LOW FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES.
EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY
Conrad Black's gang of slimy, moneygrubbing supporters has - apart from Mr Hague, of JCB, who, it must be said, Mr Tiny Speaker, conferred ay very useful peerage on ay great journalist and ay most successful thieving fucking bastard - all but left the stage; Kissinger and Thatcher, directors of his company, in exchange for a few grand, used to sign-off his bent accounts and the last gang of braying pinstripe Tory spivs, Tebbit and Co - great man, tells it like it is, racist, sexist, bent as a nine-bob note get on yer bike, Norm, only not, like him, the whining guttersnipe, onto the board of Telecoms which he privatised; former employee of al Fayed, now gobby bumboy to the freakish Barclay Twins - spin out their meagre years filibustering for filth in the shitrags; hard to see how, their paid slags dead or dying, Black and Babs could re-establish their loathsome partying lifestyles on this side of the pond. But you never know, maybe he could bring his great historian's skills to the task of entrenching CallHimDave in the Myth of Elected Premiership; these right-wing demagogues, Truth doesn't figure, does it, no more than it troubled the Gang of Four. Maybe, as a Coalition peer, Black might help CallHimDave address the problems of Broken Britain, as they proceed to smash it up completely.
The Supreme Court, though, rewriting the law and letting the old tosser out on bail, what's all that about?
Seems to me that anyone who can count to ten on their fingers can see that Black, at Babs's urging, was spensing money he didn't have, somebody else's money, little people's money. As the entire working class of the developed world is now chastised and impoverished for the sins of Capital, is the release of this turd just a piece of icing on its shitty, immune from prosecution cake, first Goldman Sachs, then Fred Goodwin, now this cunt? Answers, please, in the usual form.