Is kind of how I’ve been lately really. I’m afraid life’s been rather busy lately, and it’s stopped me giving my opinion of all things great and wonderful that have been happening in the world.
There’s the weather. Pollen infestation one day, hail and misery the next. If there is a God, which I am pretty sure there isn’t, you are in so much trouble for messing me about the way you have. I wish for once England like most of the world would follow the logic of having four seasons in a year, not four season in two fucking weeks.
There’s the resignation of David Laws, who has retsigned after it became public he spent £40 000 paying his boyfriend’s rent. Well, his fella has to have one hell of a pad is all I’m saying, talk about being looked after well. Give it three months and I reckon most Lib Dem Government officials will have “resigned” due to simillar reason. Not nessessarily because they are guilty, which Laws blatantly is, but because it’d be the easiest way for Cameron to ensure his government remains a Tory powerpoint. Lets face it, at the moment it’s pretty much like watching the KKK and a Gospel choir playing happy families, and there’s no way in hell that’ll last that long. Especially not five years, however much Cameron may want to continue doing Clegg and his mates up the arse.
England beat Bangladesh in their first test match. Well, who gives a shit, watching cricket’s like cutting your wrists then watching them bleed out slowly and think of it as entertainment.
Alicia Keys is pregnant, and getting married. Jealous.
The World Cup’s coming up, and England needed Japan to score two own goals to ensure they won their friendly the other day. Yes people, we’re so good we need Japan to score on our behalf. I’m sure that’ll win us the World Cup… really… Bunch of naive twats. When we go out you’re all going to blame Rooney for not running enough, or not scoring enough, so how about you stop cheering for the player who you jeer for most of the year and just start booing him now. That way he may realise that United really is greater than England. By a landslide people.
Dennis Hopper’s passed away. Gutted. For once I’m not going to make any jokes.
In other news, we’re still in a recession, the country is run by worms who are more worthless than a lab rat refusing to test the newest shade in lipstick and I have a bad ankle.
Till next time boys and girl,
I admit, I didn’t see it coming. Well at least not before the election. Is Nick Clegg really so desperate for power that he is willing to go into a coalition government with the party who is as far right as he is left? We will not get electoral reform under the Tories, ignore what they’re telling you Nicky, they’re lying. Did they promise you that they would not close the mines (are there even any left to close?) or that they would not steal any candy (or milk) from small children?
I for one feel like I’ve just been fucked up the backside by the biggest cock known to man, and I did not enjoy it at all. By the look of Lord Mandelson’s face on Sky, I’d make a well educated guess that it is in fact over. Labour should have done more to ensure a deal could be reached, that much is for certain, but the Liberal Democrats should never have gone in for a deal with the Tories. You’ve sold us out Nick, and it’s not for the better of the country, it’s for the better of you and your need for power, something which you will never achieve whilst working with the scum of the earth. You have sold your soul to the Devil, perhaps because he wears nice suits and speaks poshly and so you can relate to him.
I for one will never be able to forgive Nick Clegg for going in for a coalition with the Conservatives. You will not get what you want, there will be no Liberal Democrat passing of laws or policies, you will spend the next five years being raped prison style over and over by the devil and his hell hounds. And we will pay the price for you.
I hope you’re happy Nick, you have a few hours to make it up to me and prove me wrong, but I can’t see it happening. You’ve made me fall out of love with you, and I only hope that your party peers decide to go against your wishes, and if they do not you may all feel free to rot in hell.
So being the socially conscious girl that I am (I DO think about things besides sex people, hint read my other blogs too you perverts) of course I had to watch the Electoral debate last week. I have to admit I was pretty impressed with what I saw, especially from the Liberal Democrat leader, Nick Clegg. I know I have mentioned him before concluding that “It’s like PE class all over again isn’t it, no one is going to pick the silent geek in the back for their team, hell even his friends tend to struggle to remember who is some of the time.” Well Clegg, last Thursday you proved me wrong and the next time I’m playing football, I will make sure I pick you first.
Now I’m not going to get into a lengthy discussion on policies, promises and politics, mainly because I like to keep my blogs somewhat short. Plus I’d have to talk about Cameron to some extent and mentioning his name alone is enough to make me throw up a little in my mouth.
When watching the debate last Thursday I found it very strange how the colours of the Party Leaders’ ties seemed to be great representatives of how the three men of the moment managed their first live, televised debate. Brown’s pink tie was a pretty good image for the soft man that was portrayed. Despite at one point getting a good dig in against Cameron (which I am all for), Brown came across weak and pale, much like his tie, and his performance became worse as his tie went further and further away from the middle point. Now I realised one shouldn’t judge a politician purely on appearance, but if Brown cannot even keep his tie in the right place (and it was already crooked at the start of the debate) how is he supposed to manage another five years in charge of a country that he has already let down on several occasions? Plus, I’m pretty sure that the way he was going on, Brown himself would not vote for Labour, but instead give his vote to Clegg and the Liberal Democrats, for whom he seemed to develope more and more love.
Cameron. Oh Dave, you really are a twat. Firstly, your performance last week was horrendous. Not only did you fall apart answering questions, your face turning red with the stress you were seemingly under (Brown looked calmer than you, that’s not a good thing), but your baby blue tie, rather than give you youthful charm, enhanced your juvenile behaviour of jumping on everyone else rather than defending your own policies with even an ounce of conviction. And you have yet to stop. I really wish that politicians would realise that perhaps winning an election would be better done by talking about your policies and stick to the promises you make, or at least try to, rather than do nothing but badmouthing your opponents because you have no faith you can win in any other way.
I was very impressed with Nick Clegg last week, his golden tie was a lovely image for him becoming the golden boy after his brilliant performance on last week’s debate. Although I was prepared to say that I would love to vote for Clegg based on the tie alone (I really loved the tie, I’m weird like that), I have to admit I am very curious to see if Clegg keeps up his performance tonight, especially as he will be facing some very tough questions in regards to the latest accusations in regards to Lib Dem party donations going through his bank account. Although I admit that Clegg and his party still lack the national support to have a chance at winning the election, it would if nothing else make the next few weeks exciting if he can build on his performance and put his stamp on the race rather than leaving it to be a two man marathon heading for disaster (also known as a hung parliament).
For the record, Cameron believes that a hung parliament will lead to economic disaster and quite possibly another Vulcano outbreak which will eventually lead to the end of the world. Well if he’s that worried about our future, he could always drop out of the race and save us that way rather than attempting to scare people into voting for him.
Now lets be perfectly honest, this is not going to be a serious insight into the world of politics. Sure I am quite capable of being both serious and even making intelligent statements both for and against the different parties, but there are plenty of other people out there doing that and I’d suggest if that’s what you’re interested in you should read a newspaper. Well a broadsheet, I wouldn’t suggest opening up the Sun or any of the “papers” like that unless it’s for anything else but women who have had ballons fitted behind their nipples.
My first problem with the National Election is the date it’s being held. 6th of May 2010, surely the election should have been about three years ago before the country was forced to take the on a bulldog as Prime Minister because Tony Blair and his slimy smile decided to step down before the shit hit the fan. Oh, and Gordon, Tony may be “supporting” you in public, but I promise you, when he goes home, counting his money and touching himself from the excitement of all the power he is surrounded by… he still takes a second to have a giggle to himself over how he left you in charge of a roller-coaster about to go off the track.
David Cameron. He is young. He is charming. He makes YouTube videos where he has an incredibly creepy grin. Now, if you’re old enough to try and act “young and hip” or you use those words… chances are you are neither young or hip. You may however be seen as desperately trying to be. Now I admit, David Cameron does come across as one hell of nice guy, doesn’t he? The kind you’d want to take home to your mum because he’s just that eat him up alive sincere. Well, he’s a politicians, so that means he’s a born actor along with being a master class liar. Add to that, he’s a conservative. Remember how that ended last time? I guess at least Gordon Brown is too stupid to make a convincing liar, so for those of you who believed anything he ever said… never, ever, ever attempt to play poker with anyone above the age of five.
Nick Clegg. Oh Nick Clegg. Nicky Nicky Nicky Nicky Cleeeegg-erson (read whilst thinking football chant, you may get it). There’s not really much to say about Nick really. Except his head is scarily big for his tiny neck. Makes me think the weight of all those serious thoughts he must be having may very well make the poor man snap in two pieces. Now I don’t think Clegg is any worse, or better than the other two main candidates running for election, however I also think that there is no chance in hell that he will draw in enough voters to have a decent chance at winning. It’s like PE class all over again isn’t it, no one is going to pick the silent geek in the back for their team, hell even his friends tend to struggle to remember who is some of the time.
Of course there’s always Nick Griffin. Haha. Yeah I know, he makes Nick Clegg look like a viable winner doesn’t he. After all, not even in a country raged by the recession, anger about political scandals and decades of lazy immigration laws will give us a Nazi Prime Minister (I hope). Yes, I said it, he’s a Nazi. Sorry Griffin, but as much as you may try to hide it, and as much as your party may work to deny your racist (well beyond) tendencies, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if you slept with a first edition copy of Mein Kamf under your pillow. Your poor wife is all I can say, can’t be much of a turn on for her when her hubby only wants to have sex once he’s put on a fancy uniform and drawn a little stash under his nose with a black marker.
So who do you think you will vote for in the election? I think the best way of going about making your decission may very well be voting for the person you think may do the least amount of damage to the country. Can’t figure out which one that may be? Get a dart board and let lady luck decide, lets face it, either way, we’re probably screwed.