A CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION

Lord Blind Boy Blunkett,  
elderly, cock-waving Murdoch stooge and  the unacceptable face of disability, said the other day, through gritted teeth, No, I'm not saying that Jeremy Corbyn is a thug, cos he's not, I'm just saying that many of the people around him are.....

Blunkett, readers may recall, when home seckatry, set home office spooks on his recalcitrant mistress, Kimberly Bicycle; hoped to celebrate the death of serial killer, Harold Shipman, with a bottle of champagne, doubtless to be purchased by us, and raged at being unable to turn machine guns on rioting prisoners.  A bit of an authority, therefore, Blind Boy, on thuggish behaviour, as are most of his kind, not blind  people,

 NewLabour filthsters..

Tonight he is probably dictating a piece for some RedTop ShitSheet,  Blunkett, predicting the ruination of everything he and his clan of thieves and bullies and pimps and slags achieved, i.e. a minimum wage which officially wasn't enough to live on;  war, torture and kidnap; the deregulation of Usury;  licensing the Muslim  Brotherhood of Noncing Labour Voters; the Private Finance Illusion;  the pardoning of the IRA and the UDA  and the valiant but failed attempt to introduce us to the reforming effect of Identity Cards and ninety-day detention.

I am not  quite sure why but I do expect better from disabled people, something along the lines of those who have suffered the most being the best-connected; Blunkett, however, a bully and a moron, an industrial strength hypocrite, reprehensible and unwholesome in his personal life, is a contemptible bastard. 

The other, misunderstood and misrepresented  aspect of Blunkettism is that, like his fellow cock-waver, 
Lord John  Pies, 

Tellya what, chuck, just finish us chips 
an' I'll gi' ya one, on't desk of deputy prime minister, like

Dave thinks that he was appointed on merit, when he was, in fact,  just a token blind man, one of Blair's Babes,  but with a beard, and a seeing-eye dog;  Prescott there to reassure the working class, Blunkett there to represent Otherness. 
No places on Tony's Sofa of Swing for Dave and John.

They were just there as window dressing.

 Even by the dismal standards of NewLabour,  Dave was spectacularly incompetent and most of his work, at Education, the Home Office, from which he was sacked,  and Work and Pensions, from which he was sacked, simply must have been overseen by others.  There is only so much a blind person can do, and running national security couldn't - and certainly shouldn't - have been left to him. 
 He was and remains an oaf, Blunkett, a greedy, immature, disreputable, unpleasant buffoon, only granted a platform because of his disability, something which, sadly, he has never risen above, being as mean, nasty and self-regarding as Mandelson, Hain, Straw, Miliband, Brown and the rest of them, probably worse.  The only thing which can be said in his defence is that despite his endless policy gobbing-off he was only ever allowed to do what Blair told him, how would he know when the wool was being pulled over his eyes, when his colleagues were mocking him, with gestures he couldn't see; when his staff were rolling their eyes at his incompetence, his disability?

Blunkett has no political achievements to his credit, he was a laughing-stock, an amusement to which he enthusiastically added; his paranoia, his priapism, his delusional grandeur, his fictitious friendship with Tony'n'Imelda, as if they gave a fuck about a dozy old blind geezer.
Not the stuff of statesmanship, Blunkett, not even of middling-fair ministership, a clown, comical yet pitiful.

His bullying of Kimberley, his reactionary outbursts, his work for Murdoch and his dodgy business ventures, these are Blunkett's legacy, he is very welcome to it.

 

As for me, on this night of upheaval,  I shall part-fill a nice glass from my only bottle of good brandy, and raise it to Blind Boy Blunkett's continued distress.

Eat shit, and die, 

motherfucker.