stanislav, a young poish plumber said...A story of Labour ethics.

stanislav, a young poish plumber said...

A story of Labour ethics.


It is probably accurate to say that a majority of the population - regardless of age, gender, disability and including Quakers, Hare Krishnas and bog-standard pacifists - would join a very long and orderly queue to punch Neil Kinnock in the mouth, as hard as they could. It is probably accurate, further, that just as many would throw rotten fruit or bad eggs at Glenys and the family Kinnock, should they see them in the street; . There is, then, after all, something about His Grace, Lord Kinnock, which brings out the very best in people.

In 1983, Mr Dave Nellist, of Coventry was elected Labour MP. Nellist was a socialist, no law against that but what set him apart from the likes of Doug Hoyle and, indeed, everyone else in Kinnock's party, was his sincerity; he drew only the salary of a skilled Coventry car worker, paying the remainder of it back to the Labour movement.(The greatest living socialist family, en passant, the BennDynastyUlike, has never followed suit, despite considerable pre-existing family wealth; no doubt Graaaanpa Tony, in his cardy, with his cup of tea, would have a great little aphorism to explain his family's thirst for public money, one which would raise the rafters on Question Time, something about Ghandi, perhaps, whome he met once y'know No matter, they are a busted flush) Not only did Nellist not commit the usual crimes of MPs but he didn't even draw the salary to which he was entitled, taking only half of what everyone else was raking-in; a man doomed, one would think, swimming with sharks, stalked by wolves. And so it proved.

Nellist was originally slated to share an office with his contemporary, Miranda Blair. On encountering one who was not only real Labour but also a real man, however, Miranda took flight, crashing-in, instead, toothy and bug-eyed, on Nancy Brown and thus was born the odd menage of these two and dishy Peter Mandelson which resulted in the gravy train par excellence, New labour and in the embittered and tormented life of the current, It Shoulda Been Me, PM; spurned, unloved, betrayed, passed over, unrequited to the Nth degree.

Nellist, meanwhile, a compelling orator and a good MP, was awarded, for what these things are worth, the parliamentarian of the year award by his fellow honourables and right honourable. His popularity, though, his sincerity and notably his refusal to enrich himself, enraged the great socialist Kinnock and his fellow swine, people like bachelor boy and now baron Hatterjee of the Guardian and it came to pass that the best, most honest Labour parliamentarian of a generation - agree with him or not - was in 1992 deselected by Kinnock's Labour National Executive; the people's flag, bless, is steeped in greed.

Nellist stood in that year's general election as an independent and lost by a short head. Kinnock, on the other hand, got fucked. Braying and crowing before Glenys's adoring gaze, Boyo so revolted the general electorate that he single-handedly threw away an otherwise assured election victory; he has gone since from triumph to scatalogical triumph.

Kinnock was part of the shameful EU Commission which resigned over its fiddled books only to reappoint itself 48 hours later and brutally trash the whistle blower concerned; wife and whole family have coincidentally found most lucrative employment in what we must blithely call public service and Kinnock's most recent triumph was, bizarrely, as a director of an electronic counting machine company which, with the help of Zombie Alexander, fucked-up last year's Scotch election, although His Grace nevertheless received his forty grand a year bung.

These then are the ethics of the honourables and right honourables; a modest, decent man thrown out of the Labour Party for his lack of greed, his sincerity, his principles and a revolting preposterous, windbagging, ginger chimp and his ghastly spawn showered with honours, monies, servants, expenses, pensions, travelling the country which long ago had a bellyfull of him, hoovering-up directorships and consultancies and praise-singing his own vices, failures and vanity.

Nellist serves, still, as a County Councillor and is active in left-wing politics - workers', not Hampstead Heathens' style; neither ennobled nor flush with millions of tax Euros, Nellist is the way we expect public servants to be. Kinnock, wealthy peer, iffy director, grande dame of NewLabour, lazy, worthless spiv, bully and great house of commons man is a cunt.

Hoyle, one of Kinnock's cintemporaries, is not, you see, a novelty or even an exception but just one in a long and broad and densely populated tradition of thieving, lying bastards, wrapped in a red flag, shitting, like boyo Kinnock, in our faces.

7:44 PM, January 31, 2008