Being Thick Is A Bonus When You Apply To Become A Tory MP

Moscow Called Him A Clown.

Before Boris Johnson was Foreign Secretary, he warned that if Turkey entered the EU, 78million people would flee its borders, but now backs that country joining it.
His maiden speech urged people to march on Russia’s London Embassy in protest at Syrian air strikes.
Moscow called him a clown.

And he accused EU leaders of sharing Hitler’s dream of creating a European super-state.
Talking of which, he was the chief peddler of the lie that Britain would be £350million a week better off once we left the EU.
Now that it turns out we’ll have to pay a £50billion divorce bill, not a peep is heard from him.

A bill not helped by Johnson telling Brussels he wanted to have his cake and eat it in a trade deal, and they could “go whistle” for their billions.
Most damning of all were claims this week that Foreign Office officials told the Irish Government “not to listen to whatever he had to say” ahead of a recent visit to Dublin.
This is the UK’s Foreign Secretary we’re talking about.
( Brian Reade, 02.12.2017 )

She Cared Not The Slightest Jot For Others Less Fortunate Than Herself.

I visited a place in Madrid last weekend named after Britain’s other woman Prime Minister, and was pleased to see what Plaza Margaret Thatcher had become, a bare, graffiti-painted brutalised concrete square which has fallen into austerity-driven neglect.
The only building in the plaza , named by right-wing Spanish politicians to annoy the left, is a disused bank which is now a squatter’s hostel.

And in one corner stands a mini-cardboard city where the young, homeless locals huddle.
Maybe not what the Iron Lady would have thought her legacy demanded, but what it deserved, for believing there was no such thing as society.
If you’re ever in Madrid, go and look at the perfect epitaph for a life that cared not the slightest jot for others less fortunate than herself.
( Brian Reade, 02.12.2017 )

Nothing made me howl louder than David Beckham’s safely nurtured angelic image being shattered after leaked emails showed he’d grovelled around the Queen angling for a knighthood, slagged off Katherine Jenkins for being ahead of him in the queue and called the Honours Committee a “bunch of c***s” for overlooking him.
( Brian Reade, 30.12.2017 )

Holidaymakers Are Being Ripped Off.

Consumers are being taken for a ride by “must end soon” holiday offers.
Which? tracked the prices on time-limited offers and found the same breaks cost the same or less in 16 out of 30 cases after the deadline passed.
Virgin offered one Florida holiday at £792 if booked by August 17 but it dropped to just £677 on August 18.
Rory Boland, of Which?, said: “Most of the time-limited deals we looked at are nothing of the sort. Don’t be fooled.”
( Ruki Sayid, 30.12.2017 )

Farage Declared That Fighting For Brexit Had Left Him Skint.

One of the many bugbears of right-wingers is poverty figures.
You’ve heard them whine about liberal ignorance whenever reports come out saying millions live on the breadline.
Poverty, they say, is when you have no shoes or gruel, not when you can’t afford a plasma TV and a Happy Meal.

And they may have a point.
Or rather they may have had a point.
Until the Right’s poster boy for living in the past, Nigel Farage, declared that fighting for Brexit had left him “skint”.

His definition of skint being a £90,000 salary as an MEP, a five-figure salary as a radio presenter, a shares portfolio, a £4million house in Chelsea and the prospect of a pension from those nasty Europeans worth £73,000 per year.
Never let them decry the concept of poverty again.
( Brian Reade, 23.12.2017 )

With another £50billion found for Brexit, is May’s magic money tree the most bountiful tree in the entire history of trees?
( Brian Reade, 02.12.2017 )

Being Thick Is A Bonus When You Apply To Become A Tory MP.

I’m A Celebrity winner Georgia Toffolo says that although she is a staunch Tory supporter, she couldn’t become an MP because “I’m nowhere near intelligent enough”.
Oh I don’t know about that, me old Toff.
Take Nadine Dorries, the Tory MP who entered the jungle five years before you, who’s not exactly pushing for MENSA recognition.

Last month she praised the DUP for their genius in bringing about the Good Friday Agreement, despite them refusing to take part in negotiations.
And this month she called for the deselection of the eleven Tory Brexit rebels on grounds of disloyalty.

Despite her voting against her party leadership 43 times, being suspended from the House for entering the jungle and bragging that she’s “an expert at rebelling”.
If Dorries is anything to go by, being thick is a bonus when you apply to become a Tory MP.
( Brian Reade, 23.12.2017 )

A Vague Promise Of Jam Tomorrow For Nurses.

“This is a budget for the future,” smirked Chancellor Philip Hammond.
Yes, but whose?
His own, of course.
Hardline Tory Brexit MPs want him out, but he did just about enough to keep his place round the Cabinet table.
For now.

“A very good job,” gushed Mrs May.
At saving his own skin, for sure.
The euphoria won’t last when voters grasp his do-nothing budget was more important for what it didn’t say than what it did say.
He said nothing about the plight of pensioners.
Not a word, a scandalous omission.

Nothing about ending wage austerity for millions of dedicated public service workers, except a vague promise of jam tomorrow for nurses.
He was silent about the cap on energy prices promised in the Tory election manifesto only six months ago, despite shock new figures of surging premature winter deaths of old folk.

Billions for Brexit without a deal, but no relief for hard-pressed social care providers, or the elderly and vulnerable who rely on their services.
Spreadshit Phil may have pulled the wool over the eyes of his Tory pals with an hour of flannel and borrowed funnies.
The MPs are easily taken in.
( Paul Routledge, 25.11.2017 )