HERE at the 'schmoo safe house' the current security threat level has been SEVERE ever since the wicked Brownshirt 'coup-de brown' against Prime Minister Tony Blair.
Blair is being forced out of office by Browns 'Hard Labour' milita, despite winning the last three general elections.
You can tell the 'Tyranter in Waiting' Gordon Brown is about to take over - the birds have stopped singing in Whitehall.
The tragedy is that if Brown was not so psychologically flawed and in need of therapy, we would still have the Best Prime Minister In British History - Tony Blair.
Instead somehow we have allowed a self obsessed, total nut case, to take over the country. We can expect the current threat level to go to DESPERATE any time soon, as the so called 'Brown Bounce' turns into Bumble, Bubble and Squeak - and then a Tory Government if we don't get rid of him ASP (which does not seem possible).
Still there is one hope for New Labour and the British people - Gordon Brown is almost as fat and unhealthy looking as John Smith - so he could drop dead at any minute.
Hopefully all the above is 100% wrong, and Gordon Brown really is what he does not seem to be - a decent, honest politician. Yes, and if they are brown, pigs can fly.
At the moment it looks like 'New Labour' is over - and now it's just going to be 'Hard Labour' with Brown.
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GORDON BROWN SHIRT
Quite frankly, I think Gordon Brown ought to feel embarrassed by taking over from Tony Blair. And therefore actually refuse to. The fact that he’s going for it, and rather delights in going for it, shows you how little dignity he has, as a man and as a politician. To get there, to the numero-uno chair after all these years in waiting, only because the chap of whom he has been dead envious from the start finally decides to throw him a bone by stepping aside shortly before the party they’ve been mutually misleading is about to enter the final turn leading to the home stretch...how humiliating!
If Gordon had any pride (though yeah, what’s to be proud of?), he’d be content to continue as Chancellor of the Exchequer and later rest on those laurels, dubious though they may be. Despite some vague ideological resemblances between the bloke currently occupying No. 11 Downing Street and his fictional counterpart in the television drama The Girl in the Café (starring Bill Nighy as the Chancellor’s numbers-cruncher), it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to conclude that two years as PM are ludicrously insufficient to knock even a superficial dent in the disastrous world-poverty situation with which we are presently faced.
Yes, two years. Seeing as how the main raison d’etre motivating Tony’s premature exit is to ensure that it’s Gordon and not him who will be biting the bullet of defeat come the general election. To make any kind of mark, and in particular a potentially election-winning one, as top Cabinet dog, GB would need to do something(s) truly, and spectacularly, significant. Such as immediately withdrawing all British troops from Iraq and/or going to Washington for the express purpose of pissing on the White House lawn, in public. Anything short of that (or probably even with it) and you can safely bet everybody’s boots on voters, when they next get the chance, sweeping the whole New Labour charade into the political dustbin where it rightly belongs.
How would I vote? Were I not both an American citizen who isn’t eligible (or perhaps you prefer ‘entitled’) to cast ballots in the U.K. and a bona fide outsider who never votes period (it only encourages them, right?). No two ways, bring back the Tories. With Thatcher long gone, how much more badly can they rankle in my left-leaning liberal anarchist guts (or fuck up the country; a country in which I have lived, by the way) than the neo-conservative charlatans masquerading as Labourites who are in power now? Hardly at all, I reckon.
And who as Prime Minister? Why Boris Johnson, of course! Let the rollicking good times roll. What Britain needs is to laugh. As opposed to being (thanks in great part to that asinine ‘special relationship’ with America under ‘dem der’ Bushtown Rats) the laughing stock of the international community.
As for ol’ Gordon, fugitive refugee from a ‘soon to be liberated Scotland’ that he is: enjoy your 15+ minutes of paltry fame while they last, buddy. Having made the wrong choice for your future and ours, you don’t deserve anything better.
WOODSTOCK JONES
Amsterdam
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