The Body Politic

The Body Politic or Blighty’s Rotting Corpse

Never in a very long life has Yours Truly seen such an exhibition as has just taken place in full view orf the World in the Hoise Orf Commons. Headless chickens orn heat don’t come near to describe it. ”Never wash your dirty linen in public and certainly not in front orf the natives”. Sage words that kept the Empire secure during many a time orf National Peril. Small wonder that arch arse-jockies Verhofstadt and Veradhka are puffed up with bile and venom and snapping their fangs at poor old Blighty’s privates. We are a laughing stock having lorst all honour. Poor Sir Winston that your shade must endure such a spectacle in your beloved Hoise Orf Commons. Within the hour YT was driven to me whiskey.

Now I find within me such rage, such contempt for our elected representatives and their conniving deceits that I must go to the grave with hate in me heart.
Forgive but never Forget?
How often those words were spoken during the late Commemorations and Remembrances for the Fallen of two World Wars. Leaves before the wind now,beyond pain and blood, their lives lost in defence of distant foreign lands, their sacrifice now repaid with cold contempt for their homeland.
So what now. More declamatory rhetoric? Just a simple statement of fact. Like many others on here I am proud to be an Englishman. We may not be aroinde for long, there may not be many orf us left. Yes the memory will go on and let it be like this.
Let us never Forget and never Forgive.

Nominated by Sir Limply Stoke

The Tory Party

At my advanced time of life there are not many things that I can genuinely claim to have never done before, but tonight I can genuinely say that I have done so.

Tonight I was ejected from the AGM of my local Conservative Constituency Association. Yes, I admit to being a card carrying member of the Tory Party. In fact I joined last year with the express desire of being able to hold my Remainer MP to account for defying the will of her constituents.

Now party politics is not new to me. In 2015 I voted for UKIP and was a member of UKIP at the time. UKIP meetings were a bit of a shambles but at least they were all singing from the same hymn sheet and believed passionately in what they were putting forward to the electorate which is more than I can say for the Tories.

It started badly as not one single person on the front table thought to introduce themselves as they got up to speak. This always bodes ill with me because of the arrogant assumption that they are so bloody important we are just expected to know who they are. I’d never seen them before so was forced to ask – which didn’t go down well. Never mind.

After the usual formal waffle it was our MPs turn to address the meeting. The chap next to me leapt in and gave an passionate address about the Brexit shambles and the splits in the party and how if they didn’t get their shit together they would be massacred at the next election and how he’d never vote for them again. Pretty much what I intended to say so he saved me the trouble.

This was met with much derision from the assembled masses and a sprited response from the MP who proceeded to bang on about how much better things were under the Tories and how Corbyn was too dangerous to be allowed into power. Much of this has sod all to do with Brexit and totally failed to address my friend’s point.

I could resist no longer. I interjected by asking why if things were so good for the UK why we were kowtowing to a bunch of unelected EU dictators and why we didn’t have the balls to tell them to get stuffed. She waffled on about how good the Capitulation Agreement was because we needed a deal for our own good.

I asked what we would be getting for our money. That’s 39 billion plus 10 billion a year for the two year transition plus 8.4 billion a year that we collect on import duties and hand over to Brussels. That’s a total of 76 billion pounds or £1,200 for every person regardless of age in the UK.

That was met with a grunt of disgust from a bloke behind me so I pointed out that for a party that professes to care for the disadvantaged and needy in society, robbing them of £1,200 per head was a little hypocritical.

Our illustrious MP was a getting a little flustered at this point and got really cross when I continued by asking her what the whip would be in the forthcoming votes (she’s a whip) and how she justified supporting remain in defiance of the Conservative manifesto and against the wishes of the electorate in her leave voting Constituency.

At this point she lost the plot and suggested I leave the meeting, so as I could no longer tolerate her unbearable arrogance and hypocrisy, I decided to comply.

It will be interesting to see how that is reported in the minutes. Probably along the lines of “there was a sprited discussion with our MP” fullstop. After all, nobody asked my name and I didn’t tell them. If it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for me.

The Tory Party was once known as the nasty party but I prefer to regard it now as the Arrogant Party. Seems its OK to be open and a ‘broad church, one nation Conservative’ as long as you go along with everything they say without question.

That’s not my way as my regular reader will know and never will be, so I say a heart felt “Fuck you” as I exit stage right.

Is it any wonder the EU are shitting all over us with this shower in charge?…

Nominated by Dioclese

Brexit Profiteering

So emergency news splashs orf Blighty running oit orf medicines due to “stockpiling”. Oh no it ain’t. It is down to fucking profiteering. A three or fourfold mark up to the NHS (orn drugs it already pays exorbitantly for) and severe shortages orf common prescription drugs to further jack up the costs – dear old supply and demand (funny that that never seems to work the other way aroinde though). Remember the decimalization mark-ups?

So what is in short supply? Top orf the list Citalopram (anti-depressant) and Naproxen (strong pain killer).

So what drugs keep Yours Truly’s old arse motoring orn in these shitehole times? You guessed it plus rumours abound orf a black market in ticker meds and Viagara. Fuck. Treble bugger.

To much to expect that HMG will set controlled prices for the drugs that keep the NHS (and Yours Truly) running. Let the market decide? Fucking Tory dogma. Shite. Have bought in a few barrels (not kegs) orf me single malt as an alternative prescription.

Nominated by Sir Limply Stoke

Grieve & Bercow

Has there ever been a pair of more treacherous cunts in the history of modern British politics?

This morning it is revealed that John “Bollocks to Brexit” Bercow held a meeting in his plush taxpayer funded apartment with arch Remoaner Dominic Grieve the evening before Bercow completely rode roughshod over constitutional protocol by allowing Grieve to table an amendment to an unamendable bill..

Grieve’s comment on the meeting? “I often speak to the Speaker about all sorts of things. We’re fellow Buckinghamshire MPs. But I am not in the business of suborning Speakers. They make up their own minds. I tabled my amendment without speaking to the Speaker. How the Speaker decided to approach the amendment is a matter for him.” So it was all just a coincidence then? Like fuck do I believe that one!

Meanwhile in his Buckinghamshire constituency, the chair of the local party said he had been ‘bombarded’ with letters of complaint about Grieve calling for him to be deselected. He added: ‘We don’t want him to stay as our MP. If he tries to stand again I would personally hurl rotten tomatoes at him.’

Grieve’s comment? He said he was “unaware of any calls by local Beaconsfield Tory association members for him to be deselected over his actions last week and denied that he plans to stand down at the next Election.” Well, it’s in the national press this morning so I guess he’s aware of it now? I find his statement incredulous – but then he is a lawyer!

And as for Mr Bollocks to Brexit? A spokesman said “Meetings with parliamentarians are private and we do not comment on them.”

A pair of undemocratic, untrustworthy cunts if ever there was one…

Nominated by Dioclese

The Media

The media deserve a right royal cunting. Whether it be social or mainstream, it appears they are all bias cunts.

Facebook blocked ads from today without warning and because of ‘changes to their advertising policy’ that they conveniently made yesterday. They have said that all political ads have to prove who paid for them and that they are a UK resident. No remain ads have been removed mind, because they must be all above board and British (Gina Miller/George Soros etc).

Which moves me on to the mainstream media, the British Brainwashing Cunts, The Cuntian, The Financial Cunts, The Cunts Express etc. Have not had one headline story regarding the benefits of Brexit only the negative POSSIBLE impacts. Talk about telling one side of the story, I’m not surprised saggy tits is selective which channel she wants her debate with Catweazel on, she’ll want David Dimblebum to vet the questions asked and keep the argument away from no deal Noel.

Nominated by elboobio