THE FACE OF THE COALITION, EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY.
Colonel von Fawkes of the Israeli Army and order-order is getting some stick from MediaMinster over his coverage of the sleeping arrangements of Hague, 49 and Myers, 25 and their breakfast-emergence, resembling two men off to a Kylie Minogue concert, above.
All of those feverishly damning "right-wing bloggers" refrain from mentioning that Hague's sleeping partner, half his age, simply waltzed - or is it sambad ? - into a thirty-grand a year job at the FO, without any of the formalities relating to equal opportunities recruitment. What does it matter if he swings both ways, they bleat, he is an excellent foreign secretary, they say, despite there being no evidence for that whatsoever, merely Coalition spin. Similarly, Hague is the best leader the Tories ever had, they screech, even though he isn't, not by a mile, baseball cap, an hour to save the pound, he was rubbish, even by their standards. That any decent person would have resigned over the Hague-Masterminded Ashcroft Manouvre is a consideration much too lofty for his supporters.
The Coaliton-loving and newly right-wing Guardian deplores the gay-bashing of the unreconstructed rumourmongers, heedless of Hague's own, distinguished gay-bashing parliamentary record. Mr Ed Balls, soon-to-be a disappointed and unwilling Millibandite shadow cabineteer, claims that he and his Mrs, Yvette Cooper, were similarly defamed by Fawkes when, in fact, nothing could be further from the truth - the Balls-Coopers were, to my knowledge, held to account by Fawkes only for their ridiculous mutual expenses-claiming regime. My young friend, stanislav, often railed at then Labour ministers appointing favoured rentboys as SpAds - as well as ridiculing the Hague and Coe Workout Team - but Fawkes was more circumspect, leaving his commenters to state the bleeding obvious.
That there is an avalanche of hypocrisy, triggered by these revelations is not in dispute but it does not emanate from the Fawkesians. The press and the Beeb, having succesively, wholeheartedly championed thirty years' worth of the same old thieving. arse-banditing, child-molesting, purse-cutting, gaybashing, wogbashing, warmongering, shit-eating, toilet-creeping, fucked-up, misanthropic, power-crazed, unaccountable degenerate rubbish in government, now feel compelled to champion MediaMinster's last throw of the dice - the Coalition - and are now soft-pedalling on BillyBoy and his Old-Enough-To-Be His-Father liaisons deliberately dangereuse. Hague's grotesque protestations, a Wildean over-reaction, are reported, mistakenly, as proof of Fawkes's and the Daily Mail's cupidity. As though shabby revelations of miscarriage are proof of straightness, Hague, determined to cling to office, plunders even his wife's tragic womb.
I don't know what kind of a creepy, egotisitical, self-serving nutterbastard you have to be to so publicly involve, out and then dump a young man or to so parade a woman's tragedy but Hague is all of them. Fuck him; gay, straight, bisexual, sado-masochist, coprophiliac, to name but the front bench; fuck them all.
I don't know what kind of a creepy, egotisitical, self-serving nutterbastard you have to be to so publicly involve, out and then dump a young man or to so parade a woman's tragedy but Hague is all of them. Fuck him; gay, straight, bisexual, sado-masochist, coprophiliac, to name but the front bench; fuck them all.
7 comments:
Ministers simply could not do their jobs without having a squad of bright young men at their command to disappear obstructive Sir Humphreys, to tell them what policies they should adopt and to give them good advice, based on all their worldly and political experience, on how not to simple themselves in public. All that for only £30k each! Bargain, really. I don't know why we bother with Govament when a few dozen SpAds could run the country for us instead.
Ministers simply could not do their jobs without having a squad of bright young men at their command to disappear obstructive Sir Humphreys, to tell them what policies they should adopt and to give them good advice, based on all their worldly and political experience, on how not to simple themselves in public. All that for only £30k each! Bargain, really. I don't know why we bother with Govament when a few dozen SpAds could run the country for us instead.
(I hope this does not get posted twice. It did not seem to load the first time I tried).
Oh ach y fi.
If this is what one of them will do to someone they profess to love, beard or boyfriend: we have seen the true relationship between the professed friends, Jug Ears, Bongo Head and Mandelson....if they treat each other like this, what the hell do they think of us ?
Worth reading twice, mrs n.
It is one of the axioms, here, mr Yardarm - they, all of them, have far more in common with each other than with us. What is so depressing is that so many of the shat-upon identify with the shitters.
Even in the face of this despicable, reptilian conduct, millions acclaim the turd, Hague,
Very true, Mrs Narcolept. Why are all these Spads five years of age? What do they know that is so special that their advice can be so sought? Didn't Cameroon start out as one of those - Spad to the Badger Man? Let us hope that there aren't any old hotel bills laying about the place.
Such a delicious photograph, Mr. Ish. The boys look so happy and relaxed. Must be that good night's sleep they enjoyed in their twin beds. After all, it's not as if anything else could have been going on. Mr. Hague is a married man, not, unhappily, blessed with children, that political necessity, but that certainly wasn't for want of trying, as he has, rather embarassingly, explained to the nation. No, no, were it not for cruel fate he would have been just like those other famously married-with-children celebrities: Mr and Mrs Gordon Brown, Mr and Mrs CallhimDave Cameron, Mr and Mrs Tony Blair, and of course, Mr and Mrs Oscar Wilde.
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