Guido is right, this is pretty fucking desperate—but then, so are NuLabour.
This picture is taken from Labour's election propaganda (see also here). The by-election candidate Margaret Curran says
Some of the people that I have met out and about over the past 9 years as a local MSP have been absolutely inspirational. Today I met a man who was up there with the very best that the East End has to offer.Mr McGuiness is a 93 year old—who looks not a day past 70, by the way—living in a sheltered housing complex that I went to visit today.
Mr McGuiness fought with the Desert Rats in World War II and was treated in hospital for shrapnel wounds. He also fought in Yugoslavia with the partisans against the German occupation.
He reminded me of all the sacrifices our older generation made so that we can enjoy freedom today. I hope every single voter in the East End uses their hard-fought right to vote on July 24th.
Having met Mr McGuiness today, I am reminded we owe it to people like him to use our democratic right to vote.
What more could you ask for? A smiling endorsement with the candidate from a proud medal holder and old war hero who fought for democracy. Vote Labour!
Mr McGuinness looks in good shape for 93. He looks more like 67. With good reason, he is 67. He was 4 years old when the war ended. The picture above is of the Labour activist John McGuinness who nominated Margaret Curran on her ballot papers. A lifelong Labour activist whom Downing Street got an MBE as a reward.
It's this sort of shameless lying that all our politicians are so adept at, though NuLabour seem to have elevated it to new heights.
Oh, and if you are unaware of the fragrant Margaret Curran, the blonde harridan standing for Labour in Glasgow East, the poor little Greek boy has done a neat little character sketch.
Margaret Curran is not a familiar face south of the border, and count yourselves lucky; imagine a cross between Helen Liddell and a hefty kick square in the nuts, only not as much fun. She becomes shadow Minister for the nation's Health and Wellbeing, and could instantly improve both by setting fire to herself on the Royal Mile before walking out in front of traffic.
Actually, my Athenian friend really isn't a fan: he obviously doesn't regard La Curran as a latter-day Wendy, that's for sure.
I'm not too sad about that; yes, I would have liked la Curran to lead Scottish Labour to electoral limbo, but sending her to Westminster at least gets her off my fucking TV screen. Given the inchoate fury she arouses every time I hear her screeching, nasal whine on Newsnight, the spiralling blood pressure at the very sight of her Gorgon's face, my general wellbeing will be much improved for her leaving the cut and thrust of Holyrood for a seat on the Government backbenches. I wouldn't be surprised if she secures a minor bag-carrying job at the next reshuffle; not through merit, clearly (ha!), but be
Mind you, anyone who has read the entries of the impecunious Greek with any regularity will not be surprised at Guido's story, for they will be aware that this is not the first time that La Curran has told a porkie or two during this by-election. In fact, La Curran told a big, fat, stinking lie on her very first outing as a candidate.
What's this in the Herald?Margaret Curran, Labour's candidate in the Glasgow East by-election, was yesterday forced to clarify a claim she had lived in the east end "all my life" after it emerged she has lived in an affluent part of the south side of the city for the past 20 years.
The Glasgow Baillieston MSP angrily denied allegations that she had misled voters, although an aide later conceded she may have made a "slip of the tongue".
During her first public outing as an official candidate in Shettleston on Tuesday, Ms Curran said: "I have worked in the east end all my life. I have lived in the east end all my life."
However, she claimed that this meant she had "either" lived or worked in the east end.
The first example is an important lie, because it will leave millions of people worse off - again - at a time when many are struggling to pay bills. The second, by contrast, is a piddling, childish little falsehood. But they are both symptomatic of a wider malaise; the belief that they can simply tell us anything and get away with it.
When will people cotton on to the fact that these people are liars? That untruth is the default position?
Those who read our rantings will have been aware of this: but given that even I am occasionally taken aback by the sheer brass-neck of these mendacious bastards, I doubt that the general public will be as fully informed. And perhaps we should not tell them; it would be like telling a small child that not only does Santa Claus not exist, but there are no presents this year and, by the way, the Easter Bunny's a cunt.
For many, I suspect that the level to which these politicos will lie in order to hold onto power will come as something of a rude awakening—a bit like opening your eyes after a good night's sleep to find John Prescott squatting over you, his trousers around his ankles, farting into your face.
Guido points out, here is the real war hero. He is a man named John Hipson.
As Guido also points out, La Curran was evidently so very pleased, proud and privileged to meet Mr Hipson that she couldn't remember either his name or what he looked like. Which is, I think you'll agree, really rather sad. Still, never mind, Margaret: better luck next time, eh?
On the other hand, La Curran is right in one respect...
Having met Mr Hipson today, I am reminded we owe it to people like him to use our democratic right to vote.
However, I would point out that if you believe in the values of freedom and liberty—the right to a fair trial, innocent until proven guilty, habeas corpus and suchlike—that Mr Hipson fought for, then you should vote: just don't vote for the corrupt, authoritarian, morally bankrupt NuLabour. If you wish to honour Mr Hipson, don't vote for La Curran, for she represents all that he fought against.
UPDATE 2: if I were in any way charitably disposed towards La Curran, I would, of course, have outlined what I thought was probably the most likely explanation: that is, that someone who didn't know who the photos were of, simply made a mistake on the updating of the site.
And sure enough, a source has emailed me that...
... apparently she's learned the hard way that it never a good idea to leave the office junior with a bunch of general guff about meeting a war hero and a memory stick with a few photos on and let them update the campaign website on their own initiative.
Basically, some young twat of a party worker got given a rough outline of what Curran wanted and was handed a memory stick with a load of photos on and decided that the article must have been about McGuinness because he was only old codger pictured with a medal.
Yes, it really is that fucking stupid, although you should know better than to suggest it was a deliberate act of passing off as that implies a wholly unmerited measure of competence.
Quite so. I hang my head in shame because, actually, as someone who has had to put billions of photos into print brochures over the years, the idiot with the pen-drive solution had occurred to me.
I guess that I am just jaundiced in my view of politicians. I wonder why...