In September 2014, in Beyond the Political Event Horizon, the Sunday Ishmael discussed the likely emergence of a cross-party government of national unity.
At that time we felt that the impetus for the merging of Labour, Tory and DogShooters' parties would come from a Tribesmen's victory in the Scottish regional referendum on separation. It has been an article of faith, here, that politicians automatically have more in common with each other than they do with the rest of us, their shared interests more important to them than ours.
Although it never registered with the mad wee bastard, Gnasher, the tribesmen lost that vote significantly and it has,therefore, taken until now for the GNU to form - not the three parties against the Tribesmen but all four parties against the majority of the people of the country.
The bizarre spectacle of Labour MPs mutely supporting a Tory prime minister in the castigation of its own massively mandated leader is surely a sight from Beyond Any Conceivable Political Event Horizon. It is no less than a declaration of almost unanimous parliamentary contempt for the clearly expressed will of the people of the United Kingdom That contempt has never been so starkly illustrated.
Loathe him or not we should, all seventeen million of us, spend three quid on joining the Blairish party and voting for Jerry C. While we still can. If we can also join the Tories and spoil our ballot papers, well, so much the better.
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was perplexed at the time, when Labour MP, Emily Thornface, was
attacked for publishing a photograph of a White Van Man's home, replete
with Transit and flag of St George; she posted it without comment and I
felt OK about both her and about her subject. Van drivers are a
uniquely vile form of life, for sure, but if a man wants to display a
nationalistic flag over his gaff, well, that's his affair - apart from
in Scotland, best part of England, where, soon, never mind the flags,
every new-born child will have to be tattooed with the Saltire and an
image of Ugly Wee Gnasher - all flags are provocative, that's what
they're for, they're a touch of martial savagery enshrined in our culture but
White Van Man wasn't doing anything illegal, and nor was Ms Thornface in
publishing her image of his domicile, give her the benfit, I thought,
of the doubt. That was until I caught sight of her raging and drooling
on Andy Neil's Daily Snide show, today. The seventeen million are wrong, she fumed, and must be corrected. I was born into the Labour party, I love the Labour party, just hate its voters. What a cunt. If I could've reached into the set and strangled her, I would have.
I do not know where this gross impertinence came from, this reversal of roles, where we are expected to as they tell us, the filthy scum but I suspect it stems from the days of Ali Campbell
and his horrifying contempt not only for people's views but for their very lives, the rotten fucking bastard. If this shit kicks off as it may, Big Al better leave the country, lest he finds himself, to the joy of the sane world, piano-wired to a lamp post,
like other war criminals.
I remember saying at the time, back when order-order took off, that if we let them away with Iraq, we would let them away with anything,
as we now are.
like other war criminals.
I remember saying at the time, back when order-order took off, that if we let them away with Iraq, we would let them away with anything,
as we now are.
24 comments:
The next general election will be an interesting event. Assuming that the useless cunts haven't properly carried through on Brexit, then the old order could be swept away.
I was walking at length recently with a Frenchman, a nice bloke. He mentioned he admired the English for their propensity to chop the heads of the ruling class off, which I though was praise indeed coming from a Frenchman.
The next general election, mr mike, could be in a few months, by which time, thi-ings can only get worser.
We are witnessing nothing other than a coup d'etat.
They spent hours today discussing alleged attacks on immigrants which amounted to a few cat-calls and leaflets, treating it as if Brexiteers were forming into the SS en masse.
We aren't getting our free UK after all. Multi-racial hell-hole run by communists, more like.
Spending 3 quid on the assumption that your enemies' enemy is your friend.
-richard
Too late now to join Labour to vote for the next leader, it says so on their site. And so the people are shat upon.
-richard
I have never subscribed to that maxim, mr richard but if by spending three quid I can discommode and ridicule the likes of Hilary fucking Benn and Chris Underpants then it is money well spent. And as mr mike points out,m there is a pan-European observation of these events and Trump, I understand, is now level with the witch Hillary. At this stage it is an attempted coup d'etat, take heart, globalisation can work both ways, the whole wide world is watching the British Spring.
Are they really closing the party to new members? Gosh, that's proper Stalin?
Fascinating to see the so called 'Labour' Party, feasting upon its own corpse. They really couldn't have picked a better time. I keep hearing about Corbyn's alleged 'decency'. WTF? To me, he's a rat faced terrorist sympathiser. Also, the size of his 'mandate', well maybe Dianne could tell us something about that.... As for the 600,000 or whatever it was that voted him in - the £3 members - (Tories and Trotskyites the lot of them I suspect), the lefty cunts that keep banging on about this and can't see beyond the size of their next demonstration need to take a course in Statistics, damn lies and all, so they can gain some sense of proportion. On a more positive note, I see the market's up - all the money 'we' apparently lost is found again! A miracle to behold! Soon it will be like nothing has happened, for surely nothing has. In the odd idle moment I wonder what would happen if the nation were 'de-capitated', as it were, the politicians all gone. I suspect that people would get up in the morning, don their suits, overalls, barista aprons etc. and get in their cars or clamber aboard their white vans and yes - go to work! Salaries would be paid, taxes collected and public services delivered. A long period of peace, stability and prosperity would ensue there being no-one around to fuck things up. As for that Mr Anonymous, with the chip on his shoulder, back up the road - I'll have words with him later...
Yes,proper Stalin Mr I. The three pound associate/supporter thing has gone, though could be back if there is a leadership election, the options now are full membership, with discounts.
There is a get out clause for the quislings of the GovamentofNationalunity contained within the Lisbon Treaty, apparently.
https://hat4uk.wordpress.com/2016/06/29/brexitmarch-2017-stitch-up-rebutting-the-charge-of-nonsense-about-earlier-slogpost/
Only 9 months away now, is it any wonder BoJo, Spit and TopHatBoy are dragging their heels over Article 50?
The Mr Anonymous from back down the road, I would guess is Mr Harbinger, usually a pleasant chap, maybe a few feathers ruffled.
I did mention, at the time of his annointment, Jerry C's thirty-year silence on Labour Beasting and the fact that, unlike, say, Dave Nellist, he had taken the full salary for thirty years - although his expenses are clean - and was thus a not untypiccal career politician, in today's money he has trousered, what, sixty K times thirty, a coupla mill. No saint, then, jyust another trougher. I felt, nevertheless, mr sg, that he was infinitely prefereable to absolutelu anyone else in the Labour leadership,and I still do; this has been a huge service, he has revealed on the national TeeVee what we all here know - how rotten is everyone else, they will be deselected in droves, whatever happens and not just by Momentumeers, but by hard-core, traditional Labour constituency parties. I hope he stays, I really do, I need no love for him to relish him winning again, over Ms Angela Brogues or any other rotten fucking bastard.
I also feel a twinge of sympathy for him, he's being chewed upon by Blair-loving, Tory vermin, just as Chilcott the Worthless is finally due to pick up his whitewash bucket.
You are probably right, on your other point. We ran a huge fucking empire with a hamdful of politicians, Ruoperts and civil servants, the miracle to me is always how well things actually do run, given the fuckwits in office. I mean, how can we have a health service, after Ken Clark; a transport system after Lord John Pies; and an education sytem, after Blind Boy Blunkett?
Mr I, I completely agree with you about Mr Corbyn's relative virtue, and, were I some omnipotent God like figure, grant JC (JC - Jesus Christ!) the privilege of heaping the last shovel-full of earth upon Labour's grave! Messrs Blair, Mandelson, Campbell and Brown to go in first of course - closer to Satan...
I have virtually no broadband speed, mr inmate, can't get to that link, tonight, without losing this wretchedly slow commenting window. I am unsurprised by a get-out clause. BoJo was always just in it to unseat Flashman, Gove to unseat his very dear friend, also Flashman. I think that maybe the folks from Poundland are a bit cuter than they are given credit for and the disgrunbtled Labour voters will not take a coup lying down. As I said, this'll be all over the global toilet wall and Filth will find things a bot more difficult than they expect.
i remember, a little while ago, saying to mr bungalow bill that although the omens were bad for Leave, the voices on the comment boards were overwhelmingly optimistic. It seems that many of those voices are building-up a new head of steam, rightly cynical about a New Betrayal by MediaMinster, especially by Cameron grubbily inveigling a finesse period, in which his masters might cajole, persuade or bludgeon us into submission.
I will go for the full membership of the Labour party, cheered by signs of a fuck-off fight-back by young and old.
I am untroubled by incoming, angry voices and happy to be challenged. It's nothing to what I get on youtube, where honest, informed critical opinion is considered worse than child-rape. I used to goad Jock on the boards of the Glasgow Herald, until one night some tribesman said, Hey, d'ye ken, say whit ye like, it's almost a rare wee pleasure tae be insulted by yon stanislav. I gave up, after that.
The FatMan made me chuckle, today, for a change, talking about arranging new accommodation for Mr Blair. I think tha any sign of that will vanish completely if Corbyn quits. I think I'll send him an email, mr sg, maybe we all should.
I hope you will excuse me for reverting to our Scottish housebuying problem, but in fairness to the lovely Loch Rannoch and its nearby inhabitants I should just say that there was nothing in the behaviour of our once future neighbours which worried me at all, quite the opposite. What upset me so much was hearing what some of those nice people had been through during the Indyref process. It didn't bother my dear mr narcolept in the slightest, being naturally combative, but I just wasn't sure I could stand the tension if it all started up again. Then he got worried that the couple of acres the house came with would be compulsorily purchased for a housing estate, and that was that. We still yearn after the place, though.
Well, there was a turn up, eh? Whodathunk that the little shite Gove had it in him?
But, pls God, can we not have Theresa May? I don't think I am strong enough.
A surprise, yes. But I had big doubts that Boris would carry through on Brexit. Mind you, I have doubts about the rest. That Leadsom woman sounds OK.
May will likely be the "safe" choice by those who don't really want Brexit, but she will totally fail to deliver, leading to a split in the Tory party and a major boost for UKIP at the next election. This is why she's my preferred candidate.
It's time for all these traitorous and treacherous politicos to stop their obscene jockeying for power and personal gain. Do your jobs. Sort Britain out and free us from the the euro madhouse. We've told you what we want. Get on with it.
Sam Keith
I wonder if Boris, with that classical education of his, was given to say 'et tu, Gove'? There truly is no honour among thieves... Amazing that he was felled so easily...
I was in Loch Rannoch, just a month ago, mrs narcolept,it was beautiful. Whatever the circumstances of your pulling asout, they are depolorable, and your friends troubled by nasty, stupoid people who lecture the rest of us about racism. Good to see, therefore, Mrs Gnasher being snibbed, yesterday.
I was talking today to a nurse who was in the same room, a few years ago, as a really creepy, disturbing woman, giving off unwholesomness, who was only identified to her, hours later, as Sturgeon. Folks today here are appalled at her antics, striding around Brussels, embarrassinbg the country.
Yea, heavy, mr mongoose, and a bottle of bread, It is a feast of ttashed arseholes.
Don't you find it exhausting, the rancid mediocrity and the smallness of it all? These are bullies and oafs and any foreseeable re-alignment of the political structures cannot avail us, there is not a serious figure among them.
The money monsters are just resettling themselves after a mild disturbance but I think there may be something stirring, and the Goves and the Mays and the rest of their kind had best take care. So should we all.
Nicola did make herself look foolish, did she not? I goad my Scotland-dwelling business partner that we down here don't actually care about Scotland overly much. The ranting is irritating but we sleep well. If we don't care in England, how little must they care in Brussels? Daft lassie, she is out of ammo now. And having pinned her new argument so heavily to Brexit, she is fucked for the duration of any separation period, and in cul-de-sac heaven if brexit doesn't actually turn up.
The Brits might even have stitched the lady up deliberately, so clumsy is her posturing, and so simple to read are the SNP's motives. It's the simplest answer to the Boris conundrum too.
Hmmm, new post required.
That's right. I think we've been pissing in the same sink, mr mongoose, for some time, vis a vis the utility of Gnasher. It was lovely, though, to see her farting about in Brussels, in her wee ThatcherSuit like an ugly teenager on work experience.
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