Miliband to marry

Mr Edward "Ed" Miliband announces that he will marry his "partner" in May.

I find it telling that in modern, go-ahead Britain a man can have two children by a woman, overlook the little detail of marrying her, and not see his political career go into the toilet. It wasn't that long ago that any politician with a survival instinct superior to a lemming's would have at least practiced the tribute that hypocrisy pays to virtue and hit the altar before the birth of Son No. 1.  Having failed to do so both times and going on to become Labour leader, Mr Miliband is like a lemming that jumped off the cliff, landed on a motorway, wandered through an abattoir, took a short cut through an animal shelter specialising in rabid dogs that haven't been fed in a week, made it to town unscratched, and was given the Lemming of the Year award.

I can't decide if it says more about how decadent our society has become*, how low a standard we've come to hold politicians to**, or the utter contempt that the Political Class hold for the opinions of Outer Party members***.   At least Mr Lloyd George was discreet with his mistresses.

As usual, The Daily Mash has its finger on the pulse of the story.

*As in, for a man who seeks to become Prime Minister perhaps his getting a woman pregnant twice and not marrying her may indicate a lack of character–or at least decisiveness.

**i.e., "It doesn't matter, they're all bottom feeders anyway.

***"Okay, so what if I eat the odd baby for breakfast?  What are you going to do about it?"

A peaceful demonstration–aside from rioting and pillaging

Mr Edward "Ed" Milliband, having gone off the deep end, thinks that subjecting Britain to a fatal game of Beggar Your Neighbour is the equivalent to the US civil rights movement.  You know, the movement that didn't turn cities into battle zones while screaming cries of "Smash the state!".

I never ceased to be amazed by the brass of the MSM.  If a peaceful conservative demonstration is cursed by one looney with a rude sign about the tree of liberty and the blood of tyrants, we get barrels of ink spilled about the "culture of violence".   If thousands of barbarians riot, smash, pillage, and burn in the centre of London, we're admonished not to think that the day was other than a "family affair" marred by a "few".

Few in this context is a small army.

"Family affair"

On the bright side, if this load of parasites gets their way, we'll see very few such demonstrations in the future–not because the Left will be satiated, but because Britain will be so broke that even the basic infrastructure will collapse.  Demos will then be confined to those who live (or, at least, hide) in the ruins of what was once Westminster.

A matter of perspective

The BBC looks at "the world's longest suicide note" and concludes that, "See, it isn't so insane after all" instead of, "My God, have we gone so insane that we actually ended up implementing most of this drivel and added on a couple more levels of daftness for good measure?!?"

I particularly like this little gem:

(S)omebody calling for the government not to renew the Trident missile system, might not be viewed as a left-wing idealist.

True, "irresponsible, possibly pacifist, but more likely self-loathing Marxist nutcase who wants to work out his issues with his father by placing Britain at the mercy of her enemies" is more likely.

Michael Foot (1913-2010)

Mr Michael Foot, former leader of the Labour party, has gone to his reward.

I never cared toffee for Mr Foots politics. I regarded them as wrong headed, inimical to human freedom, a threat to any hope of national prosperity, and a disaster for his own party. They didn't call his 1983 manifesto the "world's longest suicide note" for nothing. Worse, he was either a Communist fellow traveller or the most unobservant man in history–one who couldn't possibly have remained oblivious as Labour was infiltrated by the KGB and its leaders went to Moscow cap in hand to have their policies vetted by the Kremlin. Not to mention that in matters of party discipline he was as effective as Helen Keller at a skeet shoot. On the other hand, Mr Foot was a man of convictions who could always state them clearly, a master of the English language, and was never willing to sell out his principles in order to merely win an election, which even in his most ignominious defeat gave him the air of a man who would have charged the guns at Balaclava without hesitation.

Compared to his successors, a self-serving rabble who utterly lack principles or even respect for the Britain itself, this eloquent, well-read, tragically deluded, slightly comic man comes off looking like a pillar of respectability.

Sleep well, sir.

Harriet Harman: The gift that keeps on giving

New Labour deputy leader Harriet Harman:

I don’t agree with all-male leaderships. Men cannot be left to run things on their own. I think it’s a thoroughly bad thing to have a men-only leadership.

This level of naked bigotry is breathtaking and it's telling that Mrs Harman hasn't been told by Mr Gordon Brown to hand in her cards immediately. I also suspect that if she were given the option of an all-female leadership, she'd sing a different tune about "progress" and "equality"–neither of which she'd recognise if she fell over them.

If she ever does manage to take Mr Brown's place, then New Labour will end up with fewer MPs than the Forward to Mars party.

Go, Harriet!

Because He's The Only One We've Got!

Jeremy Clarkson has raised the ire of a load of Labour MPs who claim he called Gordon Brown a "One-eyed Scottish idiot".

Mind you, in the quote in question he didn't refer to Mr. Brown by name, so how did they...?

Labour Sinking

Labour has come in fifth in the Henley by-election–behind both the Greens and the BNP.

Anyone who knows the lyrics to "Nearer my God to thee" is requested to ring Labour headquarters.

Into Airstrip One, Probably

Labour's new slogan is "Strength to Change Britain."

The question is, into what, Mr. Brown? Into what?

Out With The New, In With The Old

New Labour 1994 - 2007 RIP

Tony Blair's political corpse hadn't even minutes to cool before his party dumped the phrase "New Labour" like a live hand grenade and returned to the old red rose logo.

This may herald a revival of the giddy idiocies of Old Labour, but given Mr. Blair's unquestioning fascination with modernity and all that mischief it's caused, the move still has a certain natural justice to it.

Sledgehammer Law

Young hoodlums illegally driving mini-motos keep honest citizens awake. Do you:

1. Call for stricter enforcement of the law prohibiting such machines on the road.
2. Demand special licences for owning and operating them.
3. Introduce legislation so asinine and draconian that it would effectively outlaw all motorbikes everywhere, even in museums and private collections.

If you said 3, congratulations! You are now the Labour MP for Manchester Blackley!

And Now We Are Three

Good News: New Labour plans to keep the nuclear detterent force. Bad news: It's going to be with three submarines instead of four with only 150 warheads.

To paraphrase Bilbo Baggins, it's a bit thin, like butter spread over too much bread.