stanislav, a young polish plumber said...Murphy is obviously good at impressing the fuckwits on the backbenches

stanislav, a young polish plumber said...

Saw that Murphy speaking to what they grandly call a select committee; some gang of Oily Vazes, pompous, mouthy little jobsworth Hitlers, all in cheap suits, all playing at being oh-so-clever, lawyerly scrutineers, these, all of them, "misled" over Iraq by the deadbeat, alky pornographer and QueenBitch, Campbell and his bumboy Scarlett of the unintelligent services but pretending, here, to be masters of the detail, wherein, tediously, like the cliche-monger, hoist with his own ubiquitous petard, the Devil always lurks; Murphy wiped the floor with them, functioning on an altogether higher level. Not saying much, of course, backbenchers not the smartest of phonies.

A lean and hungry type, he looks like a Jock Toilets Maguire, only smarter and without the bits of Andrex round his mouth and without the eye make-up. Murphy, however, in his battle instructions to the troops over-eggs the pudding; this Lisbon treaty is the best thing that ever happened; it is so staggeringly good for the country that, obvious as it is, the people are too stupid to agree and cannot, therefore, be trusted to vote the right way in a referendum.

Praying in aid, further, the great flouncer herself, Heseltine, Ken Fatman, the drug peddler and boy-man William Hague, Murphy indicates quite how weak is his position, barrel scrapings like this trio butter no parsnips in the real world, only in the incestuous knocking shop that is Westminster. Does anybody give a fuck what Lady Heseltine says, jumped-up, conceited, narcissistic cheques-in-the-post artist, what a prick.

Murphy is obviously good at impressing the fuckwits on the backbenches, but let him step outside for a minute, see what happens among decent honest citizens.

10:00 PM, February 27, 2008