If you ever had tears to shed, be prepared with a bucket and a packet of Lidl paper hankies, as yet another Labour grande-dame, gives us the latest episode of Other People’s Heartaches. If possible read this with Tchiakovsky’s 6th in the background, or the slow movement of Rachmaninov’s Second Piano Concerto, or even Max Jaffa fiddling away on Danny Boy:

https://labourlist.org/2021/11/thornberry-on-poverty-in-childhood-terrible-father-and-rochester-tweet/

The recent scripts MUST have been written by the new Galton and Simpson, or Muir and Norden – Alcoholic Ali Campbell and Peter Queenie Mandelson, so opportunistic are they – certain sponsored by Walls, the way the ham is ladelled out., but they are laugh out loud – funny, without being vulgar.

Apart from being second to none in handing out the invective, she tells us how beastly daddy was to her. I assume, was she as broad in the beam as a child, as she is today, Pa Thornberry got sick and tired of replacing the lavatory seat every week where the future Lady Nugee cow kept breaking it.

We have had Starmer, son of a blue collared horny handed son of toil – imagine Steptoe and Son set in the Surrey countryside, and now old Emmy playing the poverty card. Perhaps that is why she always looks as if she has had one two many – if she had it hard, that’s just the way she liked it, till she found Mr. Right. Even had he been Mr. Wrong.

Social climbing arseholes the lot of them. It is so obvious what they are doing, but the problem is, so many gullible people will believe the codswallop.

Thanks as ever, to the compilers of Labour List, for a really side splitting read.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

The mouthy lavatory blocker has been at it again.

Yes, her Ladyship knows best – no doubt she is still distressed at seeing that white van parked outside a house with the flag of St. George flying over the house (why couldn’t the insensitive MAN have at least been sensitive enough to have a black van?)

Look at her gob – you could post letters in it. What with her and Dame Keir Starmer today and Steptoe sounding as if dementia is catching up with him, this should be a final wake-up call for the Conservatives at their conference next week. For Christ’s sake reach a compromise – any deal that divorces us is better than no deal and quite possibly a ramshackle Labour *government*. Once you have the resignation letter in the post you can move forward. I wouldn’t trust Labour any further than I could spit at them. Their *extension* would last forever.

The face of this self satisfied old trollop, the condescending voice, the total bloated oily heap of shit means everyone who believes in democracy should line up to insure that she and her cretinous arsehole *colleagues* should be permanently kept out of office

Nominated by W.C.Boggs