Showing posts with label Lynton Crosby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lynton Crosby. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Midweek Mélange

It won't stop them trying to blame Thatcher on the SNP, but it's nice to know the truth.
Right. So 105 years later... and the House of Lords is still there!
How's that working out?
Well, you won't be able to until we are independent, but you could help the Labour party fulfil their promise, if a little late...
Bizarre that there are so many Labour MPs decrying this budget, when Ed wouldn't change it at all...
As usual, nail hit firmly on the head.
Don't worry Rachel. We know that you metropolitan lot can't be annoyed with the unemployed.
Lynton Crosby or John McTernan. I get them mixed up.
Somebody tell Jim Murphy that this man existed?
Mark yourselves out of 100.
Poor old posh Ed.
|We know this. They know this. But they cling to the idea that the 'Great' in Great Britain means something other than
simply 'Large' by comparison to Bretagne (Brittany).
So how can this non legal entity be a separate party with its own leader and different patriotic Scottish policies
when it cannot even be sued for wrongful dismissal?
Isn't it funny...?
When will we see Tory Threat...? far far more worrying.
Amazingly, as they feel so strongly about it
they are going to make them illegal.
David Cameron is reported in the Daily Telegraph to have told friends he regards SNP leader Alex Salmond as "bagged, stuffed and mounted on my wall".  Might have been a tad premature.

Saturday, 27 July 2013

SATURDAY SNAPS

Before we get on to the snaps, I'd like to draw your attention to a new publication by our own (our very own) Pa Broon. To raise more money for his Scout troop, Pa has written an account of  a short break on Arran, called quite appropriately, "On Arran". (Sample here).

If you enjoyed the "Great Glen Way", you'll like this too. I could read this guy's stuff all night. He never fails to make me laugh with his crisp dry humour and self deprecating style. It's only £2.03, and for a brilliant cause.
Dear Lynton...such an asset
...to cigarette companies
Nah...you must have it wrong. Alistair says its nearly finished... and he knows all about being nearly finished
Except you'd have Ed's irritating voice instead of Eton Boy's
Oh well...locust are nice deep fried...they say
Make up your mind Alistair. Hmmm "mind"
As we have always said
And that's not all you got away with, is it?
Generous George, everything' a bargain... not!

Ain't it true?
That explains a lot of the dodgy arithmetic
Westminster's priorities are...Westminster
You can't help wishing they would, as the Fench say "accorder leurs violins"
BE THERE...
...OR BE SQUARE!

Sunday, 21 July 2013

THIS WILL BE A GOOD TIME TO HIDE BAD NEWS (AND FOR CAMERON TO ESCAPE THE LYNTON CROSBY EFFECT)

I've just read John Humphries' column over at Yougov on the subject of THE baby, which, I read, is due at any time now. 

Apparently the Indian population is more interested in the fact that a monarch will be born than the Brits are. Humphries asks what the public thinks of the child and its future...and at the time when I read the piece, there were no responses!.

So, I'm in the majority...it's all a matter of indifference to me too. 

And no matter what any of us thinks, these people will do what they have done for centuries...live high on the hog at our expense.

There will, of course be rejoicing up and down the land. 

We will know about this because Mr Cameron will tell us that there is, and in case he looks as if he's being a bit socialist and egalitarian, Mr Miliband will echo his feelings...then Cleggy will say something about it too in case it looks like he's not been thought important enough to have an opinion. 

Even our own First Minister Alex Salmond will say something nice about the baby as I'm sure will other heads of government over the British Isles and the Commonwealth and the world.

It will receive presents from presidents, kings, dictators and murderers and tyrants, (friends of its grandfather and great grandmother), and it will receive presents from poor people who can barely afford to eat.

In the meantime more people will be thrown on the street because we can't afford to build enough houses of the right kind for them, and the ideologically driven UK government thinks it can get more votes from the right wing leaning southern English public by making fok homeless rather than finding them suitable accommodation; NHS England, which has just spent a billion pounds getting itself ready for sale (under the strangest choice for a cabinet minister in the history of cabinet ministers), will sink farther into a mire of uncaring, money grubbing incompetence; education will become even less effective and more expensive in most of the UK; more people will die of lung cancer because the tobacco companies own the government (or at least its advisor); and the railways will fall farther behind those of small African dictatorships for want of proper management and the armed forces will be left without proper rations and equipment in order to save money although we shall still have a nuclear deterrent and more admirals than boats.

Such is life in Britain. Fur coat and no knickers. 

(It's a thought though that the Tories, who are so against immigration of any kind, have had to bring in an Australian to advise them on how to get reelected and a Canadian to run their banking. The usual measure for allowing non EU citizens into the country to work is that there is no one else that can do the job. A sad reflection on education here then.)