We are all totally fed up of hearing about the politicians and their expense fiasco but as much as the topic has been flogged to death this week, it is still holding some sort of fascination for me! It's not the now hourly revelations of who has had their moat cleaned or the new bath plug or who has flipped which house and how many homes they have that we have paid the non-existent mortgage for.

My fascination has been with Gordon Brown. I whole heartedly admit that I have never, ever, ever liked him! He is the typical image of the grey politicianand not only grey, but boy does he look clueless most of the time and so uncomfortable in his shoes! He is the chalk of
Tony Blair's cheese. He is the epitome of a dull and rainy, miserable day in London and after watching his performance over the last couple of weeks, he is the robot who is always a day behind on his programming!

It all began when the swine flu episode broke out and like millions of others I was glued to the news, wondering what major issue the government was trying to bury that week.





Note how he smiles his way through it, as if was the happiest thing he ever had to tell us. Perhaps he was happy because it took the heat off of his defeat in the House of Commons the day before over the Gurkha's situation.

Anyway, back to this expenses issue. Gordon Brown had his tape programmed to say to any question that was put to him that the 'system was to blame'. Obviously none of the politicians who took advantage of the system are to blame. If one is a politician then one has every right to claim for a packet of nappies, silly, silly system getting them in so much trouble. This is the same as saying when someone is stabbed, do the police arrest the knife or the person who used it?

The other thing which has become blatantly obvious is how Gordon Brown follows David Cameron's lead. Mr Brown would never have dreamt about apologising over the fiasco because it was the systems fault, he would never had dumped a drop of blame on any of his MP's door because it was the systems fault. Now, who was the first party leader to issue a public apology? Who was the first party leader to discipline one of his members? And then who copied absolutely everything and made out that it was their idea? Monkey see, monkey do!!


His programmers obviously were not working very well the day he visited a school. But look, he's smiling again! Obviously, the labour party are not Nazi's but maybe Gordon's visions of Britain becoming a dictatorship were running through his mind at the time?








Now the devastatingly handsome John Prescott in the past has leaped to his leaders defence;
'People say that Gordon Brown doesn't smile. If you go on an aeroplane, do you go and see if the pilot is smiling? No, you see whether the pilot can land and take off safely. Look at Gordon's abilities, his intellectual abilities and record." Well, John, Gordon has learnt how to smile. He has taken this onboard, he just hasn't learnt to do it at the right moments.

Well, if I was sitting on that plane, I would double check the life jacket was working, that the oxygen masks would drop down and the emergency chute would inflate when I needed to jump out! So our country is now equivalent to Gordon flying a plane.

Gordon, you have proved over and over that you are the most qualified person to take something and grind it down and shred it to bits and jump on it over and over again until it is reduced to an empty shell of what it once was.


By the way Gordon, I hear David Cameron has sent you a present -














1 comments:

hedgemonkey said...

My nomadic wanderings led me from the Motherland a good 3 years past and reading this post I really don't miss it! Old Rictus Smile may have left to solve the Middle East 'problem' but it would seem his legacy has left Saggy Old Cloth Cat Brown with insurmountable baggage. Kiwi and Aussie politicians may be as corrupt as their English peers ... but there's something endearing about the way they call each other "that right honourable arsehole" especially compared to the sneaky, greasy, spineless deceit of the English MP's.

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