Wednesday, 6 January 2010

Labour Can't Even Do A Putsch On Themselves

Geoff 'Hoon' Cunt and Patricia Hewitt decided, the day after electioneering started, to have yet another crack at ousting Gordon Brown.

Given the last few attempts have failed, mainly due to Labour having less collective spine than a colony of nematodes, what on earth made them think this time round was going be the charm I don't know. More people are concerned about the weather, had they waited a couple of weeks they may have stood a chance of getting some support from the general public, but now?

As for Browns supporters, whining away - what the fuck did they expect? Brown has risen to the role of PM via threats, bullying and smear campaigns. Did he, and they, honestly think resentful targets of that nastiness wouldn't be waiting for a chance to slip a knife in? Did they think they'd just sit with their thumbs up their arses humming happy tunes?

Browns a divisive presence in the Labour party, and whatever he's like in private, as a leader he's about as warming as the weather outside, as skilled a media presence as Gary Glitter and about as competent as Mr Bean. He rules by clunking fear rather than skilled charm.

In short, Gordon Brown is politics very own Arnold Judas Rimmer.

Even if he survives this challenge and wins the election, there'll be other political assassins waiting in the wings. He collects enemies indiscriminately, and the reek of failure clings to him like a second skin - ever since he orchestrated Blair's removal the clocks been ticking on his premiership, it's been a third rate production of 'Macbeth', Macberk anyone? And Dunsinane woods is slowly on the march...

The irony is that if Labour didn't have such a ridiculously locked down leadership - a reflection of their centralist, overbearing and authoritarian attitude - they'd have rid by now. But a system designed to protect the Labour leadership from challenges has instead ensured a slow lingering death of Browns position, this protracted death-by-inches can only destroy their popularity further. Pillocks.

3 comments:

  1. "this protracted death-by-inches can only destroy their popularity further"

    I'll fucking drink to that! :o)
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  2. I would agree, but after seeing what happened with an unchallenged Labour party in power, I'm somewhat leery of what an unchallenged Cameroon Tory party would do...

    Seeing Labour get fucked would be a joy, but not at the price of us getting more fucked by Blair2.0!
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  3. MacBreath. Act 1.

    The witches.

    Dither, dither,
    Soil the sphincter.
    Dossiers burn and core base wither.
    Eye of Manse and wing of bat
    When shall we three hear from Hat?

    {witch 1} Smith: When the truth is veiled
    {witch 2} Flint: When the MPs have bailed
    {witch 3} Blears: When she knows the plot has failed.

    Then when the cauldron’s potions boil
    Hattie tells the Beeb she’s loyal,
    Standing at the leader’s side,
    But even he, he knows she lied.

    When shall we three meet again?
    The next plotting time is when?
    Hmm, lets see, the diary page doth say..
    The next coup date is 7th of May…
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