No, no, no.
Listen to me.
Cuz this is very important.
Bombing, torturing and burning-alive hundreds of thousands of innocent working class niggers and wogs, that's one thing. Supporting Junky George's vicious class warfare, his cruel and crooked cuts to disability benefits carried out by American companies, that's one thing, too.
Endorsing the freezing for ten years of public sector salaries whilst accepting an eleven per cent rise, myself, that's another one thing, too.
But somebody saying the word Fuck,
"NewLabour are fucking useless....."
well, that's absolutely intolerable, disgraceful and outrageous, it's a crime against everything I and all decent MPs hold dear on all sides of the house, the one thing none of us will tolerate is freedom of speech and I will fight with every fibre and bone in my body to have these cunts expelled from this great workers party, which I and my friends own.
So there.
Bollocks.
No fucking swearing by those Corbyn cunts,
signed, the Soul of the Labout party, A. Eagle.
And another thing, I happen to know for a fact that Jeremy was a friend of that man who committed the terrible atrocity in Nice last night. Which is why I am proudly wearing this badge, reading: Je suis Nice, mais Jeremy, il est le cunt.
Like an uglier, pinch-faced version of Geoff Hoon, she's like Sin's seamstress, Angie, stitching-up this curtain of virtuous fantasy, in which Greed and Mayhem are cast as ethical bedfellows and with which she would smother us all.
signed, the Soul of the Labout party, A. Eagle.
And another thing, I happen to know for a fact that Jeremy was a friend of that man who committed the terrible atrocity in Nice last night. Which is why I am proudly wearing this badge, reading: Je suis Nice, mais Jeremy, il est le cunt.
Like an uglier, pinch-faced version of Geoff Hoon, she's like Sin's seamstress, Angie, stitching-up this curtain of virtuous fantasy, in which Greed and Mayhem are cast as ethical bedfellows and with which she would smother us all.
Horrid little turd-munching freak.
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The White Eagle is extremely bad tempered at the moment. Probably due to her knowing that she has inelegantly reversed up a gum tree without a paddle. The other cretin, whose name escapes me at the moment, Owen Somebody, Dai Welsh, who is almost invisible in this light, need not concern us any longer. Just to say that however few his Liam-Fox-always-comes-last votes, they will all help to ensure that Jez is re-elected. What a shambles. Theresa will have the first born enslaved and the unemployed in jail before Labour even wake up.
I loved the clip where she was gloating over the fall of Boris Attaturk and then told, mid-sentence gloat, he was now at a stratospheric level of Office she can only masturbate over!
I saw Mrs Balls making a none-too-subtle pitch to be the sole compromise candidate of the Blairish, Owen Who is someone of whom not even I have heard and I do watch these squirmings with close attention. I expect there to be, also - and rightly - some legal challenges to these attempts to restrict voting by the wrong members, Trotskyites such as yourself. AS 6yioy sayb a total fuck-up but one which is highly visible.
I hope, optimistically, mr mngoose, that so febrile has become the national political consciousness that Her Indoors will not meet the slender expectations even of those few who rate her. Her lacklustre cliche-ing over Nice was dismal by any standard and many will expect her to use this event in support of her outrageous snooping on us. I wonder how much poison people like May can swallow, from their chalice's.
Her every public moment, mr old rightie, is rich in ugly satire, I betcha the Balirish are dying for a Nice moment, here, that they may, alongside Her Indoors, circle the wagons against the people, in a declared state of national entitlementista emergency.
Tracey sportingly tells us, post Sturgeon summit, that Article 50 will not be triggered until we have a "UK approach and objectives for negotiations", whatever that may mean and however long it may take. And so it begins and ends. You're right, Mr I, this woman has nothing to tell us which is why she was put in place.
Mr BB: that's just for public consumption. Gnasher will be told to toe the line or she'll be given another referendum. Or, the nuclear option: the English will be allowed a vote as well - its democracy, innit?
I grow baffled and weary at a party making itself irrelevant. Where money is flowing matters. Where people are going matters. We have a slow-burn religious war which our politicians have refused to recognize, and obvious division in Turkey which really does have international consequences, also related to this slow-burn religious war.
The Labour party continues to gaze at its own ugly cock. It is history.
Maybe it is just Time, Mr Ishmael? The party was bought by unions in an age when they might reasonably have been argued to represent workers' interests. Does that apply now? It is much harder to define 'worker' in an age when a hospital consultant is an employee. In the state sector, employees are at all price-points, some of them earning more than the PM. Are some of them workers and some of them not?
Maybe the Labour party was the answer to a question which itself has changed?
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@RhonddaBryant
Turkey is now and has long been a lynch pin in European and wider security. Ludicrous Brexit lies undoubtedly contributed to destabilising
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He just does not seem to get it. Calling a large number of his own voters either gullible fools or outright liars is not going to get his party back in power.
As for the lunacy of connecting Brexit to an attempted military coup in Turkey - it is just unhinged.
I think, mr bungalow bill, that she is growing greyer by the minute, Her Indoors, and may yet be stretchered-off. Her response to Ahmed the YorkyBar man's manouvreings, down the promenade des Anglaises, was as feeble as it could be, one would expect better from an energetic, new prime minister. Just a point, I have always wondered when we first doubled the efforts, so that we must now redouble them, what strange arithmetic of wheel-shouldering is this, which governs slackers such as we?
Still, the Devil, as ever, is in the detail, eh? And things are easy in hindsight and I hear what you say but the blame game serves no-one and we must draw lines in the sand, learn lessons and move on.
I have been smothered in Turkish Delight and Nice biscuits, mr mike, and not digested the Sturgeoning of Tracey May but that nuclear option which you mention is beautiful, a threat which really would make Gnasher shit her pants, the ugly little mutant. It is a tank they should drive onto her weedy lawn.
Chris Underpants, he's acting in his own soap opera, isn't he? Only hears his own sermonising lines, perhaps thinks that he cannot be unseated, because he is in the charmed circle of celebrity; nothing to do with any political party, much less any politicala movement, he's a gobby, degenerate exhibitionist, like so many fucking vicars, baring his arse, literally, to even the notion of democracy. Hey boys, Look at my cock, you can see it if you squint; he needs a quick rub-down with a housebrick, Whichever constituency elected him, after the online underpants flirting, well, I couldn't care less what happens to them, slag heaps wahuing them away, they deserve it.
I believe you are correct, mrs woar, that there is no Labour party worth thinking about for the reasons which you list, but that even so, at best, reconfigured, it might at least defend those measures which it's elders fought for, the welfare state and the national ownership of national assets and protect them from Ruin, trouble is, none of those howling about Corbyn would even consider these matters important, not in their brave, new world. Their discomfiture, damning and deselection, therefore, are worthy aims in themselves. Chris Underpant, he's like something from a porno version of Gulliver's Travels.
I saw that wretch, Lembit Open - whose name always makes me think of Lilliput - on RT the other night, and even he, a true, cock-wavng Mr SHowbiz, made more sense than do the Blairish.
As you say, to call your former voters names and query their sanity, well, the next step is to forbid them the vote, isn't it?
Time for mr poundland to unresign, rally the seventeen million.
A worker is very easily defined if you have go to work whether for a wage or salary, you are a street cleaner or consultant and have tolive on what gain by your labour. Take away that and you back to square one.
The coming to grief of the Left - and it is happening again almost everywhere - is, I think, because it is intellectually based. It's an argument based on an orthodoxy. Mr I expresses it very well, as one might expect, the public ownership of national resources and services, protection of the weak through taxation and the redistribution of wealth. (I paraphrase, forgive me.)
The trouble is that this leads in the weak witted to two-legs-good navel gazing - I beg to move Composite Motions 72b and 74d, Comrade - leaving the party open to theft by the intellectually dishonest adventurer, eg Mr Tory Blather. This is how we have a Labour party today fucking about over Lord knows what while we have an ongoing (perhaps) military coup in Turkey, a collapsing EU, effectively zero interest rates, we are 20 year's GDP in debt, the USA is about to elect a nihilist monkey as POTUS, the Tory PM has resigned and been replaced by Mrs Arthur Askey, Bozza is Foreign Secretary, the summer will see thousands of people drown in the Mediterranean, race riots will occur across France... Shall I go on? They need to stop their fucking nonsense and realign themselves as the protectors of the welfare and liberty, the body and soul perhaps, of the people. Instead the National Exec fucks about with closed and open meetings, acceptable lists of voters, or lists of acceptable voters.
Fuck 'em. Burn it down.
I believe, mr anonymous, that the differentiation sought by mrs woar was along the lines of that which exiosts between those who work but have no savings, no property and thus no cushion against the vagaries of the market and those who are - at least notionally - less impotent. As you say, the differenc is ultimately academic - those supposing themselves comfortable being deluded - nevertheless there remains the need of a voice for those who have, although working, fuck all.
I think I would rather be pararphrased, so to speak, by you than anyone else, mr mongoose. I feel, however,that your summary may be unduly optimistic, that people drowning in the Ned will seem insignificant should they start being bowled like skittles along New Street. An exact and immediate repetition of the Nice Slalom is not likely but is now more likely than it was forty-eight hours ago, quad erat demonstratum, as his Excellency, Seckaterry BoJo, might say. The bigger Turkish dimension is Mr Vlad, of course, and the fact that Turkey has shot-down one of his planes, has Uncle Sam's nukes, and that maybe the coupsters knew something which we don't about future events in that dreadful placem I mean, he is a fucking monster, isn't he, the Turkish premier, and quite why we should stand=by, shoulder-to-shouldering with a man funding ISIL is one of those diplomatic subtleties which I am too coarse to discern.
As to Labour, it ought to be open to the citizenry to demand its disbanding - it draws public funds to act as an Opposition and it is completely failing to do so; it can also be argued that its democratic mandate is forfeit on the grounds that it cannot command the confidence of its membership- indeed is tryiung to stifle its voice and its traditional voters have, in their millions, rejected its position in the recent referendum, if you add to that the inequalities of the First Past The Post system then the paliamentary Labour party is an anti-deocratic anomaly and although some of these strictures apply equally to the Tories they are at least carrying out their role as HM government as Labour ignores its role as HM Opposition. I wish I was rich, mr mongoose, I'd have Eagle and the rest tied-up in legal proceedings for decades.
Counter-intuitively, I do believe that Trump is the only one who may break Ruin's log-jam and perhaps save us all. To fight another day.
Connoisseurs of modern stupidity should turn to the twitter account and writings in The Murdoch Times of one Caitlin Moran, of whom I had not heard until about 6 months ago. I am afraid she was introduced to me by a young relative who imagines this person to be the very fount of liberated wisdom.
Ms Moran is, I gather, in early middle age but has not progressed beyond the illogic and wild, self-regarding nonsense of a semi-educated 17 year old. She seriously considers herself a radical sage when she is, at every turn, a dutiful channeler of establishment liberal bigotry.
I have forced myself to read her output consistently because she seems to me to be rather important: she is a big part of what we are up against, insofar as we still have stomach for the fight.
Agree, Mr Bill. But include a blood pressure warning.
The TV is burbling in the background still thinking irrelevant things are important. Apparently Anna Soubry is in a flounce. Does she really not check the clips of herself going in to melt-down and abusing the voters? My mind is boggled at the lack of self-awareness, considering the woman spends her whole life chittering at herself in a mirror.
Mrs Raft (computer packing up - back in a few days).
A disturbed corner of my imagination was longing for Annie Soubry to be prime minister, she really is a fucking cast-iron headbanger, raging and sobbing, pissed out of her mind, like an elderly preying manits on ketamine. It's like God looked at Esther Rantzen, thought her insufficiently wretched, reached His hand into her bowels and from that vile extract produced Annie Soubry; her braying vengeful stuipidity combined with her narcissism, they really do give me the horrors. There are worse creatures than Mrs Askey.
Too many gobby Caitlins, Zoes and Bryonys in this world for me, mr bungalow bill; lacking the strength, I don't go there. I guess she speaks to and for the NewPeople, those dwelling in the Guardian Wastelands, y'know, heads up their arses, making informed choices; liberal bigots, the NewNazis, fuck 'em; I hope their seas boil, their crops fail and their i-pads catch fire, see how they handle them chouices, eh, arseholes.
A teaspoonful of careless saline, mrs woar, wrecked my ipad, just now, I have had it for four years and so can't complain, really, but even so, it ought to be a bit waterproof, 'snot as though I dropped it in a bucket of water. It was impossible to blog from but handy otherwise. The new ipad is full of amazing stuff which I would never use so I might go for a Tesco tablet to replace the ipad,. Having had an ipad for so long I can now genuinely say, Nah, dohlike'em, which I don't, The library, if you still have one, is good when home IT fails. Seeya soon.
What I meant, I think, was that the Left's argument was - despite all the protestations and dressing up - was always a response to something rather than a something in itself. Now that the something is gone and has been replaced by something else, Labour must change their response. And they haven't, and they can't without a leadership that understands what's going on. Instead they indulge in gerrymandering to maintain their access to power - immigration, postal voting, 16-year-old voters, the client state.
This is a dead end. Possibly it's over forever right now. So what opposing ideas, values and objectives do we need a party to adopt in order to stand against the Tories. It surely to God cannot be Nationalism. Hasn't that been tried? What is the "something" and what is the "response"? It's not Angela and her "life experiences".
Off the top a me 'ead, mr mongoose, I would soothsay that a current swing to the right, as it is in Scotland and so many other places, prefigures a revulsion from the very idea of political parties and a long-overdue recognition that public service cannot be a career but only a duty, together with a realisation that the very people who would whore their children - if they have any - in order to become parliamentarians are the very last people in whom we should place the slightest trust, the very last people to whom we should even listen. Cold comfort, I know, to people raisng childredn ot over-worrying about grandchildren but it is the next generation's problem and not ours. If they cannot see that in Clinton and in this fucking Turkish bastard, in the worthless cock-waving Hollande, in the IMF and the WTO they are backing a horse which will trample them, well, the fucked-uop little consumer darlings can't say they weren't warned, can they? They would rather read, if they read at all, the Caitlins and the Zoes, mr bungalow bill's liberal fascists, than come to places like this and listen to their elders and betters.
To be specific, I do not think that we need "a party" at all, unless it is of the necktie variety. As you said, earlier, burn it all down, start again, couldn't be any worse than it is about to become.
The stomach-churning notion that this leads us to is that our only hope resides with God's Very Own Dogshooters.
The Liberals were thought irrelevant when enough people decided that freedom alone wasn't bathing any babies, and anyway the Liberals had unceremoniously dumped their Liberalism-with-welafre during WWI. People didn't then want their freedom - just another word for nothing left to lose - they wanted warm bathwater, and bread, and shoes, and the Labour Party promised everyone just that. And more, of course. Now (almost) everyone has all of those things, and indeed 48" plasma TVs and other things, rights, innit, and the Labour Party has outlived its purpose. And now that all governments consume 4 times as much of our wealth as they did when Labour was born, how can we choose between them except on the narrow grounds of milk or plain chocolate, pls?
The priceof all this though is not the wealth destruction, although that is a fucking scandal, it is the machine required to keep it churning. For every pound spent on something useful, governments spend 3 on bureaucracy and stupidity, and then another one on compliance - to make fucking sure I am being as progressive and free as I am supposed to be. It is time to cut nanny loose and kick her out into the snow to die. If Brexit is the start of that, excellent. If Trump si part of that, excellent too, although I very much doubt that he is. The Labour party, or the Left, or everyone who isn't the Tories, they all need to stand together on a platform of decency and liberalism. Just gathering more tasks to the centre ends up with "difficult choices" and then some cunt closes the libraries but keeps the dog pooh patrolmen in work. This change of focus will require a spark of leadership that I cannot see in any of them and hasn't been present in the actual Liberal Party for almost a hundred years. But I digress. Again.
The Dogshooters, Mr Mongoose have even bigger problems than Labour in regaining seats and in proving their relevance. A decade ago, led by a piss artist they had 63 MPs; little Clegg led them into the Junta and now they have eight, level pegging with the Fuck the Pope gang. Down here the south west held Liberal constituencies since the Liberals were founded in 1859 when Palmerston held Tiverton.
Now there are none. If you avoid the Labour enclave of Exeter you can travel all the way from Lands End to London in Top Hat Land. It might take some more events, more than Brexit, more than the Great Tits Up of `08 to finally smash it up.
It is something which has passed relatively unremarked, mr yardarm, the terrible behaviour of the LibDems, both politically and personally - Oaten, Laws, Huhne, Smith, to name but a few recent ones, all requiring and deserving prison sentences. Steel was a spectacularly incompetent leader and an even worse Scottish Speaker, presiding over the escalation of the Holyrood building cost from fifty million pounds to half a fucking billion; Jim Wallace was equally incompetent as deputy First Minister to Dancing Jack McConnell.
The Coalition, though, is surely the most outrageous parliamentary escapade in history - smiley, touchy-feely, child molesting hypocrites enabling a vicious, right-wing programme of attacks on poor, old and sick people and callint it Grown-up Democracy, If I ever come to power, I will shoot Nick Clegg out of hand. That'd be agood start, wouldn't it?
Thank you, mr mongoose. And fear not, it is a circular digression, in which we all spin, Brexit, in whatever form it takes or however it is diluted may reverse the direction, for that alone it is a good thing. Trump, too, and le Pen, bits of grit in Ruin's oyster, burnishing an unexpected pearl, as demonstrated by Mr Poundland, for it is he, not the Govester or BoJo who ejected Cameron and brought us the preposterous half-wit, Mrs Askey.
I have a 55" TeeVee, with a curved screen and wi-fi, but the trouble for me, and for those you mention, is that everything on it is shit, mostly, reflecting the national reality.
As I said, there is no leadership to be found in the system from which one historically expects it to spring; the notion of Being Led is antithetical to the clearly perceived nature of those who would Lead. Everybody knows, they need but an encouraging spark, flicked into Ruin's urban tinderbox
With such shocking deviants as Cyril Buggerman, Thorpe and Clement Freud in such a small party, in the gossip hothouse of MediaMinster, how can Steel plead ignorance ? Clegg has the nerve to continue to hang on the teat as an MP, rather than sit at home, head in hands, sobbing at his own uselessness.
The Ruineers are so utterly incompetent they will generate this spark themselves, Mr Ishmael.
Too harsh, mr yardarm; now that the nation has shown itself so easily misled by liars and traitors, now that we have so bitterly disappointed our leaders, isn't it good for us to be able to welcome the return to front-line child molesting, I mean front-line politics, of the right honourable Mr Clegg as the DogShooters' Brexit-Denier in Chief, fuck me, Jesus, these people, who do they think they are? Yes, David Boy Steel, pretending not to know that his whole vile crew was either fucking children or keeping quiet about others doing it, yes and they have the nerve to blackguard Donald Trump, who is a mere business bully, whom, in other circumstances, they would greedily fellate for money, as though they were Morality's keeper, filthy shit-eating, Guardian-reading Tory bastards. At least you know that self-confessed, proper Tory politicians are a fucking greedy, amoral rabble which would shit down its granny's throat for a knighthood but at least they don't even pretend to being liberal. If there was a Labour party it would righteously tear Clegg to shreds, as it is he will be welcomed back for the valuable contribution he can make to public life.
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