Voy Por Ustedes

What with Cheltenham and hang-overs and an inability to tolerate the reams of misery printed by the news media without inflaming my tear ducts, I haven't kept up to speed with the most recent lies and buffoonery that makes our lives so unnecessarily miserable on a day to day basis.

I'm hearing that the Unite Union is as we speak are about to hammer the final nails into this Government's coffin - those same nails David Cameron has been pounding away at since he took over as Conservative Party leader with his rubber hammer politics.

It's par for the course that a Labour Government's time in office should conclude amidst wild industrial chaos and economic despair. But it's ironic and confusing that New Labour should be, for all intents and purposes, a subsidiary of the Unite Union, and yet it will be them that could ultimately finish them off.

I think it says all you need to know about David Cameron that such a huge percentage of Unite's members would prefer him to be the Prime Minister. What with him not having a Conservative bone in his body and a rubber spine.

Meanwhile, like Nero, as the country slowly but surely disintegrates, Gordon Brown, reminiscent of James Callaghan's "Crisis? What Crisis?" delusional optimism, continues to fiddle the books, spin the facts and insist that when Jesus Christ sits down for breakfast he sees effigies of Gordon Brown in his toast.

His latest performance of Olympic standard economic gymnastics came before the Chilcot Inquiry. An awesome display of complete indifference to what is happening and has happened to our military personnel in Afghanistan and Iraq.

He knows he had no legal obligation to tell the truth and no oaths were taken. He may as well have said, "with the greatest respect, I couldn't give a toss about the armed forces, I'm not going to be Prime Minister for much longer so just jog on specky four eyes."

It's astonishing really how completely indifferent he has always been to the plight of the British Armed Forces. Only someone with enormous reserves of cowardice can deny them the minimum of funds required to do the job as Chancellor and then lie about it years later as Prime Minister.

He knew of course that his lies would be uncovered, but as Chilcot is just a token gesture Inquiry all he's required to do to address his lies is write a letter with one of those thick black marker pens he uses, detailing just how bear faced his lies were and sign his derisory epistle off with a huge comedy cock drawn with some spunk ejaculating from it. It's how I'll always remember him.

Labels: Nonsense, Politics