Colonel Davidson, leader of the Scottish “don’t call us” Conservative Party, appeared on Radio 4 this morning condemning the locker-room culture at Westminster. She’s made calls to “clean out the stable.” With the amount of horse shit she spouts this is indeed a task for Hercules.
I’ve just put myself through the second of Kezia’s interviews from this weekend.
Oh my fucking god, why would you do that to yourself? She repeats he same lines re party unity again and again and just looks foolish.When will politicians learn that people do not want to hear the same soundbite.
When you vote Tory.
This started as a full on rant, but to be honest it depresses me that people keep voting for them. Even looking at the dire alternatives available there is always a better choice.
The film at least had a great cast, a pity the same cannot be said of the Westminster’s tribute act of the Brexit team. This week all three have shown themselves up as unfit to deal with the complexities of what faces them.
I’ll start with a quick follow up from yesterday’s blog. Not long after I posted it the Record ran with “North Ayrshire Labour blast SNP councillors for resigning while leader holidays in Italy“. So the day after planning a coup to take over the Council he’s complaining that they got it without a fight. Labour and coups – you just know this will end up replacing piss ups and breweries.
The upside of having restricted access to my blog this last week is that I haven’t felt the need to put in to words how I feel about the relentless, unending clusterfuck that is the Labour party. I’ve found “Now what?” and ” You are fucking kidding me!” have generally sufficed this week.
As I’m now able to blog again, I need to get myself up to date so bear with me.