Beg pardon! Did I call them shysters and a
gang of political rascals? If so I’ve done everyone with any sense of honesty
and decency a major injustice! These smelly little Jack-the Lads are far more
stinky than that so let’s take a look. Fingers to your nose? Okay then. A few days
back, opening the Liberal Democrats campaign for the May local elections, Party
leader Nick Clegg urged his followers to shout their achievements in Coalition
Government from the rooftops!
Bold as brass. Yeah, yell it from the
rooftops. We’ve come down from the
mountain and now we can tell it to the world… Okay, you tell it Nick but
between me and you most people just don’t know what you’re talking about and if
they think they do they’re even more deluded than everyone thinks! Voting
Liberal Democrat for these people is a plain kind of sickness, much like the
millions of turds straight out the sewers of Essex who repeatedly voted for
Thatcher in the 1980’s.
The substance of these so called achievements that he and his gang of
Coalition henchmen would like to have us consider important are all those
things they claim to have prevented their nasty Tory allies from doing! Well if
your partners in Coalition were so nasty then why the fuck did you join them?
Oh yes, sorry I forgot. It was specially to prevent them doing those things!
For example, like attacking the benefits system for disabled and needy people
whose lives were already so badly damaged and stressed… like preventing people
in prison being sent books to read… like reducing housing benefits for young
people… like forcing people to take offers of zero hours work contracts or else
lose their employment benefit… like ensuring that the scandal of undercover police
operatives who had sexual relations with women they were spying on was swept
under the carpet… like staying silent about every recent dirty act of British
foreign policy…
Just a few of the many wretched acts of meanness
and injustice with which you’ve collaborated, so pray tell us then Mister
Clegg, exactly what have you and your
Liberal Democrat colleagues in Coalition done that you can so proudly shout
from the rooftops.
Well I’ll mention a few of the things that
you’ve actually done. Firstly, when your
friend Ed Davey took over as Secretary of State for Energy he set up an Energy
Suppliers’ Cartel in his very own ministerial backyard with executives from the
big six energy suppliers working there. The result of this has been that during
your time in Coalition, people’s energy bills have skyrocketed! As for cheesy
Ed who took over from jail-time Chris Huhne, he just keeps wringing his hands.
Telling everyone that there’s nothing he can do! Alas, this kind of bull doesn’t
work anymore, not with the huge profits the energy companies are making. Everyone
knows that all this Liberal Democrat hand wringing is phony.
Next rascal up is dear old Vince Cable, Secretary
of State for Business. The man who promised to clean up the banks and their
illegal practices, do away with the outrageous bonuses they pay their
executives along with all the vast volume of filthy malpractice going on in the
City. Yes, here he was. Mister Clean! Going to sort it all out and clean it all
up! That said he took on the task of privatizing the Royal Mail. A liberal
democrat doing the very thing done by his old enemy the Thatcher Government! So
let’s take a look at how clean it all was. Firstly he hired Lazard Brothers, a
powerful international bank to do the job. Secondly, he and the bank worked out
the share price for the flotation on the London Stock Exchange. It was
surprisingly low, in the mid three to four pounds range. Strange that!
Immediately it came on the market huge blocks of shares were snapped up by
powerful institutional investors including the bank managing the sale, Lazard
Brothers! Well whoopee, and what do you know… well the share price shot up
three quid or more within hours of the flotation and Lazard Brothers flogged
off what it got hold of making itself a cozy eight million!
Nice one, but more was to come. For
arranging the share sale for Vince the bank charged him, which means you and I
the taxpayer, close to two million! Total profit out of the deal for Lazard
Brothers around ten million. And the big question that needs to be asked is who
was it who set the share price so low. The answer is clear, the indignantly
Mister Clean of the Liberal Democrats, Vince Cable. Never mind that the staggeringly
low share price cost the taxpayer hundreds of millions. Never mind that the
bank he chose to fix it all fixed themselves with a nice little profit.
Yes Nick Clegg, you and your friends go shout
your rotten privatization of the Royal Mail from the rooftops just like everything
else you’ve been up to and claim it was a major success. TROUBLE IS NO-ONE BELIEVES YOU
ANYMORE!
What you and your Coalition mates have
actually done for the people of this country is NOTHING. Unless, that is, they started
out rich. For the poor, the homeless, the needy, the low paid and the victims
of police violence and misconduct you have done nothing. The British people
know you and your party by now. They’ve heard you lie, bluster, make false
promises and talk bullshit. They know that the Lib-Dems are the Party of
unrestricted mass immigration from Europe and just about anywhere else.
So my first SICKIE OF THE WEEK is party leader Nick Clegg telling his followers
to be proud of their party’s achievements in Government.
And if anyone still believes all that
bullshit coming out of your mouth then they’ve got to be even thicker, even
more deluded than you!
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*
Those who saw Jon Snow, the British media’s
fawning Third World apologist-in-chief interviewing the petite Nigerian
Minister of Finance all dolled up to the nines for the occasion in an utterly ridiculous
pink and white ethnic get up would have laughed themselves silly then laughed
even more at his crawling adulation for the little fat lady while expressing
his concern that she and her colleagues in Government might have done more to
rescue hundreds of schoolgirls kidnapped by a gang of Islamic terrorists.
Oh
dear, oh dear, to our Western listeners it seems that you just haven’t been
doing enough and we’re all so very concerned. So very, very concerned…
Perhaps someone should have told
arse-kisser Snow that the Nigerian Government and its President hadn’t done much
because they didn’t want to do much! Didn’t you see it on the other news
channels Jon? The hundreds of anguished mothers of the kidnapped girls along
with their friends and campaign supporters had sent their representative to
meet with the President’s wife to discuss the whole issue and after their
meeting, well what do you think happened? The police were waiting outside, quickly
arrested the good lady and took her away
to an unknown destination from which she’s so far failed to emerge!
The issue of the kidnapped Nigerian
schoolgirls has now become a kind of international celebrity cause with all kinds of people hot to get in on the act.
Cheesy celebrity politicians like Hilary
Clinton, always hungry for a bit of easy publicity and then Gordon Brown,
United Nations representative for something or other glaring at us straight out
Nigeria and trying to look all benevolent. Well benevolent to the British
people you never were mister so kindly get your sorry arse out of our faces
because we don’t want to see you. Not after you and your banker friendly
economic policies caused such damage to the lives of the poor. How is it that people
like this can get jobs with the United Nations and cover themselves with
respectability after all the dirty things that they’ve done?
Such political opportunists alas are just
the beginning of the whole sickie show. Next comes Hollywood and the world of pop music! All of them climbing
in on the act from UN celebrity girl Angelina Jolie to Africa good causes star Celebrity
Bob. Both naturally favorites with Channel Four! And now, not to be outdone by
the Entertainment Mob comes the President’s wife Michelle Obama with a speech
straight out the White House. Oh goody gumdrops Michelle. You so deeply
concerned about the education of girls in West Africa and all! Pray tell us
when you’re planning to leave your life of luxury and go live out there for a
year in a mud hut so you can really know what it’s like?
It’s a sickening sign of the times that Third
World corruption, political stupidity
and greed becomes an advantageous focal
point for celebrity involvement and a cheery zest for do-gooding and meddling.
That said, there’s another side to the
story of an Islamist terrorist kidnapping of children. With those big oil
fields in the Niger Delta firmly in mind and President Obama already having
expressed the necessary outrage, the
United States has worked fast to get in on the ground by sending political and
military personnel. It must sound like a plateful of dollars to the ever greedy
Nigerian political establishment, themselves responsible in the first place for
failing to protect their female school pupils by tackling a major Islamic insurrection
in the north of their country. It’s a kind of sick joke all round. Britain,
former colonial masters with major oil development and export interests already
established in the Delta initially had to stay quiet and keep its mouth shut
about sending aid lest it be accused of any neo-colonialist shit. It meant leaving
it all to the Americans and being fearful of any nasty oil deals once they’d
got their feet in! Free the kidnapped girls then get their dabs on the oil.
They did something similar to the British before in Saudi Arabia during the 1920’s!
However now Obama’s sent his boys over, Wild Bill Hague’s finally opened his
gob and promised likewise. Keep an eye out for the girls and likewise Shell, BP
and the gushing black gold. Just think of the political power of the 250 virgins,
Wild Bill!
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* * *
Another sickie of the week relates to the recent
imprisonment of celebrity publicist Max Clifford for sexual offences against
women that occurred thirty years back. With his case having become such a major
media event it is only fair to ask why this same media has been silent about
the conduct of undercover policemen having sexual relationships with women with
whom they’d formed liaisons for the purpose of political spying. In cases
already documented, inherent in such relationships were promises of longevity by
men who were already married and had families! One therefore wonder whether these men, having
adopted similar practices of pretension, false promise and trickery as in the
case of Max Clifford, will be arrested for indecently exposing themselves to
and penetrating the women they were spying on?
So far none of these police operatives have
been prosecuted and are never likely to be. The reason is only too plain. The
criminal justice system i.e. the State, regarded Max Clifford’s conduct as personal whereas they view the conduct
of the police as political. Sexual
activity is seen as part of their line of duty as political spies. Their sexual
conduct served a political purpose so it wasn’t sexual misconduct at all! Its character was essentially political and
therefore excusable by the political establishment and of course the Crown
Prosecution Service who act on the advice of the police!
And yes, most of this filthy behaviour went
on during the time of a Labour Government whose Home Secretaries gave it their blessing.
Labour! A supposedly ethical Party! It’s a bit like turning a blind eye to John
Prescott’s infamous sausage!
Now isn’t that a real sickie?
And here’s another! Your Coalition
Government will allow the Inland Revenue to arbitrarily take money from your
bank account in lieu of taxation they think you owe! Now this of course only
refers to the general public with a handful of small business chucked in. Who
it most definitely DOES NOT refer to are the tax avoiding multinational
corporations, the seriously big financial operators who with good advice from
the Inland Revenue itself are often able to reduce their tax liabilities to
zilch. It’s a bit of a sickie you see. If the Coalition closed all the
loopholes and dodges they’d be able to finance free higher education… do away
with tuition fees just like the Liberal Democrats promised… give the desperately
homeless homes to live in. All this and so much more. But no, none of these
things. The multinationals are allowed to get away with blue murder, what with
Danny Alexander being Liberal Democrat Chief Secretary to the Treasury and all!
It’s just another one of those sickeners so
prevalent in our society today that so many just turn a blind eye to.
* * * * *
Once again, yet another celebrity
children’s entertainer in the news. The oh so jokey, friendly face of Australia’s
Rolf Harris, on trial for failing to tie his kangaroo down, may unlike policeman’s
friend Jimmy Savile, knighted for services to child entertainment no less, find
his hide hanging on the shed of the British penal system if everything the
prosecution are alleging about him is accepted by the jury. Still, it’s nothing
to what Savile himself and Liberal Democrat child molester Cyril Smith got away
with simply by dying!
What is it with these entertainers who joke
and strum their way through a media only too happy to promote their every
publicity gimmick and song? What it actually is as a matter of fact is a
marriage of opportunity, personal inclination and a fundamental lack of
self-control. They make the most of opportunity when it arises, feeling they’re
protected by their own status. It might have been the case in the Sixties and
Seventies, a time when so many of these celebrity sexual misdeeds cases hark
back to but not anymore. Not with the police trawling for high profile cases
and the mass media perennially hot for celebrity dirt.
There’s a darkness coming over the face of
the land and only those with naughty fingers will know what they’re possibly in
for. It’s a sickener for celebrity dirt. A case of the vast morass of the socially
unknown getting off on the misfortunes of those who made their money simply by
sticking their heads out the top of the parapets and warbling. It’s a time for
the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to come calling… The Police, the Crown
Prosecution Service, the Vampire Legal Profession and the Yellow End of
Publicity!
* * * * *
Another sick joke for you. British so
called space scientist Colin Pillinger has died. We all remember how this West
Country Catweazle figure delighted us all in 2003 with his supervision of the
landing on Mars of Britain’s Beagle Spacecraft. Indeed it was splendid
entertainment for the millions who watched. With his death Pillinger has been
hailed by BBC television as one of Britain’s special kind of do it yourself
scientific immortals with that only too special British genius. Others however
might venture a somewhat more caustic interpretation of his organisation of the
Mars landing as a catastrophic cock up specially designed for national
television geeks, royals and other fun lovers hot to get in on the act!
We all got it minute by minute with the
Duke of York chucked in to give the proceedings respectability. Yes the royals
were in on a glorious British achievement of science and technology with everything
on track for the craft to make a famous world event success story. It had
travelled millions of miles through space with Pillinger going for glory. With the
tension revved up to fever pitch down it went for a momentous landing on Mars
when suddenly, whoops, it disappeared! Never mind, it was just a momentary
blip. The man in charge would soon find it again and all would be well! The
seconds and minutes ran by with excuses being rolled out by Pillinger and his
team of enthusiasts. Meanwhile faces were getting longer. It should have been
down by now, all the systems were working and guidance control functioning,
only it wasn’t. In fact nothing seemed to be working!
Twenty minutes, half an hour, then an hour
passed. Not to worry! They’d pick up the signal again and find it all soon! Time
ran by. After a couple of hours it became palpably clear that no-one knew
anything or had any idea about what might have happened and what had first been
rolled out as a mystery gradually evolved into something inexplicable and
finally a loss! Faces grew redder and longer and the good old Duke of York
eventually magically departed the scene. Duty elsewhere had called! It was a
major oh dear situation with Pillinger refusing to give up until many hours later
when the craft was officially declared LOST.
In fact nobody knew where it was or what
had happened to it and his great moment of triumph had turned into a
sack of shit. All those months of science, technology and planning wasted let
alone cost.
Oh dear, oh dear! The establishment
television channel was forced to make the best of it with hopeful detection
being made in the coming days, but the days came and went and Pillinger’s
Beagle Spacecraft could have crashed landed just about anywhere, hard as that
might have been to achieve! Neither the head of the project nor anyone else had
a clue. Nonetheless the man toughed it all out. You know how these projects
went… unforeseen circumstances and all that… the smallest something in a highly
complex system malfunctioning and causing everything to go wrong! Excuses had
to be found and the abject failure that it actually was massaged into something
presentable. Meanwhile, a few weeks later with nothing found or known the whole
thing slipped out of the news as another example of great British innovation
and technical achievement not having quite made it but setting a glorious
example for others to follow. You know how the BBC finds words to conjure up
bullshit. It was a triumphant failure no less and Colin Catweazle Pillinger
went down as one of those great eccentric geniuses of British science!
The whole televised process of an expected
triumphant landing however, full of geekish Heath Robinson character, was
important as a spectacle. We were all in on it so the awfulness of the failure
had to be massaged away. There was no success, no orgasm of climax, just a big
damp squib with Pillinger’s name all over it. From that time on he was never
trusted with anything big in any space program ever again and his name
disappeared out of the news. And along with his name and appearance, and the
fact that the Beagle never was found, the word pillock silently accompanied his failure. He died eleven years
later with the BBC still portraying him as the grey eminence of the British
space program, a kind of funky Doctor Who without a police box. As for the
Beagle itself it could be just about anywhere. In small pieces that is!
* * * * *
Just one last sick joke for you to consider.
Has anyone been prosecuted or taken to task by the Food Standards Agency over
the Great British Horsemeat Scandal? Something that was the responsibility of
Owen Patterson’s Department. You remember him don’t you… The Tory Party’s King
Canute of the Somerset Levels!
No of course not.
No-one’s been prosecuted for perpetrating that major fraud. No abattoirs, no
meat processing plants, no supermarkets. No-one!
Okay, have any British bankers or banking
executives been prosecuted for perpetrating the Libor bank rate fraud or for
laundering drugs money for the Mexican drugs cartels?
No of course not! Don’t be a sickie!
Okay, has any policemen been convicted for
their conduct during the Hillsborough Disaster?
No of course not! Don’t
be a sickie!
Their behaviour was regarded as so
impeccably decent that day that some of them have been promoted!
Has any policeman been prosecuted for
shooting dead innocent unarmed civilians or been held responsible for causing
the death of civilians in police custody?
No of course not! Don’t be a sickie!
Have any multinational corporations been
prosecuted for tax avoidance?
Are you kidding?
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