In an exclusive interview with the Observer Kinnock, who led Labour from 1983 to 1992, says Ed Miliband has all the vital gifts necessary to put the party back in power and possesses more leadership qualities than his brother. "I would say he has got the X-Factor, especially where the X is the sign you put on the voting slip at election time."
(There's more of this airhead shit at The World's Leading Liberal Voice.)
Kinnock ought to know, right? Having fucked-up the most easily-winnable general election - against John Major - with his ghastly, embarrassing rockandrolling, the stupid ginger prick and then having gone over to Europe to enrich he and his family before coming back to windbag us some more. Yeah, Neil's the dude, alright.
One, just one of the initiatives which Kinnock is celebrated for is, as a paid spokesman - a grand a week - for an electronic balloting company, ramming this method, together with some rotten forms of gerrymandering cooked up by Douglas FishFace, into the last Scottish General Election, depriving many, maybe ten per cent, of their votes and delivering a result so flawed that any decent politicians would have demanded a re-run. Terrified of doing even worse in a a repeat election, all the shitbags at Holyrood resisted calls for a proper election, resulting in the blabbermouthing tribesmen of Alec Lard and Nicola Moustache making Scotland resemble not a Celtic but a lunatic fringe.
The Arsebridger conveniently omits a mention of Kinnock's pivotal role in the shameful bullying of the auditor who refused to sign-off the books of he and his equally spectacularly incompetent and bent, sinecured commissioners.
If this is the best Labour can do, a grubby, greedy, failed gabshiting hypocrite, they may as well pack it in. Kinnock, Blair, Brown, Mandelson, Campbell and their fawning, anti-democratic acolytes, the Ballses and the Millipedes, these fuckers are, having destroyed it, no more to do with the Labour movement than is Call-Me-Knave Cameron. And probably a good deal less. Elder statesman my arse.
In a break from counting their fiddled expenses, two greedy, ignorant, shameless, knobhead fuckpigs pose for the camera.
Lord and Lady Kinnock of Brussels.
I will go back to the people of Islwyn and serve them for as long as they'll have me, or until the Europe job comes up, in a few weeks.
(Kinnock, in one of his many conceding-defeat speeches.)