Saturday, June 28, 2008
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Eileen Critchley said...
Ok so we win the next election - tell me something I didn’t know!
You don't know about pronouns, sweet thing; we never win the election, it is always they who win.
Dave Thing will win, as you put it, just as Jock Three Salaries Salmond scraped-in here in Scotland - enough people were pissed off at his stuttering Lordship, the clown McConnell and his ScotLab municipal gangsters, all bent as nine-bob notes and voted for the Sean Connery Wife-beating Party of Salmond, of the doddering imbecile, Swinney, and the winsome, shitehawk lawyer, Nicola Moustache, now busy spreading C-Diff through Scotland's hospitals, as if they hadn't enough problems acting as pox clinics and drying-out centres for Mr McDelicious's homeless, alcoholic, workshy relations, bless their burdensome, beetle-browed, syphilitic, ginger heads.
This revulsion at Labour has been spun by Porky Alec and the unspeakably stupid Scotch press as a victory for Nationalism, when, in fact, more people voted against the smirking little demagogue, than for him.
Polish plumbers, however, well acquainted, historically, with the toxicity of Nationalist Socialist parties like the SNP, to a man, still voted for that same SNP because the alternative Labour/ToiletsParty coalition was even more worser, as English Literature graduates now say, after ten years of education-education-education, Blair-style.
The same will happen here, Eilleen, should an election be permitted. A few will vote for the shape-shifting, shit-spouting blowhard, Dave oh-so-pretty-vacant Toff and his gang of pinstripe bankers, wankers, chisellers, lawyerbastards, thieves and degenerates; most, though, will vote against the walking dead of the Labour party. And the whole grim pantomime will start up again.
Kiddie pornster and spokesperson of a generation, Mr Pete Nose of the 'oo is quoted here frequently -meet the new boss, same as the old boss...won't get fooled again et cet. And it's right enough. But for those, like Madam Critchley, suggesting that a game of musical chairs down Westminster is a victory for us, we Poles would suggest the words of the great Warsaw satirist, the late Mr Bill Hickski: Whoever you vote for the government always gets in. They win, we lose. We are the outsiders, peering in at matters too grave for our feeble minds, down on our knees, respect in our hearts, shit on our faces.