Showing posts with label gordon brown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gordon brown. Show all posts

Friday, 18 September 2009

The vacuous PM in his bubble, STILL doesn't get it.

Have a look at this link to the Telegraph and the article penned by none-other than our esteemed Prime Minister, on Gordon Brown, saviour of the World. It is the usual vacuous tosh, worse he believes his own hype.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/financetopics/g20-summit/6203580/A-new-era-of-global-economic-co-operation.html?state=target#postacomment&postingId=6206880

Sooooooo, below are the comments I posted harranguing him for the sham and the humbug he is:-

Comment 1.

Sorry Gordon, you can spout statistics, vast sums of money and initiatives until you are red in the face, but you and "New" Labour have blown it. All of this waffle and blaming everybody else is meaningless.

YOU have personally pillaged and destroyed our PENSION FUNDS.

YOU, personally, flogged off our GOLD and worse ANNOUNCED the fire sale, so that it was snapped up at bargain basement prices and is now worth nearly FOUR times the flog-off value.

You have taxed and extorted virtually everything possible, thrown it down the public sector black hole, and BLOATED government to an extent not seen outside a corrupt banana republic.

Your hosing billions of OUR MONEY at the banks and printing ever more has seriously damaged the economy. You should have told them to sort out their own mess as New Zealand did. Our savings are worth less very day with disastrously low interest rates, not reflected in borrowing costs.

You do not even know the difference between SPENDING, BORROWING and INVESTMENT which in GordoSpeak are interchangeable.

You have abased yourself and sacrificed this country to every EU whim and diktat and deliberately disadvantaged and handicapped ENGLAND to pay for your clients in Scotland.

You have targetted motorists in a way that is remisniscent of Hitler going after their scapegoats, and are still going for more.

You "investment" in skoolznospitals has seen precious little real improvement save the massaging and skewing of statistics for political gain. Creating a situation where we are afraid of our own children, just as every other control-freak megalomaniac state has done.

Between, you, Blair and the rest of the student union Trots and Marxists infesting this joke of a "government", turning this once free country into a defacto open prison, a vile repressive, surveillance society. Erosion of civil liberties, Identity cards, databases, CCTV, permits, rafts of new "offences", destruction of private property rights. The turning of our schools into little more than daytime holding penitentiaries. Where being on "benefits" is now more lucrative than getting a bloody job. And yet you still want to inflict more of this junk. Incapable of thinking that you could be wrong.

But by far the WORST was you skulking in late, through the back-door, away from the prying cameras, to sign your crabbed signature to the EU Constitution dressed up as the Lisbon Treaty, signing away OUR COUNTRY to control by faceless unelected bureaucrats.

I hope and pray Mr Brown, that when you have the GUTS to call a General Election, the people have the sense to Annihilate the "New" Labour project and see it out of power forever,with "socialism" finally exposed for the monstrous CON that it always was.

The worst aspect is that once again, we Conservatives are going to have to clear up Labour's blundering mess, as we have to, every single time.

I am pleasede that the Telegraph have given you this column, because perhaps those who may have given you the benefit of the doubt will see and read that you are nothing but a hollow cipher, a vacuous scratched record with a "moral compass" so demagnetized that it points everywhere and nowhere as whim dictates.

To cut to the chase Mr Brown, you have NOT saved the World, you have impoverished your own Country and illegally signed it away. GO, in the name of God, GO, and go NOW.

If I had my way an arrest and a trial for High Treason under the still-in-force and unrepealable Common Law of Magna Carta and the English Bill of Rights, would follow swiftly.

Lord help us when Cameron gets a chance to look at the REAL state of the nation's books. It was exactly the same when we took over Harrow from Labour.

Undoubtedly others will add the stuff that I missed.

Never in the field of political endeavour, has so much, been screwed up, by so few.

Apologies for the length of this rant, but a chance to append this to a column written by Brown and hopefully read by him, cannot be missed.


Comment 2.

What REALLY gets up my nose is this patronising, "Low Carbon Economy" DRIVEL, codswallop and garbage.

Sorry Gordon, but YOU know it, I know it, EVERYBODY knows it, but STILL you and your coterie of cretins STILL spout it.

Short of turning out the lights and the heating off, closing businesses, banning all private travel and going to bed at dusk it is pure unadulterated CRAP, especially with the UK's current power infrastructure. The ban on filament lightbulbs was pure spite and grandstanding to prove that you could "do something". The problem is that everything "New" Labour "does" or did was an act of dictatorial posturing.

Every "tough new law", all of the "bans", the rafts of illegal new "offences", the myriad of ill-thought-out "initiatives", the interminable and frankly laughable "crackdowns", the plethora of snoops, spooks, bailiffs and "inspectors", the vile obsession with "the precious children who are our future", the bullying, hectoring tone adopted by your ill-qualified henchmen such as Harman, Balls, Straw, Cooper and you etc etc etc.

Meanwhile it is down to TWELVE festering years of "New" Labour where you have filled the place with wind-turbines that, except on paper, DO NOT WORK. That prat Milliband the "Minister for "Climate Change", (Canute, Minister for Tidal Change would be equally idiotic) who dictates "Carbon Capture" for any coal fired station and yet the technology does not exist and is likely to have serious long term damaging effects.

Under your "stewardship" the only wind generation seems to come from No10 and that other windfarm, Parliament, when we should have started building new Nuclear Stations ten years ago, but YOU sold off our last home-grown Nuke Builder to the Japanese and crapped the money away down the welfare kazi. We are still a major GAS PRODUCER and instead of incentivising the gas producers to build STORAGE facilities, you taxed the bollocks off of them so that it is cheaper and more profitable to export it while we only have 15 days supply. Even Nuclear Stations who produce no CO2 are paying that great GREEN CON, the "Climate Change Levy". How does a TAX that goes down the toilet, "save the planet".

But by far, by FAR the most INSULTING piece of garbage is yours and your idiot ministers blathering on about how the "Third World" should have "Low Carbon" economies. They already HAVE, it's called NO PROPER POWER STATIONS, and the only way they can be even termed "Low Carbon" is because they are running out of their Carbon capturing TREES and burning them as FIREWOOD. And still you keep spouting this abject, insulting airy-fairyland RUBBISH.

If you were REALLY interested in the "Third World" and really gave a toss about the "poor people of Africa", you would tell the EU to take a hike, drop all tariffs and subsidies and open up Britain for FREE TRADE. At present "fair trade" is a feelgood, warm and fuzzy idea that makes us westerners feel good about ourselves.

REAL free trade would soon see other countries develop. Cutting aid and would starve the kleptocrats, scumbags and murdering African "Big Men" and their marxist backers.

The fly in the ointment is that YOU Gordon, like playing Mister Bountiful and swanning around pretending to be a Great Statesman with Other Peoples' Money while Mandelson pulls the strings. You don't do anything with the word FREE in it, free trade, freedom, free movement and will go down in history as the man who wrecked Britain and with that other charlatan Blair, damaged the 300 year old Union because of your incessant tinkering and "reforms".

As I said before, I sincerely hope that you read this and see how much the British people despise, at a deep visceral level, what you have done to this country and that their GRANDCHILDREN will still be paying for your ham-fisted "son of the manse", "moral compass" while we curse yo for what you have done in STEALING our PENSIONS.

It wasn't the "downturn", it was the nasty, vindictive, socialist, THEFT of our pension funds.

As I wrote before, GO NOW, call that Election, but you WON'T because you still believe for whatever reason that only you can fathom, that you truly can Save the World.

Worse, all of the signs are that the people are REJECTING "New" Labour in droves, you having turned the country into a de-facto island open prison, full of jobsworths, surveillance and databases.

Your cowardly Party aided by the Unions is embarking on a crass and vindictive scorched Earth policy littered with landmines to make the Tories job difficult and to punish the voters for their rejection, while what remains of the "New" Labour Trots and student union Marxists, snipe from the sidelines.

Time for that ELECTION, and a REFERENDUM.

Wednesday, 6 May 2009

THE DEAD PRIME-MINISTER SKETCH

MR. PRALINE: Any Voter
CHANCELLOR: Alistair Darling
RAILWAY ATTENDANT: Ed Balls
LIFELESS GRINNING CORPSE: Gordon Brown

(A perfectly ordinary Ministry. A tall voter in a dark green rain-jacket, holding red embellished bank statements and with rictus grinning corpse in tow, enters. This is Mr. Praline.)


Mr. Praline : 'Ello. I wish to register a complaint.

(The Chancellor has his back to the voter and does not respond.)


Mr. Praline : 'Ello miss?

Chancellor: (turning around, very angry) What do you mean, “miss”, just ‘cause my name’s Darling?

Mr. Praline : I'm sorry, I said Chancellor, I have a cold.

(The Chancellor nods, understanding.)


Mr. Praline : I wish to make a complaint!

Chancellor : (hurriedly) Sorry, we're closin' for lunch, workin’ time directive, health and safety ruling, TV interview...!

Mr. Praline : Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this Prime Minister, what I got not half an hour ago from this very boutique.

Chancellor : Oh yes, the, ah, the Caledonian Red... What's, ah... W-what's wrong with it?

Mr. Praline : I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. It's dead, that's what's wrong with it.

Chancellor : No, no, 'e's, ah... he's resting.

Mr. Praline : Look, matey, I know a dead Prime Minister when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.

Chancellor : No no, h-he's not dead, he's, he's restin'!

Mr. Praline : Restin'?

Chancellor : Y-yeah, restin.' Remarkable man, the Caledonian Red, isn't it, eh? Beautiful smile!

Mr. Praline : The smile don't enter into it. Ee's stone dead!

Chancellor : Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!

Mr. Praline : All right then, if he's resting, I'll wake him up!

(shouting at the grimacing corpse)


'Ello, Gordy! Mister Gordy Browneeeeee! I've got a lovely fresh tax wheeze for you if you wake up, Mr. Gordy Browneeeeee...

(Chancellor hits the table)


Chancellor : There, he moved!

Mr. Praline : No, he didn't, that was you hitting the table!

Chancellor : I never!!

Mr. Praline : Yes, you did!

Chancellor : I never, never....

(He pulls the Gordy over the desk and screams into its ear.)

Mr. Praline : 'ELLO GORDAAAAAAAY! GORD-EEEEE-AAAAYYYY! GORDY BROWNIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WAKE UP!

(He bangs Gordy’s grinning head against the desk, horribly hard.)


TESTIIIING! TESTIIIING! THIS IS YOUR 2010 ELECTION ALARM CALL!


(He does it again, harder.)


GORDDDDD-EEEEEEE!

(He tosses him up in the air and watches him plummet to the floor. Longish pause.)


Now that's what I call a dead Prime Minister.

Chancellor : No, no.... No, he's stunned.

Mr. Praline : STUNNED?

Chancellor : Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! Caledonian Reds stun easily, Major.

Mr. Praline : Look Tosh, I've had just about enough of this. That PM is definitely deceased, and when I got ‘im not half an hour ago, you assured me that ‘is total lack of movement was due to ‘im being tired and shagged out after a long PMQs.

Chancellor : Well, he's... he's, ah... probably pining for the lochs.

(Praline looks angrily back and forth, stuttering.)


Mr. Praline : PININ' for the LOCHS? What kind of talk is that? Look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment ‘e got home?

Chancellor : The Caledonian Red prefers thinkin' on its back! Remarkable thing isn't ’e, guv, eh? Lovely whistle and flute, luvverly smile!

Mr. Praline : (coldly) Look, I took the liberty of examining a video of that PM when I got home, and I discovered the only reason that he had been standing in the first place was that he had been NAILED there and the smile STAPLED and GAFFER-TAPED in place.

(pause)


Chancellor : Well, of course ‘e was nailed there and the stapled smile, you don’t want to see him angry! If I hadn't nailed the PM down, ‘e would have muscled up to them Tories, bent 'em apart with ‘is bitten fingernails, and…………..VOOM!

Mr. Praline : "VOOM?"

(Praline puts the red-lined statements down and grabs the lifeless PM by the arms.)


Mr. Praline : Look matey, this PM wouldn't "voom" if you put four thousand volts up ‘is jacksy with a size 13 army boot! ‘E's bleedin' demised!

Chancellor : ‘E's not! E-‘E's pining!

Mr. Praline : ‘E's not pinin,' ‘e's passed on! This PM is no more! ‘E has ceased to be! ‘E's expired and gone to meet ‘is maker! This is a late PM! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, ‘is policies in pieces! If you hadn't nailed him to the desk he would be pushing up the thistles for over ten years! ‘is metabolical processes are of interest only to historians! ‘E's hopped the twig! ‘E's shuffled off this mortal coil! ‘E's run down the economy and screwed the earnings invisible! He’s in the great manse in the sky! This.... is an ……….EX-PM!

(pause)


Chancellor : Well, I'd better replace ‘im, then.

(He disappears behind the desk.)


Mr. Praline : (turning to camera) If you want to get anything done in this country you've got to vote 'til you're Blue in the Government.

(The Chancellor returns.)


Chancellor : Sorry guv, we're fresh out of PMs and no likely candidates.

Mr. Praline : I see. I see, I get the picture.

Chancellor : (quietly) I-I've got a slug.

(pause)


Mr. Praline : (sweet as sugar) Could be a suitable replacement. Does it talk?

Chancellor : Not really, no.

Mr. Praline : Well, it's SCARCELY A BLOODY REPLACEMENT then, IS IT? It would be if it could bleedin’ talk.

Chancellor : Listen, I'll tell you what, tell you what, if you go to my brother’s assembly in Cardiff, he'll replace your PM for you.

Mr. Praline : Cardiff, eh?

Chancellor : Yeah.

Mr. Praline : All right.

(He leaves.)


(CAPTION: "A SIMILAR MINISTRY IN CARDIFF, WALES")


(The customer enters a very similar Ministry, with a sign on the front reading "Similar Ministry" The owner, who looks similar to the other Minister, is putting on large false ginger eyebrows in order to better distinguish himself from his brother. Which he isn't. Praline looks about and finds it to be very similar indeed. And when he finds his same dead PM inside, that just about clinches it.)


Mr. Praline : Uh, excuse me, this is Cardiff, is it?

Chancellor: (with the fake white eyebrows) No, it's Edinburgh.

Mr. Praline : (looking at the camera) That's Network Rail for you.

(Mr Praline goes to the train station. He addresses a man standing behind a desk marked "Complaints.")


Mr. Praline : I wish to make a complaint.

Attendant : I don't have to do this, you know!

Mr. Praline : I beg your pardon...?

Attendant : I'm a qualified brain surgeon! I only do this 'cause they messed up the admissions contracts and the CRB check!

Mr. Praline : Excuse me, this is irrelevant, isn't it?

Attendant : Oh yeah, well, most sensible sketches woulda stopped at the slug line.

Mr. Praline : Well, I wish to complain! I got on the Cardiff train and found myself deposited here in Edinburgh.

Attendant : No, this is Cardiff.

Mr. Praline : (to the camera) The Minister's brother was lying!

Attendant : Well, you can't blame Network Rail for that.

Mr. Praline : If this is Cardiff, I shall return to the Ministry!

(Zoom in on the bewildered attendant. Mr. Praline returns to the Ministry.)

Mr. Praline : I understand that this IS Cardiff.

Chancellor : (still with the fake eyebrows) Yeah?

Mr. Praline : But you told me it was Edinburgh!

Chancellor : (a bit meekly) It was a pun.

Mr. Praline : A pun??

Chancellor : No, no ... not a pun ... What's the other thing where it reads the same backwards as forwards?

(longish pause)


Mr. Praline : A palindrome...?

Chancellor : Yeah, yeah.

Mr. Praline : It's not a palindrome! The palindrome of "Cardiff" would be "Ffidrac!" It don't work!!

Chancellor : Well, what do you want?

Mr. Praline : No, I'm sorry! I'm not prepared to pursue my line of inquiry any longer as I think this is getting too silly!

Chancellor : Silly, sir?

Mr. Praline : And take off those eyebrows!

Chancellor : (taking off eyebrows) Silly, sir?

Mr. Praline : Yes, silly! Well it would be if it wasn’t so serious. I've come in here with a perfectly legitimate complaint and you have done everything in your power to turn my afternoon into a comedy of errors and divert attention! This, therefore, is silly!

(He slams the bank statements down on the counter and lands a hefty boot at the rictus grinning corpse, to illustrate the point.)


Chancellor : Y-yeah. Silly. (gets ashamed, looks at his feet)

Mr. Praline : Well.

(Excruciatingly long pause.)


Chancellor : (quietly) D'you.... d'you want to come back to my place?

(Pause.)


Mr. Praline : No! Mandelson’s already asked..