Thursday, 8 June 2017
LABOUR’S SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS.
It is said that those who the gods wish to destroy they first make mad, if on the off
chance the local booby hatch is overbooked they send the poor saps off to join the
Labour party, the eternal home of deluded intellectual toffs who’s main recreation is
pretending to be working class.
To be caught between Scylla and Charybdis is to be faced with two equally
unpleasant alternatives, what is vulgarly known as between a rock and a hard place
and considering my template for the two monsters of Greek mythology, I have chosen
well, none other than Shami Chakrabarti and Diane Abbott, better known as Baroness
Bollocks and Lard Arse, two man hating harridans, who’s hypocrisy is the yardstick
by which all others are measured, and found wanting in comparison.
Let us take a closer look at our two charmers, not that either of them possess a grain
of the substance. First there is Lard Arse. This particular specimen went to
Cambridge, her entry to this seat of advanced learning must have been due to positive
discrimination as all evidence points to the woman being as thick as pig shit, she read
history but seems to have forgotten most of the subject, although I suspect the lady
did not learn much of it in the first place. Our Di is now shadow Home Secretary
despite being unable to tell one end of an abacus from the other, she boasts that
Cambridge made her, well, it also made Burgess and Mclean, a bright pair who’s
loyalty to Britain could be considered somewhat suspect, as can Diane’s.
Now we come to shameless Shami, the Sherpa of social climbing, and has she scaled
the heights, but first a thumbnail sketch of the lady’s attributes, and I promise I will
try not to be ungallant. She has a face which resembles an arse which has been over
injected with botox, expressionless except for the gap in the middle (Never could keep
a promise too good to repeat) The newly minted peer used to be leader of an outfit
called Liberty for which we should all be grateful as we had not any experience of
such a concept before Shami’s lot jumped off the banana boat and taught us the
meaning of freedom. Shami thinks grammar schools are socially divisive which is
probably why they would not admit her sprog to Eton, forcing the hypocrite to send
the lad to the down market Dulwich College, cheaper but lacking the social cachet of
Slough Grammar. While this is all socially divisive, Shami will not worry herself
unduly as she is on record as being stuck horrified by the prospect of sharing a room
with Essex men. Very uncouth are Essex men, no class and they all go to state
comprehensives.
Scylla had twelve faces, but then so has Shami and her pal Diane. The mythical
monsters were man eaters, I do not know about Baroness Bollox, but Lard Arse
certainly falls into that category as Jeremy Corbyn could certainly testify. Those who
the gods wish to destroy they cause to live in a democracy.
ALL COCK AND CLIMATE CHANGE.
(coming soon)
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