Sunday, 28 December 2008

HOW DARE HE!

That incompetent idiot, that lying, foolish hound Gordon Brown has the audacity to pontificate that his recession is a 'test of character' that we, the British people must pass; the fey feartie urges us to display the 'same spirit' our fathers did in World War II.

This is beyond parody. It insults the intelligence of every British citizen who realises that much of the mess we're in is of Brown's making, and it insults those who fought a war of national survival. That the Prime Mentalist can be so delusional to imagine that we'll go one extra step, or contribute one extra ounce of effort that will prolong him and his morally corrupt cabal in office for one nanosecond longer than necessary tells us his grip on reality has failed entirely.

In this case, It is Brown himself who has stolen our incomes, stolen our savings, stolen the nation's savings and mortgaged our grandchildren's future to build the Luftwaffe that is raining high explosive on us; it is beyond reason that he proclaims this a 'test of character' that we must pass. The only test of character we must pass is whether we can tighten a democratic hempen noose around the throat of this William Joyce quickly enough.

From a man without the balls ever to face an election, a man too timid and feartie to face the country, a man too spineless, vacillating and yellow to challenge Blair on John Smith's death for the Labour leadership, a man too irresolute, fearful and cowardly to rely on his own worth in the Commons rather than depend on forced written quips and tractor statistics, a man too scared, weak and pusillanimous even to face an audience of the public as his predecessor did, I will take no lessons in courage. And neither, I suspect, will the country.

12 comments:

lilith said...

Very well said. Hear hear. I want to push him into a mincer. (Unfortunate innuendo unintended)

Yokel said...

One of the first things that the British people did, once the die had been cast for war, was to change their Leader. And it wasn't a change to another clone of the same. It was a change to someone who had the balls to name the enemy and to take them on. I look around now in despair.

But then perhaps it is too early. If our leaders (worldwide) are following the 1930s script all over again, we have a devastating depression to go through first, before the war. The only difference now is that they already have the Civil Contingencies Act and the Legislative and Regulatory Reform Act on the Statute Book. And the Police Force is behaving more like an army of occupation (see FITwatch for example).

Why do I have this nagging feeling that it is not accidental?

Anonymous said...

I don't want an election.

I want ropes and lamp posts

And sooner rather than later.

Anonymous said...

Consider how much this reveals about Broon's character and mindset: he is a man who longs for 1930s-style austerity; he's a man who thinks of the Jarrow Hunger Marches not as a sad event in the distant past but as something he is genuinely sorry not to have taken part in.

Broon does not see history or reality in the way that we do. He longs for a chance to relive the post-Great Depression period, the chance to become the Great and Benevolent Leader he always knew he was meant to be. When you understand this, you understand his black fixation with extending state power (i.e., his power); Broon, above all else, wants to be the fount of all blessings, the ultimate sources of all prosperity and joy. He wants a personality cult like Stalin's; he desires your utter dependence on him and his state. You should have no home but that which Broon gives; you should have no money but that which Broon gives; you should have no job but that which Broons gives; you should, in point of fact, have no life but that which Broon gives.

He is the Saviour. He is the Hero of the Revolution whose courage and devotion to ideological purity has vanquished all evil and ushered in a period of joy. He has a full-blown erection at the thought of struggle and austerity to come, at the thought that you and I and all our fellow Britons will have to pinch our pennies and worry about where the next mortgage payment or rent payment or fucking meal is coming from.

Broon has known, since he was old enough to think, that this day would come and that cometh the hour, cometh the Man - and, in his own mind, he is that Man. The irony is that, in his devotion to this fantasy of saving Britain, he has actually generated the very problems from which we must be saved. He has destroyed our prosperity and made us poor so that he may say "Behold! I will save you from your poverty!".

There is no doubt a name for his particular brand of mental illness but I don't know what it is.

Nick Drew said...

a name for his particular brand of mental illness

it'll be the one used for people who secretly set fires, then rush round flamboyantly to extinguish them & save everyone

Anonymous said...

@Nick Drew

Exactly so. It's not exactly Munchausen's Syndrome but it's something comparable.

Anonymous said...

The statements are taken from a speech he is yet to give , who knows , his courage may fail him and we might be spared his "inspired leadership"

Anonymous said...

In years, decades and centuries to come, Broon will be a cautionary tale.

He'll become a new Canute, his career a new version of the Emperor's New Clothes; he's the prime minister who was the bravest, the best, the cleverest, the most popular, the most innovative, the most successful, the most daring....but only in his own head and in the pictures painted for him by his sycophants and courtiers.

He'll be a Louis XV, a Louis XVI, a Nicholas II, a Paul I, a Charles I, insulated from his own idiotic decisions and failed policies, assured that the masses still love him, that all is well, that his enemies are in terror of him. He'll be surrounded by courtiers with much more nous who understand that to get their own way, to advance their pet policies, to feather their own nests they need only flatter his ego and massage his insecurities.

I lament thatwe must vote the fucker out instead of executing him by inserting a few thousand jumping jack ants down his jap's eye.

Anonymous said...

Churchill, on the subject of leadership said:

"An accepted leader has only to be sure of what it is best to do. If he trips, he must be sustained. If he makes mistakes, they must be covered. If he sleeps, he must not be wantonly disturbed. If he is no good, he must be poleaxed."

Brown has been sustained

His mistakes have been covered

He has not been wantonly disturbed.

It is now time for the poleaxe.

Please

Soon

Elby the Beserk said...

@Anon 18:51

Mild correction. Canute's number with the waves was to show his subjects that there were some things he could NOT influence. Unlike Brown, he knew he could not save the world.

Otherwise, we say yeah.

Jackart said...

I hate that man so very much

Anonymous said...

@Elby

I know about Canute's attempts to convince his courtiers that he couldn't hold back the tide, but my point is that he's become a cautionary tale - and that is what Broon will be.

Thinking about Canute, I realise that it would be better to use the Norse spelling of his name - Cnut. King Cnut - very close to an anagram of the name by which Broon will be known to future generations, King Cunt.

@Jackart
You hate him because he actually went to Edinburgh Uni while you just make up stories about going there.