Sunday, June 29, 2008

stanislav said...The art of politics is looking after numero uno with any good for the voters a fortunate and often accidental side effect.

Seaxe said...

Hmmmm, The good lady Poppinjay, she of the liberality with "favours", smarmy, smug, patronising child of Sunny Jim, worked her way up from the top, fancy school in south London path through every day life smoothed and cleared by Daddy and well connected friends. More socialising than socialist but a force to be reckoned with in the world of nepotism. Merit? Pah! Still, what did we expect? Daddy was a socialist from the working classes, so she would marry a bricklayer and live happily ever after on a nice little housing state in Milton Keynes. Where she brings up three kids who go to a local comp. They scrimp and save and by the time they have been married forty years they retire to a little bungalow near St. Leonards. "Nice 'ere innit?"

The art of politics is looking after numero uno with any good for the voters a fortunate and often accidental side effect.


stanislav said...

Dear Mr Seaxe

Amen, brother, hang 'em high, hallelujah, hang 'em high.

You just forgot that the obnoxious fuckpig Callaghan extended his patronage to son-in law and pretend economist, Peter Smarm, then married to his giant daughter, by appointing him UK Ambassador to the US. Margaret showed her pedigree by banging,as mentioned above, the Washington press corps.

Pete Smarm, having ditched the old slapper, Callaghan-Jay, became, briefly, the most embarrassing Economics editor ever sinecured by the BBC, worse than Fatarse Flanders and twinky Evan Davies combined. The Jay-Callaghans, an entirely rubbish couple, propelled by crooked Labour connections to heights infinitely above their joint or individual merits.

This horrid old outsize boot, sent by Socialist Farmer Jim to an exclusive, fee-paying, ladies' leg-spreading college, has championed state education while, like radical socialist MP, Diane Lard, educating her own spawn privately and expensively.

Jay's only experience of work is, like Gordon Brown's and her former husband's, in sucking cocks up and down the corridors of the BBC, Repulsive old slags, all of them. Baroness my arse, horrible old slapper. Up against the wall, motherfuckers.


Cassandra said...

Stanislav,

A few addenda:

La Jay attended Blackheath High School GPDST which, at the time, was a direct grant school so it is possible that she had a "free place" i.e. was funded by the state as a substantial proportion of the girls would have been at that time. The Direct Grant system enabled many kids from less affluent backgrounds to attend selective academic schools. I forget who abolished it...

La Jay has a full CV. She was appointed as the first Director of the National AIDS Trust in spite of being the daughter of a former PM and the cousin by (ex)marriage of Virginia Bottomley. She was later given a peerage having, through her Ugandan discussions with one of the Government's main AIDS experts, provided a sterling example to yoof.


stanislav said...

Dear Mr Cassandra

stanislav go in direct fucking grant grammar school and not notice any peerage and life of ermine in subsidised bar and restaurant and brothel flowing his fucking way, innit, no job on quango with fifteen grand for half day a fucking month rubberstamping bent doctors. Maybe is because of plumbing heritage and not socialist egaliotarian aristo like Hilary Millionaire Benn, the unspeakable cunt and this poxed-up old bicycle, Jay and no, Mr Beast, you need eye test, can get fix-up off laser eye plumbing service for few hundred of pounds, stanislav can do if hand is steady. Unlike Mr Bob and Mr Guido and Mr Tuscan from Cyber Alcoholics AnonymousRus

Next time you feel like catching clap off Callaghan junior, instead just phone stanislavplumbcheap4u, get good earbashing, go away a sadder and a wiser beastman. Y'know, like wedding guest in Rime off Ancient Plumber, innit.

It is an Ancient plumber and he stoppeth one of three. The guests are met, the table set, now, wherefore stopp'st thou me ? Is mine khazi fuck-ed-up, with turd and condom and sanitary towel and bogroll flowing down mine esteem-ed staircase....etc.




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