Parlez~me~'n~Tory

Rightly wry, satirically right

In 1975 Freddie Mercury and Queen, recorded “A night at the opera” on that album there was a track called “Death on two legs”.

This, in my opinion is the most descriptive set of words ever compiled to discuss the dreadful subject that is Gordon Brown and the effect he has had on Britain.

The lyrics to “Death on two legs” follows as does a “soundtrack” video.

Watch and READ: For those ex-military, WATCH AND READ

Death on two legs

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you preach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You’ve taken all my money
And you want more
Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
With your narrow minded cronies
Who are fools of the first division
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart of your own
Kill joy bad guy big talking small fry
You’re just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide?
(i think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good feel good?

You talk like a big business tycoon
You’re just a hot air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You’re just an overgrown schoolboy
Let me tan your hide
A dog with disease
You’re the king of the ’sleaze’
Put your money where your mouth is
Mister know-all
Was the fin on your back
Part of the deal? (shark)
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart (you never did) of your own
(right from the start)
Insane you should be put inside
You’re a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good i feel good

Do you agree? Do you have a better alternative?

Do you want to do something for your country?

Do you want to show support for that once great man in our history? Guy [Guido] Fawkes?

Join Old Holborn on his annual trip as he celebrates The Only Man Ever To Enter Parliament With Honest Intentions.

I shall certainly be trying to make it on the day!

Here’s a very good reason why we should REMEMBER REMEMBER…

Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption.

I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke.

But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.

There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way.

Why?

Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?

Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, think, and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen?

Who’s to blame?

Well, certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror

Following the Conference season during the past couple of weeks which was towards the end of the prolonged summer recess today is the day where our beloved MP’s make their way back for the first day of term.

In case you’ve forgotten, 17th July 2009 was the last day in the office and since then it’s just been fun all the way!

We’ve had Nick Clegg pleading like a spoilt child I want to be Prime Minister, we’ve had the leader of this once great nation admit that the Tories were right all along and that there will be cu*ts, lots of them and we shouldn’t trust the Tories because their cuts will be the horrible kind, and we’ve had David Cameron and George Osborne stand up and tell it like it is and watched them be lambasted for their honesty in the Left leaning press.

It’s also been a time of TWATS and CHUMPS!

Ah, yes, we also had this great BULLSHIT ALERT from Gordon Brown (#GoBro) himself.

How fitting then that today that the rank and file MP’s who’ve covered themselves in such glory during this recess have to return to more investigative research into their expenses, let’s see just how much the Prime Minister HAS to PAY BACK.

It’s great to be back!

With the advent of today’s front page in The SUN we can safely assume that New Labour has finally excorcised the ghost of Tony Blair.

Add to that the weight of the endorsement for David Cameron and it’s very difficult to see how ANY member of the PLP can paint this in a good light.

In 1997 Tony Blair had the enthusiasm and vigour to lift his Party into power the public opinion of the Government of the day was stale, weak, feeble (seem familiar)?

Tony Blair did do some good work as Leader of his Party but he also made some horrific mistakes as Prime Minister of this country some of which he has yet to stand accountable for. But New Labour was nothing without its founding fathers, the Campbells, the Mandelsons and the Blairs. Once Gordon Brown forced them out of the picture he effectively applied for his own P45.

Following yestereday’s speech at the Labour Party conference in Brighton Gordon Brown stands even more isolated amongst his Party. The Cabinet were full of glowing praise yesterday but I maintain this will last only a very short time.

Already in several interviews this morning Cabinet members have been wheeled out to explain the drop in support from The SUN. Their response?

Papers have no influence. It wasn’t The SUN what won it in ‘97

Typically Labour, deceit to the end. Not just to the electorate but also to themselves.

Turn the speakers up, sit back and enjoy the history that makes us what we are.

Hattie Harman has done her bit and is now off on her summer hols.

Parlez~me~’n~Tory says good riddance!

It’s not often I wish for #GoBro to be back at the helm but this week was one of those times. With lefty feminist Hattie spouting her rhetoric all week I feel physically drained.

So what have we got to look forward to from now until #GoBro gets back? Why, we have Mandy himself after taking the reins almost 36 hours ago in an official handover that took place in Whitehall, erm Downing St, erm Italy, erm Corfu! Oh bugger it, all of those places!

Why Corfu? Let’s come back to that.

The official reason we have had to witness the Hattie and Mandy show during the summer recess is that this gives a knackered PM much needed time off whilst continuing to provide top level Government cover. What a load of crap!

Top level cover would indicate that someone was at their desk ready and willing to work on any national emergency. The fact is that nobody is at their desk and from yesterday until Monday morning Mandy isn’t even in the country.

So what is Mandy doing in Corfu? What happened last time he was there? …and more importantly who’s he staying with?

Let’s address the 3rd question 1st then the rest might fall into place rather neatly.

Perhaps you recall Nat Rothschild from last year’s YachtGate incident involving Mandy and George Osbourne?

Well, the owner of the yacht was one Oleg Deripaska the man who was allegedly tapped up by both Mandy and Osbourne.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer still…

If you further recall this all came to a head very soon after #GoBro brought Mandy into the cabinet. Rather quickly it was disclosed that just 2 months earlier Mandy had ‘dripped pure poison’ about his new boss to George Osbourne whilst enjoying an evening together at the Taverna Agni on the Greek island of Corfu.

In retaliation Mandy threatened to reveal what the shadow chancellor had told him privately about the Conservatives. In truth it seems there was no such disclosure to reveal as you can rest assured Mandy would’ve already played that joker for his own gain. He has not therefore it is safe to conclude he had no insider knowledge he wanted to share.

Mandy is currently staying as a guest of Nat Rothschild whilst leading our country from afar.

Step forward one week from the original incident and The Times ran a report into a claim that Mandy had returned the favour of hospitality by giving up to £50m p/a trade concessions to Deripaska. This was only one in a stream of gifts made by Mandy going back to when he was European Trade Commissioner.

Of course, as is to be expected when dealing with Grand Moff Tarkin himself one has to be extremely careful. A spokesperson for Lord Mandelson said of himself and Deripaska:

They had been on holiday in the same area and it was purely a social occasion

The whole Yachtgate situation worsened after the initial Mandy/Osbourne spat when on 21st October 2008 Rothschild wrote an open letter to The Times in which he clearly set out his stall in which he seems increasingly comfortable in.

The question remains why is Rothschild cosying up to Mandy? Is Mandy seeking a new source of funding prior to announcing his candidature or the General Election? …and just what has Mandy promised him?

It would seem we are still to face many more months of lies, corruption and a further weakened Prime Minister who’s strings are increasingly tangling themselves around the weeds of a dead and ineffectual Government.

It is unlikely that we will ever discover the truth when one considers Rothschild’s parting line to The Times:

Perhaps in future it would be better if all involved accepted the age-old adage that private parties are just that

Peter Mandleson. Now there’s a name to put the wind up even the most fervent of Government dissenters.

Never content to sit quietly and meander into the world of political oblivion, instead preferring to shape that world we now know as a bankrupt and misguided Britain in dire need of a change of direction and leadership.

You see, the trouble with Peter Mandleson is that he strives to be liked. He endeavours to live up to his family’s past and in particular Grandad Herbert.

In doing so he spends much of his time sweeping up after others, protecting his employers whilst taking on much the same role as Harvey Keitel’s Winston Wolf (The Cleaner) in Pulp Fiction.

That Peter Mandleson is actually in charge of this country in all but name at this very moment is not in question; certainly not between those that really understand the situation and are honest with themselves.

But there are in increasing numbers a population of deluded Socialist Twitterers that continue to post their comments of negativity towards any member of the Shadow Cabinet or Opposition Party and its supporters or members should they dare mention this fact.

Unofficially, Lord Mandelson holds exactly the same position within the Government as once held by Good old ‘Erb, the position of Deputy Prime Minister. But there, the similarities end.

Herbert was not a man after cheap praise, he was an honest, hard working Member of Parliament. He was Deputy to Clement Atlee’s PM and had a hand in drafting the 1945 Labour General Election Manifesto. Herbert died when his grandson was 12 years old in 1965.

I have oft wondered what Herbert would’ve thought had he been alive today at the antics of his grandson. There’s the euphoria of the 1997 landslide General Election victory under Tony Blair, there is of course the ignominy of the double resignation from the Government.

The first resignation was in 1998 over the interest-free loan of £373,000 from Geoffrey Robinson who later accused Lord Mandelson of lying to the Commons about the home loan affair that cost both of them their Government jobs.

I find it hard to believe that as Geoffrey Robinson now sits on several Government committees alongside Lord Mandelson there aren’t still a few niggling annoyances amongst them, ahem.

The second resignation came in 2001 over a passport row for the Hinduja family amid their sponsorship of the Faith Zone in the Millennium Dome.

Those small issues aside it seems that working with Teflon Tony for so many years has actually rubbed off in some small part and Lord Mandelson continues to benefit where others fall by the wayside.

The final question one should ask is why does Mandy support #GoBro so fervently?

Well, there is always the possibility that he is simply passing the time and stacking the odds in his favour so that as the bricks tumble he can gather them and rise from the dust as the saviour of the Britons. I’ve long held this thought but am now happy to ditch it in favour of another equally ridiculous point to consider.

Due to the fact that Herbert lost his sight in one eye as a baby, perhaps, just perhaps Mandy sees a little bit of Good old ‘Erb in Grandad Gordon.