Thirteen Angry Men

Was it Uncle Remus who asked 'you can hide de fire bu' wha' you gonna do wid de smoke?' Thirteen 'specialist medics' have come together to allege that Dr David Kelly was murdered and although the allegation may, or may not, be true it seems clear that efforts were made to ensure that the truth should never be known. Given what we know already about documentary sex it is pleasant to consider that the war criminal Blair has no more than ten months to find a safe haven for himself, his duck faced bitch of a wife, the arse licker Campbell and that artful bugger the ignoble paedophile Lord Moldevort.

Better Than Nothing

It may only be a rise of 0% but at least it is a rise, and that's better than no rise at all, isn't it?

As an aside: Gruff thought the barely suppressed amusement evident on Mr Speaker's face beneath the dignity of the office but no less enjoyable for that.


Gruff thanks to Steve Green, of Daily Referendum, for the video

Backbench Rebellion Over Mail Privatisation?

They haven't the balls.

Credit Where Credit is Due

Gruff is not and has never been a Tory, though he has voted Conservative, but he has long admired the superlative oratorical skills of the Rt Hon William Hague MP. One of very few in the House of Commons keeping up the standard of speechifying that was the norm until not so very long ago (when Prime Ministers could string three words together without stuttering endlessly), he might guarantee a Conservative landslide were he leader now.

He is certainly one of the handful Gruff would spare were he responsible for deciding whom is to be despatched à la Comrade Beria and whom with meat hook and piano wire.


Gruff thanks to Guthrum, at Looking For a Voice, for the video.

Who Could Resist Posting This

Gruff thanks to Tom Paine at, The Last Ditch, for the video.

Plebs, Proles and Miners' Baths

Seventy or eighty years ago it was not infrequently 'opined' (by ladies with very delicate hands) that giving miners baths was a waste of time as they'd only keep their coal in them (polite laughter all round). We've come a very long way since then, and we're all so much more 'modern' (a very fashionable word seventy or eighty years ago) and we know that miners can not only use a bath but actually choose one so it ought not to come as too much of a surprise to learn that the plebs and proles of 'The North' have chosen two (yes, that's right, 2) BNP MEPs, and there's the rub: You give them the vote and they repay you by using the bath in ways you could never imagine.

Mellors always had far too much to say for himself.

Turkeys Vote For Christmas

It looks as though Brown has carried the meeting with the Parliamentary Labour Party and thus survives to stutter and stumble through another day, and the 300 or so following, dragging the country ever lower as he does so. Most Labour Party members, of whom Gruff was once an active one, were aware that New Labour was never very much more than a marketing exercise but many hoped that a degree of economic literacy had been inculcated in the collective psyche. The past twelve years have shown that deprived of it's head of marketing the party cannot help but return to its long discredited sales pitch for economic insanity. What is truly startling about this evening's meeting is that a class of people who are politically motivated, politically focused and, more importantly, politically educated should prove themselves to be politically illiterate.

Wake up boys and girls and smell the sage and onion!

Vote Cast ...

... now to grow old waiting for the results. For the County Council election I voted for the only independent candidate, without knowing anything about her, and for the irrelevant election I voted, for the first and almost certainly the last time, for UKIP. Mrs Gruff voted as I did for the county and for A. N. Other party for the irrelevance.

We hope for the sake of protest that our choices do well in the irrelevance and for the sake of local democracy in the county 'do'.

PMQs

Wasn't The Grooovey One good? Wasn't he though? Didn't he run rings round a frantically stuttering Tartan McReich's Führer? No he wasn't and no he didn't. He was bloody useless.