WE PLEDGE TO MAINTAIN THE OLD-AGE PENSION AT THIRTY QUID A WEEK.
THAT'S HOW PROGRESSIVE WE ARE.
".......you cannot be a liberal without being an optimist. And it is my unquenchable conviction that if we place our faith in people rather than in institutions, our future, and the future of new progressive politics, is bright. Just as long as no-one places any faith in my solemn pledges, of course.
Thank you. Go back to your constituencies and prepare to be progressively unemployed, cold and hungry"
His remarks came as it emerged that threats to Clegg's personal safety had led his security advisers to review his travel arrangements. He has been told by his protection officers it is no longer safe for him to cycle from his south London home to Downing Street, and that he must travel by car.
He has also dropped plans to visit university campuses, once the heartland of his support base, until emotions have subsided.
The Deputy Prime Minister - a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha - is hanged in effigy outside the lecture; far too good for him.
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In the 'eighthies, after a dust-up with the Murdoch-fellating editor, Andrew Neil, Hugo Young left the Sunday Times to join the Guardian. One of those ghastly, pompous, self-important Oxbridge gits to whom Fleet Street always offered a refuge from work, Young remained at the Guardian, brown-nosing politicians, on a lobby basis, until his death in 2003.
The annual Young lecture is one of those incestuous, journalistic traditions which strengthens the mutually profitable bond between Media and Minster; that the dull as ditchwater, tongue-tied, fuckwit, dunderhead, opportunistic, cack-handed, unprincipled clown, Clegg, was this year's lecturer is the hallmark of its worth. And his.
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In the 'eighthies, after a dust-up with the Murdoch-fellating editor, Andrew Neil, Hugo Young left the Sunday Times to join the Guardian. One of those ghastly, pompous, self-important Oxbridge gits to whom Fleet Street always offered a refuge from work, Young remained at the Guardian, brown-nosing politicians, on a lobby basis, until his death in 2003.
The annual Young lecture is one of those incestuous, journalistic traditions which strengthens the mutually profitable bond between Media and Minster; that the dull as ditchwater, tongue-tied, fuckwit, dunderhead, opportunistic, cack-handed, unprincipled clown, Clegg, was this year's lecturer is the hallmark of its worth. And his.
1 comment:
While it would be amusing to see this nincompoop debagged and hurled into the mudflats at low tide at Westminster the only real danger he faces is being offered a late night rohypnol by Simon Hughes.
Until the next election.....
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