And the winner of the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize is - a slick, snake-oil salesman from the Windy City, for doing sweet FA. The politics of false hope are alive and well and living in the audacity of hype of Obamaland. What a joke.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Up Close and Personal With Dave
Cameron got up close and personal in a solid speech to the party faithful with an owl-like eye on voters, blasting Brown and his fag-end government for a decade of disaster and failure.
Labels:
Cameron,
General Election
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Brown's Afghan Coat Shot To Pieces
After a little bit of leaking, Tories have been forced to reveal a new recruit in the ex-army chief fresh from delivering a broadside to Bullet-ridden Brown. The move may bring a ray of hope to war-weary voters and brave souls sent to their deaths in the Afghan killing fields.
Labels:
Afghanistan,
Brown,
Cameron,
Dannatt,
Obama
Champagne Chasing Chumps
The sad old Mirror is trying it on with a last ditch bid to nail champagne quaffing Tories to the Toffs mast and stitch up the hell-raising Bullingdon Boys. Calm down dears - it's only a general election. That sort of thing would never have happened in the two-faced Blair years.
Labels:
Blair,
Cameron,
General Election,
Mirror
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
The Day Boy George Grew Up
Boy George had his big day after practicing a stern look in the mirror, despite sneaky Darling's plan to rain on his parade. But has Boy George got his 'cuts' message across and grown up as chancellor Osborne?
Labels:
Brown,
Cameron,
Darling,
General Election,
Osborne
Monday, October 05, 2009
Death By Tory Triangulation
Tory attack plans are now clear as the welcome home Party gets into full swing. Ducking Dave has to deliver big and bold, with a touch of triangulation and spot of strangulation. New Labour on speed.
Labels:
Brown,
Cameron,
General Election
Sunday, October 04, 2009
'Hit N Run' Hattie Drives Cops Crazy
'Hit-and-Run' Hattie is in trouble with the law for allegedly doing a runner, after crashing into a parked car while talking on her mobile. Before scarpering off, the siren of the sisterhood had the cheek to wind down her window, blurting: "I'm Harriet Harman - you know where you can get hold of me." You don't have to be posh to be privileged.
Labels:
Baroness Scotland,
Harman
Dave's Reality Or Hyped-Up Hope
The Tory conference opens with a bang with Dave facing a grilling by Marr, while wriggling around doing the EU referendum shuffle. Cameron has to prove he's a man who can. Faced with smug Brown it shouldn't be too difficult.
Labels:
Brown,
Cameron,
EU Referendum,
Thatcher
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