ROLL OF HONOUR
Showing posts with label AINSWORTH. Show all posts
Showing posts with label AINSWORTH. Show all posts
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Saturday, 1 August 2009
MORE WARRIOR BLUES, VIETNAM REVISITED
Sam Stone is now almost a cliche but as today's short-changed, battle-shocked warriors become vets there will be an upsurge in the jail population, in the shoestring drug centres, among the ragged people, sleeping rough; Bob Ainsworth, Des Browne, John Reid and Geoff Hoon may sigh a little in their affluent retirements and then continue in their prattish peerages and grubby sinecures, nonetheless avariciuosly, untroubled by Decency's sleepless moans. Listen to this, John Prine, unlike the aforementioned worthies, was a serviceman.
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
FORTY SHILLIN' ON THE DRUM.
LONDON (Reuters) - The government launched a legal bid on Tuesday to reduce compensation awards made to two soldiers for injuries suffered in service.
The Ministry of Defence is seeking a ruling over awards made to Light Dragoon Anthony Duncan, who now walks on crutches after being shot on patrol in Iraq, and Royal Marine Matthew McWilliams who fractured his thigh in a military exercise.
Duncan was originally awarded 9,250 pounds but that was increased to 46,000 pounds by an appeal tribunal while McWilliams was awarded 8,250 pounds, which was increased to 28,750 pounds on appeal.
The High Court upheld the higher awards, ruling that the Ministry of Defence (MoD) argument that there should be a distinction between the original injury and later complications was "absurd," the Press Association reported.
The legal action comes after two more soldiers died in Afghanistan, bringing the total killed in the bloodiest month for British soldiers in the campaign to 22.
On Monday the government announced the end of the five-week "Panther's Claw" offensive, saying it had succeeded in driving militants out of population centres ahead of Afghan elections next month.
Natalie Lieven, the lawyer representing Defence Secretary Bob Ainsworth, told the Court of Appeal on Tuesday that awards for injuries are made under the Armed Forces and Reserve Forces Compensation Order.
She said the Upper Tribunal Administrative Appeal Chamber had made wrong conclusions about the Order and had set out a number of principles on how it should be interpreted.
"The impact of that decision covers the large majority of cases under the Order and is therefore of very great importance to the Secretary of State and to the proper decision-making in many future cases," she said. Continued...
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
DESERT ISLAND STANISLAV, MARCH 2008
IN THE DARK CORNERS OF POWER AND SELF-INTEREST, QUESTIONS ARE FINALLY BEING ASKED. HOW LONG CAN THE MYTH BE PERPETUATED THAT BOB AINSWORTH IS FIT FOR ANYTHING, LET ALONE HIS CURRENT ROLE AS SECRETARY OF STATE FOR DEFENCE? IN A PARLIAMENTARY OCEAN OF COWARDLY, MONEY-GRUBBING MEDIOCRITY, AINSWORTH SETS NEW STANDARDS OF OAFISHNESS, LAUGHABLE, DID THEY NOT MAKE ONE WEEP.
DULCE ET DECORUM EST PRO PATRIA INCENDERE
If we would know our rulers - in all parties and in all media - look no further than the TV interviews given recently by Armed Forces Minister, Bob AInsworth, MP, on the subject of the Melted Cavalryman.
Bob the Wig, famous for dismissing squaddies' concerns as absolute bollocks, fought bravely himself in the dangerous world of trade union sinecures before donning the Blair Kneepads in 1997. A coarser, crasser, stupider version of Stephen (There's A Good Boy) Pound, Ainsworth is another class traitor in the mould of the cock-waving, thieving bastard, Prescott
On the business end of an RPG, this ungrateful soldier, anyway, was awarded a hundred and sixty grand for receiving seventy per cent burns, his face melted, his ears burnt off and years of agony to come; he came by this shocking set of injuries defending Haliburton's stolen oil in Tony Blair's War for Peace in Iraq and Afghanistan (and other locations, to be announced, as the Great Peacemaker weaves his spells) and Ainsworth, who yearly draws about a hundred and thirty grand in "expenses" - his safe Coventry constituency being thousands of first class miles from London - deemed that a hundred and sixty grand was appropriate compensation; Tony and Imelda have had seven million so far, or is it ten, and never even got near the shooting, although they probably did some hot praying.
Ah, but, whined Ainsworth in his best, know-it-all Brummie, peepul don't rea-loyse, we're paying this man a pension, too, you have to look at things in the round. Yes, minister, look at things in the round, easier when you have no ears. The Opposition of Hooray Henrys don't jeer this worthless piece of shit, Ainsworth, because they, too, are more concerned with their own pensions than in even trying to ameliorate the lifetime of horror faced by this lowly lance-jack, cruel disfigurement and agony and sorrow wrought in a worthless invasion and occupation that they all voted for; micromanage the economy like a good 'un, can George Osbourne but Alistair Campbell shouts WMD! and the boy shits himself. War? Yes, fuck me, I'll vote for that. Maybe, now, instead of embarrassing decent people with his mangled face, Tommy'll just fuck off and die while BoyGeorge and DaveCallMeTony play at being grown-ups, useless pair of truculent, mouthy public school pansies.
Ever loyal to his men, concerned for their post-conflict welfare, General Gabshite Dannant is too busy getting his nose browned, up the Royal Familial arse, too concerned with his own pension and peerage and so it fell to another melted hero, Simon Weston of the Falklands to raise this latest Whitehall obscenity. One melted man speaking up for another, because none in parliament - showering themselves, their families and lovers and rentboys with pensions and expenses and honours and perqs - will. Jesus wept; such filth, lording it over us.
In Scotland a little while ago the Lab-Lib coalition, led by the staggeringly incompetent prick, McConnell and the grinning clown, Wallace, in an attempt to shut down a Scotch criminal justice system scandal, awarded a former wpc a sum of three quarters of a million pounds, £750,000, not for wrongful imprisonment, she was never locked up; not for injury, not a hair on her head was damaged, let alone her face all melted away like wax, no, Shirley McKie was embarrassing the entirely rotten Scotch system of jurisprudence and they wanted her to shut up; McConnell and Wallace, then leader of the Scotch Toileteers' Party and Justice Minister, ensured that Ms. McKie was paid this money to compensate her for her "hurt feelings." Honest. Not invent. Hurt feelings.
Our rulers plunder limitless amounts of our money to ensure their own political survival or the commercial success of their friends with dodgy IT companies, or rubbish banks but they put up this charmless, uncouth, bewigged, jobsworth poltroon, Ainsworth, to chide and pennypinch and force the hideously wounded to beg at the bar of public opinion for a square deal. Thieving, cowardly scum; steal from Tommy and shower the prat Kinnock and his whole gahstly tribe with gold and honours; that's what they're like, that's what they do; is it any wonder they are all so wrong about everything else?
Given some of the anger expressed by disillusioned servicepersons, Ainsworth might well take care in his own luxurious retirement; his own pension, of course, will be armour-plated, but his fat, cowardly arse won't. One night, with any justice, maybe walking his wig on Hampstead Heath, he will hear an angry whisper in his ear, Up Against The Wall, Motherfucker.
ON THE TODAY PROGRAMME THIS MORNING GENERAL DANNANT WAS CONFIDENT THAT THE FAMILIES OF THE EIGHT BOYS MOST RECENTLY KILLED WOULD TAKE COMFORT FROM THE FACT THAT THEY DIED GLORIOUSLY SO THAT SOME TINPOT BANDIT COULD WIN A RIGGED ELECTION IN A FEW WEEKS' TIME.
thanks, lilith, for finding this.
DULCE ET DECORUM EST PRO PATRIA INCENDERE
If we would know our rulers - in all parties and in all media - look no further than the TV interviews given recently by Armed Forces Minister, Bob AInsworth, MP, on the subject of the Melted Cavalryman.
Bob the Wig, famous for dismissing squaddies' concerns as absolute bollocks, fought bravely himself in the dangerous world of trade union sinecures before donning the Blair Kneepads in 1997. A coarser, crasser, stupider version of Stephen (There's A Good Boy) Pound, Ainsworth is another class traitor in the mould of the cock-waving, thieving bastard, Prescott
On the business end of an RPG, this ungrateful soldier, anyway, was awarded a hundred and sixty grand for receiving seventy per cent burns, his face melted, his ears burnt off and years of agony to come; he came by this shocking set of injuries defending Haliburton's stolen oil in Tony Blair's War for Peace in Iraq and Afghanistan (and other locations, to be announced, as the Great Peacemaker weaves his spells) and Ainsworth, who yearly draws about a hundred and thirty grand in "expenses" - his safe Coventry constituency being thousands of first class miles from London - deemed that a hundred and sixty grand was appropriate compensation; Tony and Imelda have had seven million so far, or is it ten, and never even got near the shooting, although they probably did some hot praying.
Ah, but, whined Ainsworth in his best, know-it-all Brummie, peepul don't rea-loyse, we're paying this man a pension, too, you have to look at things in the round. Yes, minister, look at things in the round, easier when you have no ears. The Opposition of Hooray Henrys don't jeer this worthless piece of shit, Ainsworth, because they, too, are more concerned with their own pensions than in even trying to ameliorate the lifetime of horror faced by this lowly lance-jack, cruel disfigurement and agony and sorrow wrought in a worthless invasion and occupation that they all voted for; micromanage the economy like a good 'un, can George Osbourne but Alistair Campbell shouts WMD! and the boy shits himself. War? Yes, fuck me, I'll vote for that. Maybe, now, instead of embarrassing decent people with his mangled face, Tommy'll just fuck off and die while BoyGeorge and DaveCallMeTony play at being grown-ups, useless pair of truculent, mouthy public school pansies.
Ever loyal to his men, concerned for their post-conflict welfare, General Gabshite Dannant is too busy getting his nose browned, up the Royal Familial arse, too concerned with his own pension and peerage and so it fell to another melted hero, Simon Weston of the Falklands to raise this latest Whitehall obscenity. One melted man speaking up for another, because none in parliament - showering themselves, their families and lovers and rentboys with pensions and expenses and honours and perqs - will. Jesus wept; such filth, lording it over us.
In Scotland a little while ago the Lab-Lib coalition, led by the staggeringly incompetent prick, McConnell and the grinning clown, Wallace, in an attempt to shut down a Scotch criminal justice system scandal, awarded a former wpc a sum of three quarters of a million pounds, £750,000, not for wrongful imprisonment, she was never locked up; not for injury, not a hair on her head was damaged, let alone her face all melted away like wax, no, Shirley McKie was embarrassing the entirely rotten Scotch system of jurisprudence and they wanted her to shut up; McConnell and Wallace, then leader of the Scotch Toileteers' Party and Justice Minister, ensured that Ms. McKie was paid this money to compensate her for her "hurt feelings." Honest. Not invent. Hurt feelings.
Our rulers plunder limitless amounts of our money to ensure their own political survival or the commercial success of their friends with dodgy IT companies, or rubbish banks but they put up this charmless, uncouth, bewigged, jobsworth poltroon, Ainsworth, to chide and pennypinch and force the hideously wounded to beg at the bar of public opinion for a square deal. Thieving, cowardly scum; steal from Tommy and shower the prat Kinnock and his whole gahstly tribe with gold and honours; that's what they're like, that's what they do; is it any wonder they are all so wrong about everything else?
Given some of the anger expressed by disillusioned servicepersons, Ainsworth might well take care in his own luxurious retirement; his own pension, of course, will be armour-plated, but his fat, cowardly arse won't. One night, with any justice, maybe walking his wig on Hampstead Heath, he will hear an angry whisper in his ear, Up Against The Wall, Motherfucker.
ON THE TODAY PROGRAMME THIS MORNING GENERAL DANNANT WAS CONFIDENT THAT THE FAMILIES OF THE EIGHT BOYS MOST RECENTLY KILLED WOULD TAKE COMFORT FROM THE FACT THAT THEY DIED GLORIOUSLY SO THAT SOME TINPOT BANDIT COULD WIN A RIGGED ELECTION IN A FEW WEEKS' TIME.
thanks, lilith, for finding this.
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
AINSWORTH SPEAKS
AN ARSEHOLE TALKS
That speech to Chatham House.
From the Daily Filth-O-Graph.
Useless arsehole and paid consultant to the defence industry sets out retirement strategy.
“Let us be under no illusion. The situation in Afghanistan is serious - and not yet decided. The way forward is hard and dangerous. More lives will be lost and our resolve will be tested," Mr Ainsworth said “Only not moine, no way you’d bleedin’ catch me up the Khoyber Pass.”
"No single or simple solution will work. Success will be achieved incrementally. Step by step and over time, the Afghans themselves will take full responsibility for their own security and their own governance. And do exactly what President Obama telles ‘em, just loike what we do.”
Speaking earlier on BBC Radio 4's Today programme, Mr Ainsworth said: "There is, of course, gloom and worry back here in London with the numbers of voters, sorry troops, what we've lost. If people weren't (worrying), there would be something seriously wrong with them. I mean people stand to lose their bleedin’ seats, their cabinet jobs, everything."
But he said comparisons with Vietnam were wide of the mark and insisted "there is a very real sense of momentum" amongst troops in Afghanistan. “ ’specially when they’m flyin’ through the air on fire and turned insoide out. But jokin’ asoide, the ‘ash is very good, too, bleedin’ well oughta be, hadn’t it, that Afghani black.”
"Let us be clear, sacrificing manoeuvrability for heavy armour in every circumstance is not the answer," he said. "When we target the bomb makers and take out the capacity to produce, we cut the threat. And this is why so many UK troops have been so successfully killed in the last week, because we cut the threat, some of ‘em was seriously threatened wiv surviving their tour of duty, only, thank fuck, not all of ‘em what got killed was COs, for the use of, and mates wiv His Highness, Prince Wifeswapper. We don’t want too many a them clogging up the tarmac at Brize Norton, fuck me, no."
“The patriotic thing for these coroners to do is to shut up and vote Labour. My unswerving devotion to the task of a securing a just and lucrative retirement in the defence industry has paid dividends and is ample proof that those achieving high office in the great trade union movement can shit in the workers' faces, or in this case, the soldiers’, just as fragrantly as those filthy capitalist bosses.”
(sings, in whiny Brummy voice, Pack up yer troubles in yer old kitbag and smile, smile, smile……)
That speech to Chatham House.
From the Daily Filth-O-Graph.
Useless arsehole and paid consultant to the defence industry sets out retirement strategy.
“Let us be under no illusion. The situation in Afghanistan is serious - and not yet decided. The way forward is hard and dangerous. More lives will be lost and our resolve will be tested," Mr Ainsworth said “Only not moine, no way you’d bleedin’ catch me up the Khoyber Pass.”
"No single or simple solution will work. Success will be achieved incrementally. Step by step and over time, the Afghans themselves will take full responsibility for their own security and their own governance. And do exactly what President Obama telles ‘em, just loike what we do.”
Speaking earlier on BBC Radio 4's Today programme, Mr Ainsworth said: "There is, of course, gloom and worry back here in London with the numbers of voters, sorry troops, what we've lost. If people weren't (worrying), there would be something seriously wrong with them. I mean people stand to lose their bleedin’ seats, their cabinet jobs, everything."
But he said comparisons with Vietnam were wide of the mark and insisted "there is a very real sense of momentum" amongst troops in Afghanistan. “ ’specially when they’m flyin’ through the air on fire and turned insoide out. But jokin’ asoide, the ‘ash is very good, too, bleedin’ well oughta be, hadn’t it, that Afghani black.”
"Let us be clear, sacrificing manoeuvrability for heavy armour in every circumstance is not the answer," he said. "When we target the bomb makers and take out the capacity to produce, we cut the threat. And this is why so many UK troops have been so successfully killed in the last week, because we cut the threat, some of ‘em was seriously threatened wiv surviving their tour of duty, only, thank fuck, not all of ‘em what got killed was COs, for the use of, and mates wiv His Highness, Prince Wifeswapper. We don’t want too many a them clogging up the tarmac at Brize Norton, fuck me, no."
“The patriotic thing for these coroners to do is to shut up and vote Labour. My unswerving devotion to the task of a securing a just and lucrative retirement in the defence industry has paid dividends and is ample proof that those achieving high office in the great trade union movement can shit in the workers' faces, or in this case, the soldiers’, just as fragrantly as those filthy capitalist bosses.”
(sings, in whiny Brummy voice, Pack up yer troubles in yer old kitbag and smile, smile, smile……)
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