Surprise, surprise, ole bed troubler Cleggover WILL join Labour's love-in if this dying government wears a noose come May.
Despite the little lefties not Labour's biggest fans most days, the chance to achieve their dream of power, real power, seems too good an opportunity to miss as they camp out again at Gordon's.
But by backing Brown for a hung parliament, they are simply leaving their policies at the door of No.10.
Clegg really is possibly the most indecisive leader of the liberal (little L because they are not worthy of a cap) demoprats of all time. TTG wonders how he manages to even choose what to have for breakfast each morning-he just dilly dallies about, dithering (maybe there is something in common with him and his Brown chum after all), and backtracks on policies, littering speeches with soundbites that may have worked with a heavyweight Commoner but not with mousey Clegg, a second-rate, poor man's Cameron.
Voters may moan about the Tories but at least they have someone and KNOW someone to whom to direct their ire. Can't say the same with the liberals. Name their front bench ... got a handful yet? TTG has got 3, maybe 4 and that's pushing it.
How do they expect the great depressed Britons to know? You could always rely on the one policy party to sprout crap about PR. We knew what they stood for, even it was just the one thing. But it seems with their stable 17 per cent, the Lib Dums are prepared to support the government of the day, provided of course it's Labour ... they may stretch to the Tories though - political opportunism doesn't rule that out. Perhaps Mr Invisible thinks he will finally be known in the public eye - fame by association?
While TTG should probably open up her arms to Clegg for his support should we be hung, TTG would rather strip off to her undies in Parliament Square. Our party is one of hope. We're not settling for a hung parliament - we are working towards becoming the next Government.
Vince Cable is their trump card but while TTG is sure he is a very nice man, he too can't seem to make his mind up about the economy but him and Nick can't resist a sneak dig at our plans.
Do we really want to pick up these boy-wonders from their so-called talent pool to sit with us at our table, making policy?
We already have the best in the business on our bench - why pick Almunia when you can have Fabregas?
TTG's point is that we will never surrender our policies, our beliefs and politics just for a seat in power.
Like their logo, their policies have flit, fluttered away as have their credibility as Clegg limpets on to Brown. They may have moved off the bench but they've flown right into the Labour nest.
The worrying thing is that so many, sick of Labour yet even sicker of the Tories deem the liberals as an option but it really is a wasted vote.
You're voting for a hung parliament and you're voting for another five years of Labour assisted by the policy-defunct, liberal cheerleaders prepared to support ANYONE for a shot to sit in the hot seat. We simply can't let this happen.
The choice is clear. If you want Labour in, vote Labour. If you want Labour in, vote Liberal Democrats. If you want Labour in, don't vote. End this cycle by voting Conservative.
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Spews On The News - December 18-19
After a breakaway from blogging, the TTG is back traditionally festive and utterly dubious of global warming...its bloody cold!
Don’t Make Me A Muslim
The bright sparks at channel 4 unveiled this latest bit of reality rubbish last night.
Unpious plebs, including a glamour mum, took to the hijab, to prayer and to fast in their quest to ‘go East’ like those Amoy Asian takeouts with unhilarious results.
As mildly amusing as a burnt korma - TTG missed her terrible chance to sit glued to the screen while reality rats were spoonfed that Britain is such a dastardly evil, bad, bad place. Yes it is. But try to be blooming optimistic, imams.
Having spent half an hour of her woeful life blinking exasperantly at the freak show, TTG has realised with regret that Islam is not the religion for her - she's far too impure.
Still TTG is up for the arranged marriage larky - saves a lot of time better spent gorging on chocolate. TTG is quite poker-face on this venture- bachelor boys email me for further details on wedlock.
Strangely enough, Nick Griffiths was on the credits - no relation to the similarly named BNP man, Nick Griffins, surely?
The Seven Deadly Dems
Perhaps TTG is terribly naïve or dim but conservative home, has anyone really been keeping tabs on the libby lobby contest, let alone worried?
That fact remains that the Dribberals have been busy preening a carbon-free copy of the opposition party leaders in a half baked-bean bid to convince voters that they’re, er, different and er to get their fair slice of the Commons cake.
Here below is the list, lo, foretold to the Conservative people, of the seven deadly Dems. Get out those dust-laden bibles for the horror that awaits under the duty of the dashing Dribberal.
Nick Clegg
Chris Huhne
Vince Cable
Charles Kennedy
Norman Lamb
er…..TTG has run out of Lib Dems – Lemsip Opik is too busy with marrying his young wife to be a threat,
http://www.lloydthomas.org/5-SpecialStudies/R6.html - read the bible for the fear factor of what a Liberal government would bring to the UK.
NB: Entirely fictional but hey worth a try to scare voters into voting for the Terrible Tory's party of choice.
Keeping up with the lippy theme, Cleggover has been crowned leader and beaming Cam has rushed to his centre side asking to join the ranks of the Snories. As well as the Greenies and the Sabres. Is there anyone Cam won't attempt to appease?
The K (aye!) Factor
TTG comes bearing the gift of news to the x factor loony fans out there – Leon won because of his petite-laced partner, Miss Minogue. That and if the Mirror are to be believed, ahem, because of his status as a Scotch broth.
Besides the Cardiffan caroler Rhydian is not rushing back to the West country any time soon – ‘Cats’ maestro has picked up the bleached babe bachelor's contract. Ditch the independent ITV investigation - no one cares that much, it's just a show and an Xtremely rubbish one at that.
Shitdriversgate
DVLA records lost. Oh dear what a blooming shame. On good news, the Sun have a new -gate scandal to add to their list and crappy drivers not entitled to bunny-hop Britain's roads. Fantastic. Now TTG has even more of a weighty argument to discourage parents/classmates encouraging me to learn and relearn the skills of the voiture.
Don’t Make Me A Muslim
The bright sparks at channel 4 unveiled this latest bit of reality rubbish last night.
Unpious plebs, including a glamour mum, took to the hijab, to prayer and to fast in their quest to ‘go East’ like those Amoy Asian takeouts with unhilarious results.
As mildly amusing as a burnt korma - TTG missed her terrible chance to sit glued to the screen while reality rats were spoonfed that Britain is such a dastardly evil, bad, bad place. Yes it is. But try to be blooming optimistic, imams.
Having spent half an hour of her woeful life blinking exasperantly at the freak show, TTG has realised with regret that Islam is not the religion for her - she's far too impure.
Still TTG is up for the arranged marriage larky - saves a lot of time better spent gorging on chocolate. TTG is quite poker-face on this venture- bachelor boys email me for further details on wedlock.
Strangely enough, Nick Griffiths was on the credits - no relation to the similarly named BNP man, Nick Griffins, surely?
The Seven Deadly Dems
Perhaps TTG is terribly naïve or dim but conservative home, has anyone really been keeping tabs on the libby lobby contest, let alone worried?
That fact remains that the Dribberals have been busy preening a carbon-free copy of the opposition party leaders in a half baked-bean bid to convince voters that they’re, er, different and er to get their fair slice of the Commons cake.
Here below is the list, lo, foretold to the Conservative people, of the seven deadly Dems. Get out those dust-laden bibles for the horror that awaits under the duty of the dashing Dribberal.
Nick Clegg
Chris Huhne
Vince Cable
Charles Kennedy
Norman Lamb
er…..TTG has run out of Lib Dems – Lemsip Opik is too busy with marrying his young wife to be a threat,
http://www.lloydthomas.org/5-SpecialStudies/R6.html - read the bible for the fear factor of what a Liberal government would bring to the UK.
NB: Entirely fictional but hey worth a try to scare voters into voting for the Terrible Tory's party of choice.
Keeping up with the lippy theme, Cleggover has been crowned leader and beaming Cam has rushed to his centre side asking to join the ranks of the Snories. As well as the Greenies and the Sabres. Is there anyone Cam won't attempt to appease?
The K (aye!) Factor
TTG comes bearing the gift of news to the x factor loony fans out there – Leon won because of his petite-laced partner, Miss Minogue. That and if the Mirror are to be believed, ahem, because of his status as a Scotch broth.
Besides the Cardiffan caroler Rhydian is not rushing back to the West country any time soon – ‘Cats’ maestro has picked up the bleached babe bachelor's contract. Ditch the independent ITV investigation - no one cares that much, it's just a show and an Xtremely rubbish one at that.
Shitdriversgate
DVLA records lost. Oh dear what a blooming shame. On good news, the Sun have a new -gate scandal to add to their list and crappy drivers not entitled to bunny-hop Britain's roads. Fantastic. Now TTG has even more of a weighty argument to discourage parents/classmates encouraging me to learn and relearn the skills of the voiture.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Spews On The News 10/11
Terrible Tory Girl is b-b-bitter to the bone. Not only has the Rocking Batman called off sick with a cyst, the size of one of his belter chartbusters but the media biz' whizzes of this world find it highly necessary to incinerate my few and far between brain cells by my writing of a 'reflective journal.'
And there was Terrible Tory Girl, under the impression, that she was enrolled in journalism, not a cheap knock-off of the real deal.
The con is on at Shitty, apparement.
On to the news.....
(Apologies in advance for inappropriate, ire-induced rhetoric roar but abstinence proves futile.)
1) Poppy Goes The Weasel - http://www.liverpooldailypost.co.uk/liverpool-news/regional-news/2007/11/10/wartime-bomber-to-release-poppy-tribute-at-remembrance-service-64375-20088618/
Poppies have found themselves pinned to the printing press this week, with typical tales of tin thiefs both here and across the Atlantic in Canada and McCrae's flower icon pasted on the pages.
But to the further delight of the Terrible Tory Girl, the PC loonies haven't come out to play. Pins to pin the popular poppies on lapels have not been banned on grounds of 'elf and safety (as Littlejohn would say) and presenters and public eye personnel have been spared the 'bias' lecture.
Tomorrow, Liverpool will be alit with poppies. A veteran WW2 bomber will drop 300,000 poppy petals onto the crowds as they remember our war heroes.
Hardly news to placate the politically correct.
One anti-poppy protester, who refused to be identified said:*
"This is absolutely ludicrous! Those falling poppies are an accident waiting to happen. Those paper petals could fall into the path of an onlooker's eye and/or in the event of a brewing storm, could drive into the sides of a member of public and cause a pretty nasty case of papercuts. And from a papercut, comes reasonable grounds to sue."
He/she/it added: " And where's our green credentials in all of this pro-war business? Think of the carnage to our streets, littered with red paper, which incidentally, is discriminatory against the rest of the rainbow's colours. With the disposal costs, running into the thousands, we ought not even bother celebrate it at all. Why not an all-colour celebration day instead? Far cleaner, far wimpier and far more to the nature of the absurd activist weasals. Another good job done. "
* Not a real person but quite an accurate view point held by many of Britain's barmy absurd activists.
2) Fly Me To The Huhne
As the Dribberals heat up to axe their Cable to play pick a mix between Nick Clegg and Chris Huhne, Terrible Tory Girl has uncovered that the third way is not all it seems.
The Liberal Democrats, the party of rebel votes, the party shunned by BBC broadcasts, the party trailing behind at 12 per cent, do not offer anything new to the politician eat politican world.
The terrible two candidates, who shall go head to head for the frankly forgotten party crown, have been identified as Menziestein's monsters.
The two who have spent their early lifes skulking in newspaper offices were made in the image of the big political rivals, Gordon Brown and David Cameron before Ming died politically.
Chris Huhne, with a name to match Broon, is an uncanny match to the PM. A former member of the Labour party, the 53-year old, Huhne, like Brown, has a history of economic interest, working for the Independent and Guardian on their finance pages and for proposals for income and green taxes. He too, while as an MEP, has been accused of swindling cash. Chris Huhne, a mere three years younger than his Labour counterpart, is strangely similiar in appearance too.
Huhne, in an interview with epolitix journalists, said he admired Brown's decision to go ahead with the independence of the Bank of England and didn't rule out a spot of party coalition.
"If other parties want to talk about partnership politics, about going into a longer term relationship, then they have to be on the wavelength that allows that to happen.
If you look at every other country in Europe bar none you find that you do have partnership politics because of election systems that are fairer, where every vote counts."
On the same difference scale, Terrible Tory Girl gives Huhne 7/10
Next up of Menzies' Monsters is Nick Clegg, another young hack and political newbie, with election to Commons only two years earlier. Media mogul, dashing and a former adviser to Conservative commissioner Lord Brittan in Brussells, Clegg is considered to be on the right of the party and has already had stark comparisons with the Tory leader, Cameron.
Like Cameron, he abhors ID cards and has distant connections with royalty - for Clegg, it's in imperial Russia.
Clegg told epolitix, in the tongue of Cameron:
"It requires the ability to speak like a human being not a Westminster politician, reach out to voters by starting where people are rather than where we want them to be or think they might be...Frankly, to start playing Westminster footsie with one party or another now is something the electorate would not like and I'm not going to do it."
Clegg gets an 8/10 and the public get yet again less choice in mainstream politics.
3) Queenie, the musical
As the 11 little Labour ducks go dimming in one Queen's Speech, Queenie breaks out in her name counterpart rockfit's verse.
Members, one just reeled a lie,
Put forth this sorry speech,
Lulled ones’ voters to political preach.
Members, one said there’d be homes
But now one’s conscience comes to play.
Members, consuls…
One didn’t want quotas for co2...
If one’s not back from Uganda tomorrow,
Bury one, bury one and rule as if the public do not matter .
Too late, the laws are passed,
teens will have to stay at school
high pensions fitted by you all
goodbye, public freedoms, they have to go
To drive away the bombers and nuclear.
Members, consuls.
One doesn’t want them too
One sometimes wishes we’d never met the EU at all
Next year's song of choice?
'One wants to break politically'
And there was Terrible Tory Girl, under the impression, that she was enrolled in journalism, not a cheap knock-off of the real deal.
The con is on at Shitty, apparement.
On to the news.....
(Apologies in advance for inappropriate, ire-induced rhetoric roar but abstinence proves futile.)
1) Poppy Goes The Weasel - http://www.liverpooldailypost.co.uk/liverpool-news/regional-news/2007/11/10/wartime-bomber-to-release-poppy-tribute-at-remembrance-service-64375-20088618/
Poppies have found themselves pinned to the printing press this week, with typical tales of tin thiefs both here and across the Atlantic in Canada and McCrae's flower icon pasted on the pages.
But to the further delight of the Terrible Tory Girl, the PC loonies haven't come out to play. Pins to pin the popular poppies on lapels have not been banned on grounds of 'elf and safety (as Littlejohn would say) and presenters and public eye personnel have been spared the 'bias' lecture.
Tomorrow, Liverpool will be alit with poppies. A veteran WW2 bomber will drop 300,000 poppy petals onto the crowds as they remember our war heroes.
Hardly news to placate the politically correct.
One anti-poppy protester, who refused to be identified said:*
"This is absolutely ludicrous! Those falling poppies are an accident waiting to happen. Those paper petals could fall into the path of an onlooker's eye and/or in the event of a brewing storm, could drive into the sides of a member of public and cause a pretty nasty case of papercuts. And from a papercut, comes reasonable grounds to sue."
He/she/it added: " And where's our green credentials in all of this pro-war business? Think of the carnage to our streets, littered with red paper, which incidentally, is discriminatory against the rest of the rainbow's colours. With the disposal costs, running into the thousands, we ought not even bother celebrate it at all. Why not an all-colour celebration day instead? Far cleaner, far wimpier and far more to the nature of the absurd activist weasals. Another good job done. "
* Not a real person but quite an accurate view point held by many of Britain's barmy absurd activists.
2) Fly Me To The Huhne
As the Dribberals heat up to axe their Cable to play pick a mix between Nick Clegg and Chris Huhne, Terrible Tory Girl has uncovered that the third way is not all it seems.
The Liberal Democrats, the party of rebel votes, the party shunned by BBC broadcasts, the party trailing behind at 12 per cent, do not offer anything new to the politician eat politican world.
The terrible two candidates, who shall go head to head for the frankly forgotten party crown, have been identified as Menziestein's monsters.
The two who have spent their early lifes skulking in newspaper offices were made in the image of the big political rivals, Gordon Brown and David Cameron before Ming died politically.
Chris Huhne, with a name to match Broon, is an uncanny match to the PM. A former member of the Labour party, the 53-year old, Huhne, like Brown, has a history of economic interest, working for the Independent and Guardian on their finance pages and for proposals for income and green taxes. He too, while as an MEP, has been accused of swindling cash. Chris Huhne, a mere three years younger than his Labour counterpart, is strangely similiar in appearance too.
Huhne, in an interview with epolitix journalists, said he admired Brown's decision to go ahead with the independence of the Bank of England and didn't rule out a spot of party coalition.
"If other parties want to talk about partnership politics, about going into a longer term relationship, then they have to be on the wavelength that allows that to happen.
If you look at every other country in Europe bar none you find that you do have partnership politics because of election systems that are fairer, where every vote counts."
On the same difference scale, Terrible Tory Girl gives Huhne 7/10
Next up of Menzies' Monsters is Nick Clegg, another young hack and political newbie, with election to Commons only two years earlier. Media mogul, dashing and a former adviser to Conservative commissioner Lord Brittan in Brussells, Clegg is considered to be on the right of the party and has already had stark comparisons with the Tory leader, Cameron.
Like Cameron, he abhors ID cards and has distant connections with royalty - for Clegg, it's in imperial Russia.
Clegg told epolitix, in the tongue of Cameron:
"It requires the ability to speak like a human being not a Westminster politician, reach out to voters by starting where people are rather than where we want them to be or think they might be...Frankly, to start playing Westminster footsie with one party or another now is something the electorate would not like and I'm not going to do it."
Clegg gets an 8/10 and the public get yet again less choice in mainstream politics.
3) Queenie, the musical
As the 11 little Labour ducks go dimming in one Queen's Speech, Queenie breaks out in her name counterpart rockfit's verse.
Members, one just reeled a lie,
Put forth this sorry speech,
Lulled ones’ voters to political preach.
Members, one said there’d be homes
But now one’s conscience comes to play.
Members, consuls…
One didn’t want quotas for co2...
If one’s not back from Uganda tomorrow,
Bury one, bury one and rule as if the public do not matter .
Too late, the laws are passed,
teens will have to stay at school
high pensions fitted by you all
goodbye, public freedoms, they have to go
To drive away the bombers and nuclear.
Members, consuls.
One doesn’t want them too
One sometimes wishes we’d never met the EU at all
Next year's song of choice?
'One wants to break politically'
Friday, November 02, 2007
Spews On The News -November 1
Welcome to Spews On The News With the Right Dishonourable Terrible Tory Girl.
This year's halloween's tricks in the political world
1) CopyClegg: Boycott ID Cards
- http://www.politics.co.uk/news/opinion-former-index/culture-media-and-sport/clegg-vows-lead-id-card-revolt-$480734.htm
Beg Clegg does just what his nickname entails, begs his voters, apathisers to join him on his crusade to boycott the ID card. This sounds strangely familiar. Familiar in a blonde bombshell way. Now where have I seen this before? Hmm good question. Only of course, in the Tory ranks in the blonde beauty attributes of Mr Johnson.
CopyClegg, not content with copying jargon, look and oratory style of Cam, is sniping their policies too. What would Ming say?
To recap and refresh, see the bidding mayor and his idea of boycotting the ID card scheme…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZAAzSzleWk
Leadership material? What a pyramid of piffle. To quote the immortal Johnson and Boris, "the chances of [him] being leader is like Elvis being found on the moon or [him] being reincarnated into an olive." (Boris meant him, not Clegg but you see the point)
2) Dear Cam – My Heart Felt Question to the Tory leader
Conservativehome.com, proud to be the one pro- trendy Tory site to have the supreme Leader's approval, is set to have Cameron video blog log on the webpage.
Following their requests for reader questions, Terrible Tory Girl felt somewhat compelled to ask this of him:
Dear Cam,
I am a twenty odd Tory with TAD syndrome, Tory Affective Syndrome. Party faithful, I have delivered leaflets in the 'no man's (or woman's) lands' of my village, namely my council house neighbours and praised your name to high heaven in classes of ill-informed Marxists. With body and mind still in tact after two years in the left leaning capital, I ask what you plan to do to help support voters with TAD syndrome, a serious political disease which like moods, swing rapidly from one extreme to another. In my last transition, I found myself inspired by Broon and wearing a Che Guevara t-shirt. Please help!
Terrible Tory Girl
(Oh this wasn't MSN's 'Dear Pam'?, oh dear)
3) Piggy, Piggy Shall Not Be Moved
http://www.earthtimes.org/articles/show/134460.html
It's all lies, I tell you, all lies! Another gov scam to spoil the little fun us meaties endure after sinking our molars into juicy pig hind. Terrible Tory Girl's bringing in the bacon, trotters and all.
I propose a diet that consists of red meat and red meat alone - a more tasteful way to the route to death. Yummy. Oink.
4) For Christ’s sake, watch the Church!
You can take the pleb out of Christianity but you can't take the Christianity out of a pleb. Mess with the monarchy or our Lordy Bishops and feel my rage. PC PCs, you better watch it -God is omniscient, omnipotent, (not all smelling, that's just silly) and omni-there.
5) Blair 2: Go Now
We don't need another Blairo. Goodbye, farewell, aufwiedersehen, goodnight ot should we say Ate a vista/adeus?
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