A Sorry State Of Affairs.

Son of the manse eh? Brown bounce is it? Well count me out thank you very much. As once Great Britain is gripped, yet again, with alarming sycophancy combined with tabloid driven mental illness, lets just look at the facts here. What has our new model leader promised us exactly? Any answers to the Iraq fiasco? No! An end to the egregious, cripplingly expensive, potentially monumentally catastrophic and frankly completely useless ID cards? No!! An end to Mrs Balls' ludicrously expensive, half-arsed, namby-pamby, tree-hugger friendly, HIPs, (Hopeless Information Packs)? No!!! ( Can't possibly upset Ballsy.) Oh we'll think about changing the classification of cannabis again as if it makes a difference either way, and we'll get rid of that crap super casino that nobody wanted anyway, Oh thats all the mess of the last 10 years dealt with then, just time for a few pathetic stunts like looking all stand offish when standing next to the Clown from Connecticut, (or Bush the Baboon,) and trundling off on holiday to Weymouth in a fit of (faux) greenery. Just do us a favour Gordy, next year sod off to your usual Cape Cod haunt and leave Dorset for the real people (and Oliver Letwin). It's not as if one more flight is going to make any difference, especially if the plane was going anyway. Still the holidays didn't last since Uncle Gord was heading back to take control of the latest foot and mouth outbreak, doesn't know the front end of a cow from the back but still it gives the impression of control,except that a little more control in the first place would have prevented the fiasco.

Exactly why Braun has become Chancellor of the Reich is an interesting question anyway. Apparently back in 1994 after John Smiths unexpected demise, our exalted former leader Blair the tight trousered,had a bit of trouble believing he was a shoe in for the job of "Prime Minister In Waiting, The Government Are So Poor You Only Have To Show Up And You'll Win." that he invited the dour Shadow Chancellor for din-dins at some dreadful sounding Islington restaurant and struck a deal to get Jock Broon on board in exchange for handing over the leadership after a few years when He'd had enough. Presumably just in case the party got cold feet and decided to hand the hapless tories a lifeline. So He's not wanted in England, He's not wanted in Scotland, from what I can gather the majority of his party can't stand him (but they're such a bunch of spineless, useless lickspittles nobody had the guts to stand up to him,) so we're stuck with him and his insincere smile so that those who failed in their duty can keep their "jobs", telling us what to do, pontificating, patronising and coming up with witless crackpot schemes to make our lives an abject misery. Oh yes, and if you have had your fill of this lunatic asylum and feel the need to spend a little time in a more reasoned gentle environment, There will always be some ludicrous NL clone, probably with a name like Millibland, jabbing their rotten fingers at you for having the temerity to mess up the planet by taking a cheap flight, ( never mind what China, India, and our best buddies the USA are doing).
A Sorry State Of Affairs will be continued, I also intend to profile as many of the half-wits foisted upon us by Blitler and Broonski as possible in the coming weeks.