Friday, January 18, 2008
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Stanislav's Rants on Guido (www.order-order.com) plus whatever else tickles my fancy.
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- This blog is a compilation of Stanislav's Rants as they appear on Guido. It is neither operated nor sanctioned by him. If you don't like it, don't come back.
"I will go back to the people of Islwyn and serve them for as long as they will have me..." windbagged a tearful, self-pitying boyo after his toe-curling rock 'n' roll bombast lost Labour an otherwise unloseable general election; 'twas five minutes, look you, before this most obnoxious cunt and every member of his vile, grasping family were in Brussels, copping for millions, fucking millions of Euros of my money.
Retired now, His Grace The Earl Kinnock ekes out his slender stipend with directorships of companies working in areas of which he knows less that he knows about personal ethics, the horrible, braying, sniveling ginger cunt.
Perhaps most notable for we psephologists is that His Serene Highness, Boyo, is a £40k pa (yes, forty thousand pounds a year, a grand a week) director of DSR Data Services, or CountULike, the manufacturers of the electronic vote-counting equipment which so distinguished its manufacturers at last May's Scottish election.
Hired by DSR in 2005, the cunt Kinnock was able to assist wee blameless zombie, Douglas Alexander to the view that his new employers were the only people who could run the Scottish election.(Much as the Kinnock brat was the only possible person to run the British Council. Infinitely preferable to serving in Iraq, like some common bastard) Kinnock and Alexander, members of two of Labour's crime families, have yet to apologise to the people of Scotland for the chaos they caused.
Kinnock, Blind Boy Blunkett, "Dr" Jack Cunnigham, "Dr" John Reid. Alistair Psycho Campbell, the immensely capable Lardman(just hold ma cock for us, lass) Prescott, Alan PharmaCorp Milburn and countless other shameless parasites can be heard most nights in the exclusive Freeloaders Arms, happily chorusing: Day-O, day-O, daylight come and me wan' go home, from the popular calypso, The Banana Boat Song.
We have all said it before but Lady Sir Michael White and others eschew it, as, scurrying from studio to studio, they would: Welcome to the most northerly banana republic in the world. British Values; British Bungs for British Thieves; British Immunity for British Criminals.
The Alexanders, the Ballses, the Millipedes, the Prescotts, the Campbel-Millars, the Blairs and the Kinnocks. What a bunch of slags.
Primping and posing recently on Jock Neil's (not very) Hard Talk programme Kinnock, without a trace of irony, claimed, in defence of his woeful shortcoming, that no less a person than "Lady Thatcher herself told me, very thoughtfully, that History would be kinder to me." Many would advise the horrible, worthless, thieving, lying, whoremongering, unprincipled fucking bastard and his fucking sticky-fingered family of fucking parasites that neither he nor they should set any store by Lady Thatcher's prophecy; she probably only said it to get rid of the cunt, look you.