That woman prime minister in doctor who seemed ok, brave too.
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What's that old joke?
The Times is read by the people who run the country
The FT is read by th people who own the country
The Daily Telegraph is read by people who wish the country was run like it used to be
The Daily Mail is read by the wives of the people in the above three categories
The Guardian is read by people who wish the country was run by people from a different country
And The Sun is read by people who don't care who runs the country as long as she's got big tits.
The Times is read by the people who run the country
The FT is read by th people who own the country
The Daily Telegraph is read by people who wish the country was run like it used to be
The Daily Mail is read by the wives of the people in the above three categories
The Guardian is read by people who wish the country was run by people from a different country
And The Sun is read by people who don't care who runs the country as long as she's got big tits.
From everyone's favourite journalist, Richard Littlejohn.........
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Is there no human life on Planet Labour?
What is it with these people? First, Veggie Benn tells us that taking out a second mortgage to pay for a gallon of petrol is good for the soul.
Then the equally absurd Caroline Flint, a senior NCO in Labour's monstrous regiment of women, suggests the way to beat the credit crunch is for us to sell our houses to the council and rent them back.
Sometimes, as I believe I may have observed in the past, it is difficult to know where to start.
Only in New Labour La-La Land is the thought of people having to pay thirty bob for a litre of unleaded A Good Thing.
No doubt as Benn is chauffeured from muesli breakfast to tofu dinner in a gas-guzzling government limo, he reclines in the back seat and congratulates himself on all the polar bears being saved by the rampant spivvery in the oil futures casino and his own government's tax gluttony.
This is cost-free compassion at its most disgusting. There's nothing ministers enjoy more than salving their own consciences at the public's expense.
Of course, all this caring for the planet/Third World poor/blah blah never comes at any personal cost to politicians themselves.
Gordon Brown cheerfully pours £800 million of our money into the Swiss bank accounts of African tyrants so he can have his picture taken with Nelson Mandela.
So it's hardly surprising that barmy Benn - living proof that the apple rarely falls far from the tree - thinks that making motorists suffer for the sake of the Great Global Warming Lie is a price worth paying.
After all, he doesn't have to pay it, any more than he has to pick up the bill for a plasma telly from John Lewis.
Meanwhile, Westminster's Village Idiots are peddling the line that we are to be spared another 2p rise in petrol tax because Gordon really, really feels our pain.
We are supposed to fall to our knees, genuflecting in the direction of Downing Street, in humble gratitude at this act of generosity - which we are told will 'cost' the Treasury billions.
For a start, it won't 'cost' the Treasury anything. It's our money. Why the hell should we give thanks that the Government has decided to confiscate a few coppers less?
The Treasury has already raked in an extra £5 billion as a result of the rocketing price of petrol. Foregoing another 2p a litre scarcely amounts to hardship. We won't be seeing Alistair Darling begging in Whitehall with a mangy dog on a piece of string just yet.
However, the boys in the bubble think that this is what passes for 'news'.
Which brings us to Caroline Flint. Only in the Wonderful World of Westminster would this old boiler be considered something of a sex symbol.
I guess if you spent your life looking at Margaret Beckett and Ann Widdecombe, you would start to fantasise about Caroline Flint.
But frankly, she's always struck me as a hatchet-faced hag in need of a good wash. You'd have to drag her through a sheep dip full of Swarfega before I'd climb over Pole Dance Polly to buy her a candlelit supper. The ugliness comes from the inside, as it does with most of these gormless harridans.
But I can only assume she must be there for her looks. Because her brains aren't up to much.
Her Big Idea for solving the rising cost of mortgages is for people to sell their homes to the council under a 'rent-back' scheme.
Where does she think the councils are going to get the money from?
And was she too busy pouring lighter fuel on her Wonderbra at Greenham Common to notice that one of Mrs Thatcher's most popular policies was selling off council houses?
Only someone who has her mortgage interest and grocery bills met by the British taxpayer could possibly think that anyone who has scrimped and saved to buy their own home would voluntarily submit themselves to the tyranny of the Town Hall.
Most of us would rather repair to a cardboard box at the back of a pissoir.
I've remarked before on Labour's Back To The Future tendency. Thirty years ago, they were kicked out because the rubbish bins weren't emptied during the Winter of Discontent.
Now it's official policy not to collect the rubbish. And a quarter of a century after the Thatcher revolution, which enabled millions to become owner-occupiers, Labour's housing minister proposes turning Britain back into one giant council estate.
Where do they find these people?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1035028/Is-human-life-Planet-Labour.html
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Anyone else asking that question?
............................................................................................
Is there no human life on Planet Labour?
What is it with these people? First, Veggie Benn tells us that taking out a second mortgage to pay for a gallon of petrol is good for the soul.
Then the equally absurd Caroline Flint, a senior NCO in Labour's monstrous regiment of women, suggests the way to beat the credit crunch is for us to sell our houses to the council and rent them back.
Sometimes, as I believe I may have observed in the past, it is difficult to know where to start.
Only in New Labour La-La Land is the thought of people having to pay thirty bob for a litre of unleaded A Good Thing.
No doubt as Benn is chauffeured from muesli breakfast to tofu dinner in a gas-guzzling government limo, he reclines in the back seat and congratulates himself on all the polar bears being saved by the rampant spivvery in the oil futures casino and his own government's tax gluttony.
This is cost-free compassion at its most disgusting. There's nothing ministers enjoy more than salving their own consciences at the public's expense.
Of course, all this caring for the planet/Third World poor/blah blah never comes at any personal cost to politicians themselves.
Gordon Brown cheerfully pours £800 million of our money into the Swiss bank accounts of African tyrants so he can have his picture taken with Nelson Mandela.
So it's hardly surprising that barmy Benn - living proof that the apple rarely falls far from the tree - thinks that making motorists suffer for the sake of the Great Global Warming Lie is a price worth paying.
After all, he doesn't have to pay it, any more than he has to pick up the bill for a plasma telly from John Lewis.
Meanwhile, Westminster's Village Idiots are peddling the line that we are to be spared another 2p rise in petrol tax because Gordon really, really feels our pain.
We are supposed to fall to our knees, genuflecting in the direction of Downing Street, in humble gratitude at this act of generosity - which we are told will 'cost' the Treasury billions.
For a start, it won't 'cost' the Treasury anything. It's our money. Why the hell should we give thanks that the Government has decided to confiscate a few coppers less?
The Treasury has already raked in an extra £5 billion as a result of the rocketing price of petrol. Foregoing another 2p a litre scarcely amounts to hardship. We won't be seeing Alistair Darling begging in Whitehall with a mangy dog on a piece of string just yet.
However, the boys in the bubble think that this is what passes for 'news'.
Which brings us to Caroline Flint. Only in the Wonderful World of Westminster would this old boiler be considered something of a sex symbol.
I guess if you spent your life looking at Margaret Beckett and Ann Widdecombe, you would start to fantasise about Caroline Flint.
But frankly, she's always struck me as a hatchet-faced hag in need of a good wash. You'd have to drag her through a sheep dip full of Swarfega before I'd climb over Pole Dance Polly to buy her a candlelit supper. The ugliness comes from the inside, as it does with most of these gormless harridans.
But I can only assume she must be there for her looks. Because her brains aren't up to much.
Her Big Idea for solving the rising cost of mortgages is for people to sell their homes to the council under a 'rent-back' scheme.
Where does she think the councils are going to get the money from?
And was she too busy pouring lighter fuel on her Wonderbra at Greenham Common to notice that one of Mrs Thatcher's most popular policies was selling off council houses?
Only someone who has her mortgage interest and grocery bills met by the British taxpayer could possibly think that anyone who has scrimped and saved to buy their own home would voluntarily submit themselves to the tyranny of the Town Hall.
Most of us would rather repair to a cardboard box at the back of a pissoir.
I've remarked before on Labour's Back To The Future tendency. Thirty years ago, they were kicked out because the rubbish bins weren't emptied during the Winter of Discontent.
Now it's official policy not to collect the rubbish. And a quarter of a century after the Thatcher revolution, which enabled millions to become owner-occupiers, Labour's housing minister proposes turning Britain back into one giant council estate.
Where do they find these people?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1035028/Is-human-life-Planet-Labour.html
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Anyone else asking that question?
roll on the General Election - then we´ll know
Littlejohn likes to keep it over-simple to the point of inanity so he can understand it.
He reads books with big print and lots of pictures usually.
He is as poisonous as he is thick, unfortunately.
He reads books with big print and lots of pictures usually.
He is as poisonous as he is thick, unfortunately.
You obviously read his columns then.
Classic Mail action today.
On the new Lars Von Trier film 'AntiChrist'.....
The entire article is fairly hilarious actually.
linky
WARNING: Do not read if you want to actually watch the movie spoiler free. The insufferable high and mighty prick even has the gall to ruin the ending in his spasticational rant.
On the new Lars Von Trier film 'AntiChrist'.....
The entire article is fairly hilarious actually.
linky
WARNING: Do not read if you want to actually watch the movie spoiler free. The insufferable high and mighty prick even has the gall to ruin the ending in his spasticational rant.
An accurate summary.
spot on Wibble cnut of a paper read by absolute cnuts - I only read its E version to see what more rubbish they can fabricate and print - and it never disappoints me the crap they come up with to print
must also appeal to eejits defacing property or chucking things at people who just happen to have done summat they disagree with.
Small minded bigots sums them up just perfect
qed.
joy oh joy
Someone has resurrected the Daily Mail thread - and it wasn't topper or me.
Someone has resurrected the Daily Mail thread - and it wasn't topper or me.
Good ole Richard Littlejohn. Quote "No wonder Cherie's got Swine Flu. The Blairs have had their snouts in the trough for years".
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-1201037/LITTLEJOHN-No-wonder-Cheries-got-Swine-Flu-The-Blairs-snouts-trough-years.html
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-1201037/LITTLEJOHN-No-wonder-Cheries-got-Swine-Flu-The-Blairs-snouts-trough-years.html
errr p_ps-sock come out come wherever you are
Come on, give us another afterthought.
Good ole Richard Littlejohn. Quote "No wonder Cherie's got Swine Flu. The Blairs have had their snouts in the trough for years".
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-1201037/LITTLEJOHN-No-wonder-Cheries-got-Swine-Flu-The-Blairs-snouts-trough-years.html
Bliar and New Liebour -deserve each other and Brown a fitting successor to Bliar
Cherie has to be a fitting sow for Honest Tone (my government will be whiter than white) but of course he knew he was colour blind
With anyone else, you'd assume these were puns about the New Labour lies.
But with topper, you suspect they're just typos.
Not everyone who reads The Sun is an utter retard but ...............
Yeah, really cringeworthy article (no surprise there). Especially the way it overlooks the admission that "the tree raised concerns last Autumn".
Forget the headline...what the hell is going on with that womans legs?
They seem to be on a sports rampage of late as-well, damn commoners bringing the tone down.
Royal Ascot 2011: Brawl breaks out on Ladies Day as chair legs go flying | Mail Online
But in the end it was the smartly dressed blokes that caused all the trouble.
Royal Ascot 2011: Brawl breaks out on Ladies Day as chair legs go flying | Mail Online
But in the end it was the smartly dressed blokes that caused all the trouble.
You have to be smartly dressed at those things...It's no guarantee they weren't filthy commoners.
Charlie Brookers picked up on it..They've now moved it down the page and changed it to "On the day her teachers were on strike"
Well it's been on twitter all day and being (rightly) vilified, I doubt Charlie Brooker made them change it.
Even the poor old players don't escape their ire in their Wimbledon article along similar lines to the Royal Ascot one! (although I did agree with some points). New money is no good.
Yeah, I wasn't really meaning to sequitur those things.
You mean those horrendous stick thin anorexic looking ones.
Are they having a go at gingers too?
What a piece from them today:
Not linking
Not linking
Seems fairly standard?
Maciej Dakowicz 'Cardiff After Dark' binge-drinking images turned Britain into laughing stock | Mail Online
Pictures are quite good but the comments underneath are even better.
Pictures are quite good but the comments underneath are even better.
hahahahaha
Could've done without seeing the unwiped arse, myself.
is it bad that my first thought after seeing those pictures was "amateurs"?The unwiped arse of a liberal society.
Oh that's just typical. A little brown skin and you assume he must be a leftist.