TOM BALDWIN & PANSY LABOUR REMAINERS:

The BBC is raising my blood pressure this morning with the news that this self regarding Twitter fucker (“writer, Labour adviser, now back on the inside” – inside of what? – Mangledbum’s arsehole?). Scribbler is a more honest term than writer.

Baldwin with the body of a man of 52 and the mindset of a 12 year old is seeking to encourage Corbyn and Dame Keir Starmer to change Labour’s mind (what mind?) over their Brexit strategy and to support a “people’s vote” (stupid bleeder doesn’t seem to know we had that in June 2016) on Brexkt.

Baldwin was the chief adviser to the woeful Edward Miliband, and we can only wonder if Labour are so fucking stupid they will take advice from the man who made Miliband deliver his own tombstone in Hastings (remember the seven or was it eight commandments?).

Of course we all know Dame Keir (stick a hat with cherries on top of it on him and he would look for all the world like a Victorian virgin who had stepped out without her corsets and seen a mouse) is itching for another referendum but is too fucking gutless to admit it, and self interest will doubtless tempt Labour’s union paymasters to kowtow, even though pansy Labour and the unions hate each other with a passion. That they are prepared to entertain the ideas of Baldwin, a man with all the charm of a phimosis ridden foreskin, shows their intellectual poverty.

The only good thing that might come of this is that the terminally stupid Dominic Grieve (who looks like one of the Pope’s naughty priests) and Anna Loudcunt Soubry and Tory poofta-toff Alan Duncan might shut the fuck up and stop encouraging this dismissal of democracy. I doubt it will stop Ken Clarke and Lord Heseltine who desperately needs EU money to keep his vanity arboreum going.

How the fuck can anyone take Labour seriously – Corbyn wants the keys to No 10 so he can turn the back garden into a dung stenched allotment, but Chukaduckie and the right on backbenchers have other ideas. Fuck a second referendum, lets have a full on civil war amongst the Labour fuckwits.

Perhaps Baldwin and his fancy friends are hoping to cure Junker of his alcoholism so that his brewers droop gets cured so he can give them the good fucking they crave and deserve. I fear that is too late. They will just have to be content with sucking Barniers rancid dick that probably reeks of Stilton.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs