First off, I have no particular sympathy for Stephen Hestor. But I think his public villification, especially by that horrible little squirt Ed Milliband, has been repugnant.
Ed Milliband claims he is not playing party politics and wants this country’s fat cat culture cleaned up, but that is nothing short of monumental and calous hypocracy. It is the Labour party that have created this abhorrent money grabbing culture and the sooner he respects that and takes a more reasoned “we’re all in this together” stance, the better.
He would do well to acknowledge this fact or at the very least blame market forces.
David Cameron meanwhile faces the whole sorry predicament like a guppy on a sideboard. Pathetic ineffctual Labour bashing and toothless anodine claptrap abound at every rejoinder. The man can’t cope as he tries to keep his Tory bum chums happy by not actually pissing all over them.
Clegg? Well Clegg just emotes.
As for Hestor; well, he is doing a very big job.
It wasn’t Hestor that broke RBS.
He’s being paid a respectable salary (a huge one if you’re a postie, a marketing consultant or a mechanic) but “in the scheme of things” it’s not out of the box. No, my ire is reserved for the next level down of what I’ve heard commonly referred to as “coke snorting, champagne swilling city boys” who, in their hundreds take million pound bonuses home for doing what exactly?
But you can forget your naive assertions of “stop the bonuses”. These people have contracts. Those contracts have performance bonuses written into them. Guys, you’re just gonna have to deal with it.
As for now, I think Hestor genuinely does deserve respect for turning his bonus down (as does the RBS chair). Both saw the personal villification (and probably abuse, verbal and physical) that would follow were they have to have accepted what was rightfullly theirs (moral or otherwise).
Now, could Ed Milliband try building the Labour Party on a foundation of positivity and political integrity instead of fuelling the hostile tripe that writers of the Daily Mail (and no doubt the Socialist Worker) so desperately crave?
London is 7,903 miles North East of the Falkland Islands.
Buenos Aeres is 946 miles South West of The Falklands.
Approximately one eighth of the distance.
But today David Fucking Cameron had the temerity to accuse Argentina of attempting Colonialism towards The Falklands (Malvinas).
Colonialism, for the record, is definesd as…The policy or practice of acquiring full or partial political control over another country, occupying it with settlers, and exploiting it economically.
What the Fuck is he talking about?
We colonised the Falklands many years ago and the Argies have always claimed it is in their territory. Well a factor of 8 says they are more entitled to colonise the place than we are.
Yes, in a few hundred words, this explains why I hate the Tories so much.
Benedict Brogan is a self righteous prig writing for an embarrasingly tunnel visioned anachronism. The Telegraph.
I share with you, dear reader the utter pish that this man and this paper and this party spouts.
It’s almost enough to make me a true blooded nationalist. Almost.
Here you go. Have a laugh because if you took this seriously you’d lose your mind.
With the global economy teetering on the brink of something horrible, and Westminster paralysed, the issue of Scotland is second or third order. (Oh really? Fuck you). But it is there, and the outcome of the election has made it more explicit. You could argue that by swinging to Labour, Scotland merely did what England did as well, namely back the opposition against the party in power. But there are plenty of MPs of all parties who are desperately uneasy about the deepening political gap between Scotland and England. Conservatives in particular can see the long-term threat: for some there is a question of legitimacy. In the tough times ahead, can you be a credible national government with just one seat in Scotland? (nope) Expect voices to urge David Cameron, if he ever gets into No10, to offer that referendum on independence the SNP claims it wants. If Scotland then votes no, the price will be a root and branch review of the financial relationship. Some Tories want a confrontation with Scotland about money. (this is interesting and dangerous but I don’t think it will come to that)
But that disguises something which is more deep-seated. The Tories have no idea how to undo the damage done to their reputation north of the Border under Margaret Thatcher. (She was a total bitch and raped Scotland at every opportunity so what do you expect). When Gordon Brown was a mere opposition spokesman on the make, he was part of a successful movement to equate Thatcherism with the English. It fed Scotland’s conceit that it somehow has a more caring and effective social model. Of course, all the statistics from public sector productivity to mortality rates for preventable diseases tell you the opposite is true. (OK. So we die younger. Therefore we are a lesser species. This is a scandalous statement from a FUCKING self righteous Tory tit.) But Scotland was turned, and a smooth-chopped public school English guy who proclaims his passion for the Union hasn’t reversed it. A Scots chum (Chum? fuck off.) suggested to me that the Tories might have better luck if their leader was Michael Forsyth, (LOL) the Freddie Kruger of the battles between Labour and Tories in Scotland in the late 80s and early 90s. Interesting idea, but something tells me England has had its fill of Scottish politicians.
Mr Cameron has other fish to fry. But if he becomes Prime Minister, it will be without Scotland. Mrs Thatcher, from memory, had 22 Scots MPs on her benches in 1979 before they were wiped out. He will have to consider how to address this legitimacy deficit. Does he keep signing large cheques to keep a troublesome province quiet, much as Ms Thatcher used to do every time Malcolm Rifkind threatened to resign? Does he give Scotland a chance to say in or out? And does he insist on the Barnett formula in reverse? For every cut in English budgets to come, should Scotland be made to swallow its share?
I’d like to think we can read quite a lot into this. Particularly that Brown is getting out of the way of a Lib Lab pact, perhaps even including a deal for Scotland and Wales. This is turning out to be a very interesting game of deceit and counter-deceit. The great thing is that at least Clegg is taking his time to show his hand, but, I repeat, if he eventually does do a deal with the devil I will never EVER vote Liberal again. I feel I am not alone in this respect. This is a very fundamental election because it could shape the long term future of both the Liberals and the Conservatives. The only ones that cannot really lose (apart from in the short term) is Labour. Absolutely fascinating.
Oh God, how much would I laugh if Cameron loses this one. And poor old Gideon.
As the “Kingmaker” and co got more and more tired masks started to slip today.
Cameron looked more and more like the toff boy wank with loadsamoney and no talent that anyone with half a brain recognises.
But Brown emerged scowling, prowling, defiant, indignant, unremitting, warrior-like to a press conference yards in front of the door of number ten.
He looked like a leader that had one more fight in him. He should have been sponsored by Nike,
Clegg “the Kingmaker” (wank phrase of the year) meanwhile looked all pasty faced and tired, needing his bed as he faux-negotiated with Cameron. (I think/hope that’s all just a front for the real deals that are being done behind wanky boy’s back)
So, come Monday I just wonder if the real deal will actually turn out to be the Lib Lab pact that most Libs hoped for; and the result might possibly still be a minority govt.
But one that sends that bunch of pansy public schoolboy tosspots back to where they came from.
(Wealth and mummy – at least they’ll be able to afford the ignominy.)
It’s actually getting more exciting again.
And that’s what the commuters on the tube thought yesterday…
And so, the great British public is about to have its say. In the first election in a lifetime there are political choices to be made. Real ones.
In one night at the hustings (the first ITV leaders debate) politics was changed forever, because Nick Clegg emerged as leader of an electable party. The momentum has been maintained and now it’s the Tories who will suffer.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think Nick Clegg is particularly inspiring, but look what he was up against.
The real catastrophe for the Tories was that they did not put their ace in the pack in charge. In fact I would go as far as to say that we may be about to see the death of the modern day Tory party as a result. There can be no question that Kenneth Clarke is the most gifted Tory politician (if William Hauge wasn’t such a geek that mantle may have been his but he “peaked” too young) and should be leading the party. I believe that if this scenario had unfolded Clarke would have a commanding lead in the polls and would be PM elect.
But that hasn’t happened. Cameron (the fool) has withered as this campaign has progressed. Clegg (the pretty boy) has appeared from nowhere in a sort of protest vote and has effectively split the Tory vote.
The outcome will be, I believe, a Tory lead in seats but a Lib Lab pact with the main condition being the adoption of proportional representation as a much fairer electoral measure.
The result of that will be a strengthening of the Liberal vote (and to some extent Labour) and a weakening of the Tory vote.
Oh, and I expect a very strong showing from the BNP.
I read tonight that, and I quote, Philip Lardner, the Tory election candidate for North Ayrshire and Arran, said that most Britons consider homosexuality to be “somewhere between unfortunate and simply wrong” and it should not be supported by the state.
Philip Lardner. No longer the candidate for Ayrshire and Arran.
In a section on his website, he supported parents and teachers who do not want children to be taught about homosexuality and churches who do not want to employ gay people.
Philiip Lardner is not really in touch with this century and life in general.
He ought to heed this poster.
Philip Lardner, you might like to note, is a Tory.
I had to dig around a bit to find these pictures, but I got there in the end.
In this one (number 1) we see George Osborne looking like a reject from Duran Duran; stony-faced and ‘brilliant.’
Our future chancellor. (Not.)
Give me darling Mr Darling any day.
And in this one (number 2) his twitty boss David Cameron. He was chucked out of Kajafuckinggoogoo.
Do you, dear reader, ordinary folk think that this pair of chaps are ready to take on the dogged Gordon Brown, a man who has made a million mistakes but has hopefully learned from some of them?
Gosh, it’s really quite scary that these twerps might be running our country one day.
You’ll notice of course that old Boris is forefront of David’s shot. (You don’t need me to tell you that he is number 8.)
I love the fact that in the top picture half of them are un-numbered as in ‘who cares who they are’ and in the bottom only one has the ignominy of no number.
David Cameron was attacked by a white van driver who tried to push him into a car as he cycled home from a dinner late at night.
The van had been following him and was stopping and starting, which made Mr Cameron nervous. “I turned down a road I don’t normally go down, and I slowed down and sort of pulled in behind a line of parked cars,” he reveals in a book out today.
“As this van drove by this hand came out and just bashed me in the back with the aim of pushing me in front of the car. Luckily I managed to put the brakes on.”
The incident happened a few months ago and is recounted in Cameron on Cameron, which is based on conversations that the Conservative leader had with Dylan Jones, the Editor of GQ, over the past year.
Can you imagine the ignominy of being assassinated by a white van man. I’m crying, literally crying with laughter writing this.
Gosh, he’s so…tough.
Salmond would have run after the gadgey and kicked his heid in.
The man is not for turning. Well, it's a one way street.
David Cameron’s lame conference speech started by dissing ‘Experience.’ In attempting to undo Gordon Brown’s collosal “this is no time for a novice” line – one of the all time great conference snipes. He tried to get us to fall for the concept that experience is tantamount to always looking back and dwelling on the past.
Bollocks, I say to that.
Where he came truly unstuck was with his justfication. In it he positioned Callaghan as the man of experience, with numerous cabinet posts behind him in in 1979. However Thatcher came in and blew him away . “Thank God” was his summation.
Fair enough, one nod to Thatcherism and its innate unpopularity might be OK to make a point, but he later went on to applaud her at least once more.
Why?
Because he was looking back to greater times. For the Tories. To experience.
As for his lambasting of The Labour Party for creating a Health and Safety type culture. Well, that’s just laughable. That’s EEC nonsense and well he knows it. What’s he going to do if he gets into power? Disband the Health and Safety Executive? Come on David. Give us a break. We’re not THAT stupid.
Anyone who falls for this man’s parthetic rhetoric deserves the outcome that voting the hapless Tories into power will result in.
These people are hapless. (Shit, I’ve already said that. So, that proves my point.) OK, These people are hopeless! (Better Ed.)
I’m afraid the current Labour government is the best we can hope for.
In the UK that is…
Scotland? Hmmm, a rather different kettle of fish.
Far from joining the militant right David Cameron has shown his anarchic tendencies by breaking four; yes get that FOUR laws on his bicycle on the way to work as leader of the opposition.
Call the Daily fucking Mail, that’s what I say.
Oh, it was then them that broke the story.
Whatever next?
Actually, I listened to a radio programme on Radio Scotland yesterday where the phone-in was about cyclists being wankers. Yes, it’s true. OK they didn’t call them wankers, they called them thoughtless law-breaking morons. It was, of course, a phone-in driven (get it?) by Tory toss-pots of a certain age.
Oh yes, and they were car drivers.
What offended me was not their opinions but the fact that the BBC thought it a wise choice to allow licence payers to have to listen to a bunch of old Tory farts sounding off about anarcho-cyclists when their boss is the leader of that particular pack.
Sweet.
(Doesn’t stop you wanting to retch from the pit of your stomach every time Cameron slimes into your peripheral vision though. I’d almost say bring back Bliar, but that would be ridiculous. In the meantime let’s just hope Brown learns that being PM means not being C of the E)