Blair's departure
As this site edges ever closer to the paradigm set by young Master Fawkes, an email correspondant vouchsafes this important information to your humble Devil.
Naturally, what Chuckles wants is to beat Thatcher's record and I, out of pure spite as much as anything, would love to ensure that that does not happen.
I have always found it mildly ironic that Mrs T, the daughter of a greengrocer and as common as they come, should be so despised by the working class of this country. Mind you, this is probably because she took the unusual step of forcing the companies that they worked for to compete in the market, rather than being propped up through the extortion of British taxpayers, and so the kind of people who made such a roaring success of great British companies as British Leyland really weren't going to be terribly fond of her, the feckless, lazy cunts.
Whereas, of course, the immensely priviledged Anthony Charles Lynton Blair leads a party that claims to be a representative of the common man. That the man has fucked up royally is hardly beyond dispute but his legacy is less assured. However, many of us were reassured that it seemed to be going the right way when it was reported that, despite the best efforts of Chuckles and The Gobblin' King, the very people whom they claimed to represent have been the very people who have been most roughly shafted over the last nine years.
Anyway, let us intensify the pressure on Blair and get him to go at the very soonest opportunity. This weekend would be choice: anytime before Christmas would be a bonus.
UPDATE: talking of Chuckles, The Gobblin' King and soiled goods, as we were, over at Right Links there is a call for all good Conservatives to place a little advert in their sidebar, supporting Gordo. Sounds weird? Not really: it;s the logical thing to do, says The Serf.
Obviously, my loyalties lie elsewhere but, please, do go and participate...
[I know someone who] works for labour and they've said that tomorrow is the most important day for Blair and if there is a major rally against him he will be out by the weekend. But it has been confirmed he will be out by May.
Naturally, what Chuckles wants is to beat Thatcher's record and I, out of pure spite as much as anything, would love to ensure that that does not happen.
I have always found it mildly ironic that Mrs T, the daughter of a greengrocer and as common as they come, should be so despised by the working class of this country. Mind you, this is probably because she took the unusual step of forcing the companies that they worked for to compete in the market, rather than being propped up through the extortion of British taxpayers, and so the kind of people who made such a roaring success of great British companies as British Leyland really weren't going to be terribly fond of her, the feckless, lazy cunts.
Whereas, of course, the immensely priviledged Anthony Charles Lynton Blair leads a party that claims to be a representative of the common man. That the man has fucked up royally is hardly beyond dispute but his legacy is less assured. However, many of us were reassured that it seemed to be going the right way when it was reported that, despite the best efforts of Chuckles and The Gobblin' King, the very people whom they claimed to represent have been the very people who have been most roughly shafted over the last nine years.
Anyway, let us intensify the pressure on Blair and get him to go at the very soonest opportunity. This weekend would be choice: anytime before Christmas would be a bonus.
UPDATE: talking of Chuckles, The Gobblin' King and soiled goods, as we were, over at Right Links there is a call for all good Conservatives to place a little advert in their sidebar, supporting Gordo. Sounds weird? Not really: it;s the logical thing to do, says The Serf.
As the Blair Circus grinds inexorably toward its inglorious end, Gordon Brown's hopes of replacing him seem to be waning. Whilst Gordon would be poor Prime Minister, it will be bad news for us if he does not end up in No 10 Downing Street.
Gordon Brown is our dream opponent, personally, professionally and perceptially he represents the worst possible choice for Labour and the easiest opponent for us.
Personally he is a man of little warmth who comes across as a boring, uncaring person with little in common with the man on the street.
Obviously, my loyalties lie elsewhere but, please, do go and participate...
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I have always found it mildly ironic that Mrs T, the daughter of a greengrocer and as common as they come, should be so despised by the working class of this country.
Do they, or is it just a vocal minority and the likes of the left wing media?
Fair enough, this is talking about 20-30 years earlier but the principle remains the same as for the Thatcher years and possibly even now. From 'Never Had It So Good: A History of Britain from Suez to the "Beatles" - Britain in the Sixties: 1956-63 v. 1' and subsequently my blog:
But most people, of course, were not middle-class; how, then, could a middle-class party win elections? The answer was that the Conservatives consistently won between a third and a half of the working-class vote. Even during the darkest years of slump and unemployment before the war, one in every two manual workers had cast his ballot for a Conservative. It was an extraordinary achievement for a right-of-centre, middle class party to have won such a following among the working classes, without a parallel anywhere in Europe. It was a trick that had first been pulled off by the easy-going, paternalistic Worcestershire ironmaster Stanley Baldwin in the twenties and thirties; and his successors did not find it too difficult to repeat it. Working-class Conservatives, according to a survey at the end of the sixties, were not merely motivated by deference to their betters; instead, they genuinely thought that the Conservative Party was more likely to benefit them, since they shared its vision of a consensual, united, harmonious society free from class conflict. Those workers who voted for Churchill, Eden and their successors were neither intimidated or deluded; they weighed up their interests and in many case believed that Conservative policies would best help them to realise their own economic and social ambitions. Had they not done so, a middle class party would have had very little hope of ever winning power
Its about fucking time all these politicians were dragged out their beds in the early morning and publicaly executed. They are all self-serving cunts who have no fucking idea what their local constituents think.
I say cull the entire fucking lot of them and start again. And any cunt that applies for the newly vacated position, shoot that cunt aswell, and their family.
Politicians should be pillars of society, people that can prove their worth, not people who's fucking ego is large enough for them to select themselves ... shoot all the cunts.
I so want the Ignorant Jock to take over, I really do. A North British MP standing for Prime Minister is guaranteed to lose a vote.
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