought they were so smart, hoping to force Osborne to say whether or not he would abolish it, and so drawing one of Brown's fatuous 'dividing lines'.

The despised Boy George has not only swatted that one away, he has turned it into an opportunity to stuff one of Gordon's favourite phrases down his throat. Whenever he's asked about it he says he can't think about that now because he's concentrating on easing the tax burden 'for the many, not the few'. ('The many' being people on £20k whose NI is going up.)

Hahahaha. Lovely.

How d'ye like them onions, Gordon?

Next.

Blindingly brilliant, magisterial stuff

... from the very great John Redwood in the Commons, yesterday.

What the fuck did you just ask me? *

Gordon Brown decrees that MPs should receive a per diem payment just for turning up. He is outraged that the other parties disagree. He shouts angrily about them having no conscience or some such insulting, Righteous nonsense.

He cannot see how warped is his political vision nor how much it conflicts with the principles of good governance in a parliamentary democracy. He has led the Labour Party so far from the standards of integrity observed by ordinary people in their daily lives, and so far from the observance of the common principles which citizens consider both proper and normal for themselves and their elected governors, as to make him and his party both preposterous and inimical to the public good.

The corruption of Labour and of its political soul is now almost total and everyone can see it for themselves.

This disagreement between Brown and the rest is a definitive dividing line between the Labour party’s view of what an MP should be – and do – and that of the electorate who live in the real world and take an utterly different view of Parliamentary governance.

For Brown to imagine that the public would approve a daily bung of hundreds of pounds on top of your pay cheque just for turning up for work provides the best possible proof of that.

The electors expect MPs to present themselves for their salaried work, do their work conscientiously and present receipts when claiming essential out-of-pocket expenses, just as most citizens do. Anything else is considered impertinent or abusive.

There is a fundamental split between the Labour Party's view of membership of Parliament and mine. And possibly yours.

The Labour Party thinks that MPs should have no other job than sitting in the House of Commons or, when in their constituencies, acting as über social workers. They roundly abuse anyone who has the effrontery to bring to the House of Commons any professional expertise or broader perspective which would challenge their blinkered, puritan, statist ideal of control – by themselves – of everyone outside it.

The Conservatives and Liberals oppose Brown's version of parliamentary representation and are therefore to be condemned.

Unlike Labour MPs who move seamlessly from University to wonk to MP without ever contacting Planet Earth and therefore learn nothing about anything outside politics and as a result cock up everything they touch out of deep ignorance, most Conservative MPs (and some others) have experience as fee-earning professionals or in the wealth-producing commercial/industrial sector where righteous blather does not trump realism. They are, ipso facto, contaminated by the non-socialist, non-statist world and hence unworthy to represent the people in parliament. Their experience and knowledge of how normal people conduct their lives is not regarded as useful in the service of the electors - it is suspect. Suspicious. The words vested interest are murmured. But of course, only in connection with non-Labour Members, whereas vested interest in the agenda of trades unions or the extension of the quangocracy and the welfare state are discounted, not to be compared -- because these things are socialist and ipso facto virtuous.

Non-socialists, Conservatives from the commercial world, may only take a place in the House of Commons, according to Labour's political theology, if they forego any connection with their background and give themselves up totally to the business of sitting, quiescent, on their arses in the Palace of Westminster, being dictated to by someone more virtuous. Someone like Gordon Brown, perhaps.

In contrast with Labour's urge to feather the nests of professional politicians, the Tory party proposes a reimbursement system which will be very familiar to the inhabitants of the real world: a list of a few reasonable expenses to be reimbursed upon the production, within 28 days, of receipts.

Such a scheme is wholly incomprehensible to someone like Gordon Brown, and to his comrades and clients in Labour’s spiritual homeland, the public and welfare sectors, where money is not actually real and therefore does not have to be created or earned, but anyway is always mysteriously available from God knows where or whom, just for the asking.

I have written before that in my perfect world the elected representatives of the people would receive no pay whatsoever for the honour of representing their fellow countrymen. The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker, along with the tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man and beggarman – but not the thief – should be able to take a place in the House of Commons at the behest of a majority of their neighbours (constituents).

Their employer or their business should give them paid leave to attend, as with the Territorial Army.

They should be reimbursed, on the prompt submission of receipts, for reasonable personal expenses incurred in the course of doing what their neighbours (constituents) ask of them, namely to represent them in the legislature and to do their best on their electors’ behalf to ensure that a few just men and woman of integrity are given limited powers, under a minimum of just laws devised by all of those elected, sufficient only to keep the peace, feed and shelter the poorest among us, protect us from our enemies and enable us to flourish with the help of the invisible hand.

That’s it. Nothing more. Minimum pay for minimum lawmaking.

Unfortunately, we must move from my Utopia to the ghastly reality of the European Union which now seeks to control everything from the ‘sexual health’ of its hundreds of millions of citizens (including the 'sexual education' of kindergarten children) to the defence of its outer borders; from how and when one may climb a ladder to the dimensions of a fish which a trawlerman may catch off his own coastline (which is no longer his coastline); from whether or not a people may observe their chosen moral laws to who may live where and at whose expense.

The greater part by far of all the laws enacted in the Houses of Parliament is European law which the British Parliament may not reject but which it merely needs to interpret for British conditions. Our Parliament has agreed to this state of affairs by various Treaties with our neighbours and in so doing has passed its law-making authority to them, retaining one twenty-seventh of its former national lawmaking authority.

It would seem to follow that the House of Commons has one twenty-seventh of its former workload.

Yet MPs still 'work' for most of the year. Doing what? Passing unnecessary domestic laws for two purposes: (a) to fill their time in order to justify their pay, by (b) extending their own enormous powers and patronage, and increasing their control over, and their power to interfere with and invade, our persons, homes and lives.

Other than that, procedure in the Commons under this Labour government has become mere shadow-play. Only the House of Lords performs any useful function despite the fact that Labour's 'reforms' (don't get me started) have ensured that its red benches are populated by former agitproppers and corrupt, rich men who have bought their seats from Blair-Brown. The House of Lords is, nevertheless, powerless to give the Executive even the briefest pause in its onward march to state control of everything.

• Since 1997, Prime Ministers and other ministers have disdained to answer in person to the House in any substantive sense. They either absent themselves or become angry when questioned.
• Written questions to ministers from MPs are refused on the grounds that they would be too much trouble to answer.
• Most discussion by our elected representatives’ is guillotined – the government shuts it down at whim.
• The government forbids completely any discussions which it finds threatening to its purposes.
• Extra-Parliamentary legislation is constantly made up by individual ministers at whim, ruling our lives ex cathedra with nothing more than a Note lodged in the Parliamentary record.

Not only should the British people complain ever more loudly that we no longer make our own laws and that a thousand years' heritage has been destroyed in a few decades. We should complain that our MPs are spending too much time in Parliament, filling up their time by empowering themselves to dictate the minutiae of our lives.

But, you say, they already take several months’ paid vacation every year. Yes, and if we are doomed to remain a vassal state of the EU then let them stop making up laws we do not need just in the pretence that they are doing something useful, which they are not, but let them take even more holiday. They can then pay themselves (out of our pockets) less, pro rata. Then let them go out and get themselves proper jobs, if anyone will employ them, while remaining Members of the Parliament of the little vassal state of Britain whose laws are mostly made by some foreigners in the Land of Far-far-away..

Or else let our MPs reclaim the governance of this country from foreign powers, as the people wish (and they know it) and let them restore the House of Commons to its former honoured position as the British people’s place of meeting and of law-making, and let ministers be required absolutely to answer for their actions, in person, to the people’s representatives.

'Member of Parliament' should not be a job title. It should not be a source of adequate income for any but the members of a very small Cabinet. For them, we can talk about pay. For the rest of them, we can talk about reasonable expenses. But let’s see some receipts. Plasma TVs and gazebos will not be reimbursed.

For a slightly different take on this discussion, read the Mash report.

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* I am indebted to the Daily Mash for the title of this post. Where would we be without it?

Not Evan's Darling, then

Brilliant interview of Darling by Evan Davies on the Today Programme this morning.

Ignoring all the ‘help for families now’ bullshit, he got stuck right into the Chancellor, repeating and repeating the five things which needed to be said:

1. The Budget figures are tosh.
2. The 50 per cent tax rate is wholly political and economically irrelevant.
3. This is a do-nothing budget. There is really serious danger for the country from 2013 onwards and you have done nothing about it.
4. You have put off absolutely everything that needs to be done until after the election so that your opponents will have to do the really hard stuff at enormous political cost.
5. You are proposing cuts for after 2011 which are deeper than those made by the Thatcher government.
6. You are proposing cuts and savings which you said were impossible and wicked when the Tories proposed them.

Darling had no answers. He stuck to a monotonous chant of 'global shock to the system'. He was bang to rights - politically - and he knew he was.

In the space of about twelve minutes, Davies accused Darling, and by obvious implication, Brown, of concocting an irresponsible, political budget comprising lies, hypocrisy, fake figures, economic incompetence of the highest order, gross dereliction of duty and a pre-election scorched earth policy.

And he did all in the best possible taste.

Nice work, Mr Davies. Keep it up.

A brave effort from Jolly Hockey-sticks

On Newsnight, irritating sixth-former Yvette Cooper (Liars Party) was up against calmly competent grown-up Philip Hammond (Govt. in Waiting Party) and my grandma's fantasy grandpa, old hand Vince Cable (Last Tango Party).

She talked tosh of course, but that's her role in life and she did it bravely, as befits a Balliol girl. The adults wiped the floor with her, naturally, and after a lot of repetitive shouting she fell back on her familiar 'worried frown' ploy, looking angrily frightened about the damage which they - in fact anyone but her beloved and his boss - would wreak in the British economy if given the chance, and how grateful we should all be that we have a Labour government.

Tiresome. Pitiful. But I'll say one thing for her. She's got Balls.

Budget 2009: What he said

Mr E runs his jaundiced proctologist's eye over today's proceedings.

Brace, brace.

Nasty cough you've got there, Adam

"An election budget from a government on the run"

Self-employed? WHACK! Brown's Lil Darling just nicked another great chunk of your pension.

Got a public service pension? Carry on, chum. Vote Labour. We'll keep the Red Flag flying here.

"Tax: High 60s per cent for earners £100k+"

"Outstanding incompetence"

H/t ASI

Harder, Dave... until you hit bone

Better things to do

The usual suspects are all doing live chats on the Budget. Er, no thanks. I already have acid.

I'll catch up with the facts later, once the propaganda has been filtered out. If DC scores a a big hit I daresay I will hear about that too although I expect the Brown Bastard's War Machine will have done its best to wrong-foot him with planted false 'leaks' on which to base some of his reply to the budget.

I don't really care what's in the budget. They can't make things better and they can hardly make them worse. Substantively, it will be nothing very much in economic terms. Politically, it will be a steaming pile of stinking shite, Brown's last but one throw of the dice, or even possibly his last. Doing some good for the British people won't get a look in. It's not a priority. No, I do not plan to sit around to be lied to this afternoon.

Let's leave Alastair Darling out of this. He is almost totally irrelevant. The best he can hope for is to restrain Brown's urges, but it will be too little and too late - and he can only do that much because Smeargate has weakened Brown who cannot now afford to smack Darling too hard.

Overall, this Budget will see The Ruiner, his Balls torn and bleeding but his heightened fury never more vicious and dangerous, laying about him at immeasurable cost to the working and tax-paying people of this country, and the thrifty, and the savers, and the old about whom he does not give a flying fuck as long as he secures the votes of his employees and his clients. His chief aim is to leave the Conservatives at least one Parliament's worth of unbelievable shit to deal with from 2010, in the hope that during the following four years Labour can hand the Black Spot (the 'Nasty Party' label) back to them and bring Cameron crashing down in 2014.

It could happen. It's a cruel world. But please God haven't we suffered enough?

I am sick of Brown and his lying bastard bed-blockers. They are keeping decent people out of government while they cling to power with their soiled hands and their stuffed pockets, all the while spitting poison at any who would pry their rotting fingernails from the political cliff edge and let them drop, and feeding their oily, self-serving lies to the electorate, to whom they owe their temporary permit to govern and their place at the trough which they have abused so insultingly.

Enjoy the Budget speeches. I'm out to lunch.

Party funding

No wonder there's muttering about state funding...

“If the Conservative party had a single donor called UnitePLC that provided 40% of its donations, provided the CEO of the Conservative party, had its Head of PR setup websites for the Conservatives, hired people like Derek McPoison to run smear campaigns, unfairly influenced the process whereby many of its UnitePLC employees become Conservative MPs through donations and UnitePLC block votes in CLPs….. we would all be outraged at the infiltration of the Conservative party by a single company. But if we just changed the word Conservative to Labour in the above and deleted “plc” we arrive at the state of the Labour party.”

That's lifted whole from PB.com who lifted it from a comment at LabourHome.

Gordon's old mate Charlie Whelan is The Man, of course...

Arse Minister orders: 'Find my arse!'

Gordon 'Call Me Responsible' Brown's Arse Arts Minister, Andrew Burnham, is an arse.

Culture Secretary Andy Burnham left a briefcase containing confidential documents on a train yesterday. [...] Mr Burnham apologised for the blunder and ordered a review of security procedures in his department.

The Sun, h/t CH

A security review in Mr Burnham's vast Arse Department is overdue. Senior civil servants are known to be concerned that the Minister is frequently diverted from fulfilling the government's agenda by having to devote his time to fruitlessly searching for his own arse with both his hands.

Asked to comment, Ed 'Liar' Balls said he may have met Mr Arse once or twice but had no idea that he was a Cabinet colleague.

Brogan's back and firing from the hip

... the most significant development of the week is the outing of Ed Balls and his shadow spin operation. Did he really say of "Mr" Damian McBride: "I haven't been involved in his political work"? Eh? The opening post of a new blog should set the tone by avoiding sensation. It should be scrupulously fair-minded. At all cost it should avoid unedifying name-calling. So I shall merely say, in the gentlest way possible: "liar liar, pants on fire".

Welcome back, Ben. A hundred thousand welcomes.

A liar, earlier.

WTF is 'involuntary euthanasia'?

According to the BBC, the Gosport hospital has been accused, in a document not given to the Coroner's jury (why?), of practising 'involuntary euthanasia'.

I think they mean MURDER.

BBC's Political Editor in eyebrows shock

This morning on the Today Programme, Ed Balls tried to distance himself from Mad Dog McBride, variously described by some of his colleagues in the Politburo as 'a junior civil servant' and 'a junior adviser'. Balls asks us to believe that he barely knew the bloke, yer onner, only dimly remembering him as a fairly efficient press office on matters economic. Up next, the BBC's Political Editor, home from his Easter holiday.

I have to say my eyebrows shot to the ceiling when I heard that clip. Damian McBride wasn't 'one of hundreds of people who work in Downing Street' as some ministers have suggested. He was the closest media adviser to the Prime Minister for many, many years, and he was known extraordinarily well by Ed Balls, was a close ally of his, and was keen to promote stories that helped Ed Balls, not just stories that helped Gordon Brown, and they knew what, politically, he was about. They may not have known every detail of what he did... those emails... but they knew his style, they liked his style, they employed him, they worked with him, and any attempt to suggest they didn't won't succeed.

My emphasis. Click the image to go to the BBC Today Programme website to hear Balls and Robinson.

Hahahahahaha....

The Politburo's Department of Stupid complained to Pravda when they heard Guido was to be on the Daily Politics programme.

The Scourge of the Bastards appeared anyway (the make-over was money well spent, Mrs Fawkes, don't you agree?) and as soon as he was off-air promptly blogged the stupid bastards' stupid stupidity.

Will they never learn?

How can people this stupid be asking us to vote for them?

Oh, yes. I know. It's because they're fucking stupid.

Stupid bastards.

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Move along. Draw a line. Et cetera.

That's what she thinks.

So you lied, Prime Minister. Again.

You have not written to Mrs Osborne.

You are a liar.

Resign, Prime Minister.

UPDATE Accusation withdrawn - this time. Just the specific detail, though. Brown is a liar and should resign for many reasons but on this (and Dale has corrected his post, too) the fact is that Osborne said Brown wrote but did not apologise.

Comment of the day

Thatcher told us that she needed her Willy, how long will Brown cling on without his Balls?

Respect to Logdon at CoffeeHouse

Oh look, they're wounded. Pass the salt.

Great attack blog, Dolly! Comments allowed, too. Excellent.