Lord Mandelson what a joke, what an affront this man is. Twice forced to resign from government, always at the forefront of having 'businessmen friends' who will offer freebies or loans with no questions asked.
Then Brown lets this man back in, and it was an obvious nose thumbing to the British voter. Lets make no bones about it, Mandelson has been set up for life. He will get more that a pensioner gets in a week on a daily basis just for signing in to the Lords. This man is the puppet master of Labour and the government, therefore he is the most dangerous man in Britain.
I personally see Mandelson as a criminal who has managed to avoid prison, how I don't know, but I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him and as he makes sure no one can get close to him there is no chance of that ever happening.
Oh I'm sure he can be suave and charming, but then I'm sure a funnel web spider, a pit viper or a dung beetle could be just as charming and suave given the chance. If the country votes to keep Labour in then this puppet master will continue to manipulate lie and cheat.
The day Mandelson was made a Lord was the day that, common sense, morality and honesty were shut out when the doors to the Lords were shut, letting him in. All I can hope is that this nasty, devious, odorous, piece of high class rubbish experiences something extremely painful in his life, like a long lingering death in severe pain.
He is the worst thing this country has produced, worse than Bliar, worse than a paedophile, he is so low he takes tea with Lucifer himself.
Showing posts with label Mandelson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mandelson. Show all posts
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Do You Trust Any of Them?
When you see the latest efforts by Brown and Cameron playing on the heart strings, would you really base your vote on this blatant woe is me appeal?
Then we have that most disgusting of unelected morons, MANDELSON now claiming that the Euro is a great idea and we should subscribe to it even though Greece is doing its best to bankrupt it.
More and more our political scene is descending into a morass of self pity with MP's who have been caught out in the expenses scandal trying to get away from paying back anything at all, and still claiming that they were obeying the rules, then you have the Kirkbrides who are now after huge paying position with companies, he has got a £100,000 pa job as a lobbyist and she is after the same.
I have said it so often that it is becoming boring to many, but this country will never recover by continuing down the path that we are on. We need a complete closure of Parliament, whether by revolution or by agreement, all MP's need to stand down including the illustrious party leaders and new rules need to be written then and only then should we restart with a new election.
Rules should include a decent wage with no expenses, but MP's must attend Parliament on a regular basis and only have 6 weeks holiday a year. When Parliament is shut they should attend in the constituencies. Spin Doctors, even those disguised as aides should be barred, as should quangos as a waste of money and time.
MP's should have to pay for their own team out of their own salary, that will reduce the amount of people each can employ and no party should be allowed to indiscriminately employ people so we should see the demise of people like Campbell whose role should be severely restricted.
No unelected person should be allowed to work in government at high level, getting rid of the likes of Mandelson and each Prime Minister should be elected by the people, stopping people like Brown automatically taking over, if a Prime Minister wishes to step down this should automatically generate a general election.
These are very simple very basic rules which govern they way our country is run, at the moment all we have are despots and media mongers and those who are unelected running or ruining the country. If found to have lied or deceiving the country even a Prime Minister should be stripped of their right to stand in an election and should immediately leave Parliament stopping the likes of the BLIAR fiasco again.
Then we have that most disgusting of unelected morons, MANDELSON now claiming that the Euro is a great idea and we should subscribe to it even though Greece is doing its best to bankrupt it.
More and more our political scene is descending into a morass of self pity with MP's who have been caught out in the expenses scandal trying to get away from paying back anything at all, and still claiming that they were obeying the rules, then you have the Kirkbrides who are now after huge paying position with companies, he has got a £100,000 pa job as a lobbyist and she is after the same.
I have said it so often that it is becoming boring to many, but this country will never recover by continuing down the path that we are on. We need a complete closure of Parliament, whether by revolution or by agreement, all MP's need to stand down including the illustrious party leaders and new rules need to be written then and only then should we restart with a new election.
Rules should include a decent wage with no expenses, but MP's must attend Parliament on a regular basis and only have 6 weeks holiday a year. When Parliament is shut they should attend in the constituencies. Spin Doctors, even those disguised as aides should be barred, as should quangos as a waste of money and time.
MP's should have to pay for their own team out of their own salary, that will reduce the amount of people each can employ and no party should be allowed to indiscriminately employ people so we should see the demise of people like Campbell whose role should be severely restricted.
No unelected person should be allowed to work in government at high level, getting rid of the likes of Mandelson and each Prime Minister should be elected by the people, stopping people like Brown automatically taking over, if a Prime Minister wishes to step down this should automatically generate a general election.
These are very simple very basic rules which govern they way our country is run, at the moment all we have are despots and media mongers and those who are unelected running or ruining the country. If found to have lied or deceiving the country even a Prime Minister should be stripped of their right to stand in an election and should immediately leave Parliament stopping the likes of the BLIAR fiasco again.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Jeremy Clarkson
Jeremy Clarkson wrote this in the Sunday Times on 8th November 2009 and it needs to be read by everyone as it was pulled by the Times, possibly at the request of that useless disgraced piece of doggy do that the piece was written about, here it is in all its glory for everyone to enjoy.
Jeremy Clarkson - Sunday Times 8/11/09
I've given the matter a great deal of thought all week, and I'm afraid I've decided that it's no good putting Peter Mandelson in a prison. I'm afraid he will have to be tied to the front of a van and driven round the country until he isn't alive any more.
He announced last week that middle-class children will simply not be allowed into the country's top universities even if they have 4,000 A-levels, because all the places will be taken by Albanians and guillemots and whatever other stupid bandwagon the conniving idiot has leapt on.
I hate Peter Mandelson. I hate his fondness for extremely pale blue jeans and I hate that preposterous moustache he used to sport in the days when he didn't bother trying to cover up his left-wing fanaticism. I hate the way he quite literally lords it over us even though he's resigned in disgrace twice, and now holds an important decision-making job for which he was not elected. Mostly, though, I hate him because his one-man war on the bright and the witty and the successful means that half my friends now seem to be taking leave of their senses.
There's talk of emigration in the air. It's everywhere I go. Parties. Work. In the supermarket. My daughter is working herself half to death to get good grades at GSCE and can't see the point because she won't be going to university, because she doesn't have a beak or flippers or a qualification in washing windscreens at the lights. She wonders, often, why we don't live in America .
Then you have the chaps and chapesses who can't stand the constant raids on their wallets and their privacy. They can't understand why they are taxed at 50% on their income and then taxed again for driving into the nation's capital. They can't understand what happened to the hunt for the weapons of mass destruction. They can't understand anything. They see the Highway Wombles in those brand new 4x4s that they paid for, and they see the M4 bus lane and they see the speed cameras and the community support officers and they see the Albanians stealing their wheelbarrows and nothing can be done because it's racist.
And they see Alistair Darling handing over £4,350 of their money to not sort out the banking crisis that he doesn't understand because he's a small-town solicitor, and they see the stupid war on drugs and the war on drink and the war on smoking and the war on hunting and the war on fun and the war on scientists and the obsession with the climate and the price of train fares soaring past £1,000 and the Guardian power-brokers getting uppity about one shot baboon and not uppity at all about all the dead soldiers in Afghanistan, and how they got rid of Blair only to find the lying twerp is now going to come back even more powerful than ever, and they think, "I've had enough of this. I'm off."
It's a lovely idea, to get out of this stupid, Fairtrade, Brown-stained, Mandelson-skewed, equal-opportunities, multicultural, carbon-neutral, trendily left, regionally assembled, big-government, trilingual, mosque-drenched, all-the-pigs-are-equal, property-is-theft hellhole and set up shop somewhere else. But where?
You can't go to France because you need to complete 17 forms in triplicate every time you want to build a greenhouse, and you can't go to Switzerland because you will be reported to your neighbours by the police and subsequently shot in the head if you don't sweep your lawn properly, and you can't go to Italy because you'll soon tire of waking up in the morning to find a horse's head in your bed because you forgot to give a man called Don a bundle of used notes for "organising" a plumber.
You can't go to Australia because it's full of things that will eat you, you can't go to New Zealand because they don't accept anyone who is more than 40 and you can't go to Monte Carlo because they don't accept anyone who has less than 40 mill. And you can't go to Spain because you're not called Del and you weren't involved in the Walthamstow blag. And you
can't go to Germany ... because you just can't.
The Caribbean sounds tempting, but there is no work, which means that one day, whether you like it or not, you'll end up like all the other expats, with a nose like a burst beetroot, wondering if it's okay to have a small sharpener at 10 in the morning. And, as I keep explaining to my daughter, we can't go to America because if you catch a cold over there, the health system is designed in such a way that you end up without a house. Or dead.
Canada's full of people pretending to be French, South Africa's too risky, Russia's worse and everywhere else is too full of snow, too full of flies or too full of people who want to cut your head off on the internet. So you can dream all you like about upping sticks and moving to a country that doesn't help itself to half of everything you earn and then spend the money it gets on bus lanes and advertisements about the dangers of salt.
But wherever you go you'll wind up an alcoholic or dead or bored or in a cellar, in an orange jumpsuit, gently wetting yourself on the web. All of these things are worse than being persecuted for eating a sandwich at the wheel.
I see no reason to be miserable. Yes, Britain now is worse than it's been for decades, but the lunatics who've made it so ghastly are on their way out. Soon, they will be back in Hackney with their South African nuclear-free peace polenta. And instead the show will be run by a bloke whose dad has a wallpaper shop and possibly, terrifyingly, a twerp in Belgium whose fruitless game of hunt-the-WMD has netted him £15m on the lecture circuit.
So actually I do see a reason to be miserable. Which is why I think it's a good idea to tie Peter Mandelson to a van. Such an act would be cruel and barbaric and inhuman. But it would at least cheer everyone up a bit.
Jeremy Clarkson - Sunday Times 8/11/09
I've given the matter a great deal of thought all week, and I'm afraid I've decided that it's no good putting Peter Mandelson in a prison. I'm afraid he will have to be tied to the front of a van and driven round the country until he isn't alive any more.
He announced last week that middle-class children will simply not be allowed into the country's top universities even if they have 4,000 A-levels, because all the places will be taken by Albanians and guillemots and whatever other stupid bandwagon the conniving idiot has leapt on.
I hate Peter Mandelson. I hate his fondness for extremely pale blue jeans and I hate that preposterous moustache he used to sport in the days when he didn't bother trying to cover up his left-wing fanaticism. I hate the way he quite literally lords it over us even though he's resigned in disgrace twice, and now holds an important decision-making job for which he was not elected. Mostly, though, I hate him because his one-man war on the bright and the witty and the successful means that half my friends now seem to be taking leave of their senses.
There's talk of emigration in the air. It's everywhere I go. Parties. Work. In the supermarket. My daughter is working herself half to death to get good grades at GSCE and can't see the point because she won't be going to university, because she doesn't have a beak or flippers or a qualification in washing windscreens at the lights. She wonders, often, why we don't live in America .
Then you have the chaps and chapesses who can't stand the constant raids on their wallets and their privacy. They can't understand why they are taxed at 50% on their income and then taxed again for driving into the nation's capital. They can't understand what happened to the hunt for the weapons of mass destruction. They can't understand anything. They see the Highway Wombles in those brand new 4x4s that they paid for, and they see the M4 bus lane and they see the speed cameras and the community support officers and they see the Albanians stealing their wheelbarrows and nothing can be done because it's racist.
And they see Alistair Darling handing over £4,350 of their money to not sort out the banking crisis that he doesn't understand because he's a small-town solicitor, and they see the stupid war on drugs and the war on drink and the war on smoking and the war on hunting and the war on fun and the war on scientists and the obsession with the climate and the price of train fares soaring past £1,000 and the Guardian power-brokers getting uppity about one shot baboon and not uppity at all about all the dead soldiers in Afghanistan, and how they got rid of Blair only to find the lying twerp is now going to come back even more powerful than ever, and they think, "I've had enough of this. I'm off."
It's a lovely idea, to get out of this stupid, Fairtrade, Brown-stained, Mandelson-skewed, equal-opportunities, multicultural, carbon-neutral, trendily left, regionally assembled, big-government, trilingual, mosque-drenched, all-the-pigs-are-equal, property-is-theft hellhole and set up shop somewhere else. But where?
You can't go to France because you need to complete 17 forms in triplicate every time you want to build a greenhouse, and you can't go to Switzerland because you will be reported to your neighbours by the police and subsequently shot in the head if you don't sweep your lawn properly, and you can't go to Italy because you'll soon tire of waking up in the morning to find a horse's head in your bed because you forgot to give a man called Don a bundle of used notes for "organising" a plumber.
You can't go to Australia because it's full of things that will eat you, you can't go to New Zealand because they don't accept anyone who is more than 40 and you can't go to Monte Carlo because they don't accept anyone who has less than 40 mill. And you can't go to Spain because you're not called Del and you weren't involved in the Walthamstow blag. And you
can't go to Germany ... because you just can't.
The Caribbean sounds tempting, but there is no work, which means that one day, whether you like it or not, you'll end up like all the other expats, with a nose like a burst beetroot, wondering if it's okay to have a small sharpener at 10 in the morning. And, as I keep explaining to my daughter, we can't go to America because if you catch a cold over there, the health system is designed in such a way that you end up without a house. Or dead.
Canada's full of people pretending to be French, South Africa's too risky, Russia's worse and everywhere else is too full of snow, too full of flies or too full of people who want to cut your head off on the internet. So you can dream all you like about upping sticks and moving to a country that doesn't help itself to half of everything you earn and then spend the money it gets on bus lanes and advertisements about the dangers of salt.
But wherever you go you'll wind up an alcoholic or dead or bored or in a cellar, in an orange jumpsuit, gently wetting yourself on the web. All of these things are worse than being persecuted for eating a sandwich at the wheel.
I see no reason to be miserable. Yes, Britain now is worse than it's been for decades, but the lunatics who've made it so ghastly are on their way out. Soon, they will be back in Hackney with their South African nuclear-free peace polenta. And instead the show will be run by a bloke whose dad has a wallpaper shop and possibly, terrifyingly, a twerp in Belgium whose fruitless game of hunt-the-WMD has netted him £15m on the lecture circuit.
So actually I do see a reason to be miserable. Which is why I think it's a good idea to tie Peter Mandelson to a van. Such an act would be cruel and barbaric and inhuman. But it would at least cheer everyone up a bit.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Lets Start Talking Revolution
Why are we so scared to have a revolution?
This country is wracked with corrupt MP’s who don’t think they have done anything wrong, and still can’t understand why the voters are angry with their lack of morals.
We have Meddlesome Mandelson, an unelected Member of Parliament who has, at the very least, some questionable morals, yet he is back in a position of power which he has abused enough in the past to have had to resign. Yet again he has been embroiled in conflict with who he mixes with, is it any surprise that he wants to tackle illegal downloads, look at who he has been mixing with lately, coincidence, this man is the master of coincidences.
We have Brown and Milliband singing the praises of Blair and presenting him strongly as THE MAN to lead Europe, the same man who told lies to start a war which cost thousands of lives, he has blood on his hands, is this the right man to lead a superstate?
Brown has made a complete mess of our country and is still in denial, he too is another liar who seems to have invisible strings as he suddenly decided to revoke the promise of holding a vote on the Treaty of Lisbon, now we are being dragged into something that many feel is wrong, we are giving up our freedom and sovereignty to be ruled by faceless uncaring bureaucrats from Brussels.
The Tories do not offer much hope, just the same old, same old. NuLabour in all but name. So do we deserve a revolution, bet your life we do, it is the only way for this country to really get a grip and start again. We do not need the same old rules that have been broken and breached, we don’t need politicians like Blair, Brown, Mandelson and Milliband, we need real people with purpose and more importantly morals.
Lets get writing on the net, lets get out there and preach the blessing of revolution, hopefully in a few years something will change with new rules new politicians with new values and a new country to once again be proud of.
This country is wracked with corrupt MP’s who don’t think they have done anything wrong, and still can’t understand why the voters are angry with their lack of morals.
We have Meddlesome Mandelson, an unelected Member of Parliament who has, at the very least, some questionable morals, yet he is back in a position of power which he has abused enough in the past to have had to resign. Yet again he has been embroiled in conflict with who he mixes with, is it any surprise that he wants to tackle illegal downloads, look at who he has been mixing with lately, coincidence, this man is the master of coincidences.
We have Brown and Milliband singing the praises of Blair and presenting him strongly as THE MAN to lead Europe, the same man who told lies to start a war which cost thousands of lives, he has blood on his hands, is this the right man to lead a superstate?
Brown has made a complete mess of our country and is still in denial, he too is another liar who seems to have invisible strings as he suddenly decided to revoke the promise of holding a vote on the Treaty of Lisbon, now we are being dragged into something that many feel is wrong, we are giving up our freedom and sovereignty to be ruled by faceless uncaring bureaucrats from Brussels.
The Tories do not offer much hope, just the same old, same old. NuLabour in all but name. So do we deserve a revolution, bet your life we do, it is the only way for this country to really get a grip and start again. We do not need the same old rules that have been broken and breached, we don’t need politicians like Blair, Brown, Mandelson and Milliband, we need real people with purpose and more importantly morals.
Lets get writing on the net, lets get out there and preach the blessing of revolution, hopefully in a few years something will change with new rules new politicians with new values and a new country to once again be proud of.
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