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Cameron, Clegg And Miller: You’ve Got Mail…

Label given to any person who craves attention to such an extent that they will do anything to receive it. The type of attention (negative or positive) does not matter.

Urban Dictionary definition of “attention whore”: “Label given to any person who craves attention to such an extent that they will do anything to receive it. The type of attention (negative or positive) does not matter”. Pictured above, Maria Miller.

If you were at Mass yesterday (and if you are one of my three UK readers I’d dare say you were) you will have noticed the initiative of the letter to be sent to your MP against the Cameron, Clegg and Miller abomination squad. One can debate whether it was smart to wait until so late (I don’t think it was, at all), but there’s no doubt there was a sense of urgency, and our (as, I am sure, most) homily was devoted to the issue.

I have read somewhere (alas, I can’t always remember where I read things…) some Tory MPs admit in private they receive eighty complaints about sodomarriage for every one about Brussels. This is encouraging. I am resigned to a clear defeat in the lower house (again, also due to the fact that the Church started too late to set the wheels of opposition seriously in motion), but I want to be halfway confident we’ll have much better cards in the House of Lords, and one never knows whether the Tories wake up, finally realise Cameron has mutated them in a bunch of wannabe stiletto-heeled trannies, and decide to act.

There are rumours about a coup this at regular intervals, the latest ones only some hours old and for the moment unfounded. Still, the way I know the Tory party they have the stabbing of their leaders down to a fine art, so there’s at least a modicum of hope. This, particularly if the Church starts an insisted work of demolition of the kind of abomination that minions of Satan like Maria Miller call “inclusiveness”.

If you are one of my three readers, I know you have filled your letter, and unfortunately it is now rather too late to ask you to spread the word about the letter among your relatives and acquaintances. This initiative might be successful, or it might flounder for lack of preparation and proper tam-tam.  If this were to be the case, I hope no one will be discouraged, or will lend any ear to the usual prophets of doom and assorted Wormtongues preaching the embracing of defeat in order to avoid a worse one (one is reminded of some French bishops…). 

We shall see. It is good wheels are getting in motion, but one always the impression this is an army with the worst generals ever appointed.

Mundabor 

Cameron Drives Tory Party To The Wall On “Gay Marriage”

We should have known “gay marriage” wasn’t far away…

Those who thought Cameron a clever boy must be changing their mind very rapidly, as our man insists (for now)  in not wanting to ditch the perverted idea of “gay marriage” in the face of a growing opposition within the party.

We have seen the same attitude with the Lords’ reform, and on that occasion our man ended up with a historic humiliation, to which he was forced to avoid a defeat which would have put his permanence as Prime Minister very clearly into question.

Of course, Cameron has his motives. Firstly, he has this stupid idea that he can attract Labour voters without losing his own supporters; a  very imprudent reasoning even before the UKIP, and absolute madness now. Secondly, he has this other idea that values don’t count, votes do. Therefore, he goes where he thinks the votes are, and who cares whether the sane part of England is up in arms: as long as he thinks there is something to be gained, he will keep the course. Thirdly – and interestingly – he might be influenced – as conservative journalists started to theorise some days ago; perhaps trying to rationalise what must be sheer stubborn and political stupidity,but more probably hitting the bull’s eye – by the circle of liberal friends around his rather too liberal wife. A PM is a man too, and besides having his own domestic peace to maintain – Cameron is certainly no Duce at home; more likely a Neville Chamberlain –  one has to think that whilst the man might not give a damn about what a dozen million of country Tories think, he might well be afraid of losing face in front of two or three dozen of family acquaintances; with the added spice of sexual perverts no doubt well represented among them, as is de rigueur nowadays.

Well, it is becoming increasingly more evident the liberal wife is a luxury Cameron will find more and more politically expensive. The support around him is eroding visibly; he has lost long ago the aura of the knight in shining armour running to the rescue of Toryism, and those who don’t despise him certainly do not fear him at all (see Brussels, and Lords).

Now Cameron may console himself thinking – like the other populist trollop, Boris Johnson, who is at least popular that his message works rather well among the populace of the conurbations. What he conveniently forgets is that there are a lot of seat that have nothing to do with conurbations, many of them are in Tory hands, he has lost a number of them in 2010 and runs the risk of losing many more in 2015, as the UKIP slowly but surely emerges as the real Conservative party also for first-past-the-post elections.

It appears now up to thirty seats are officially in danger, and even our Chameleon must understand even half of that number would mean sudden death for a man who has been unable to win outright against Gordon Brown (who was the equivalent of Joe Biden without the smiles and an embarrassment for his own close relatives, and the family cat) and who must, absolutely must  deliver an outright majority come 2015 if he is ever to see Number 10 from the inside again.

Cameron does not get (not because he be so stupid; because he does not want to accept this simple truth) that he does not get much support from the perverts (who will vote Labour, or if they drink wine LibDem, anyway) but loses massively among the socially conservative who keep him in power. It’s a situation with no upside outside his (wife’s) circle of acquaintances, and as the elections approach we will see him increasingly criticised by the same pervert activists whom he claims to support. What a joke, and what a vote loser.

A more intelligent man (one like Kohl, say; at least before he lost the coordinates during his last mandate)  would now graciously steer the ship in the direction the party wants, without ever letting it appear as a concession or a defeat; actually, a man like the Kohl of the first three mandates would have rather avoided finding himself in Cameron’s situation in the first place. Kohl knew how to be arrogant, but his arrogance did not come to the point of letting him believe he can have his way just for the asking. He also had very sensitive antennae for the needs of his party boys on the ground, whilst Cameron prefers the support of his wannabe intellectual circle of friends and assorted sodomites.  

Cameron does neither the first (quietly get out of the choppy waters) nor the second (avoid being there in the first place) and he still insists in his and Clegg’s pet project (Clegg had a lot of pet projects; but they have been dying like flies…). Cameron  is, in fact,  so much in love with his idea of the glib “pragmatic” politician who installs himself in the centre and reigns happily ever after that he does not see that his subjects are growing restive, and the dagger might not be far away.

Let us pray the dagger comes before 2015 and, when it comes, goes straight through his heart.

After that, I don’t mind how glib he looks at his evenings with his (or more probably, his wife’s) “gay friends”.

He has deserved them, and they him.

Mundabor

Official: Nick Clegg Is A “Liberal”

In a rather funny turn of event, Nick Clegg was forced to backpedal on the “bigot” slur he clearly wanted to express – tolerant as he is – and had to say something vaguely pathetic about it not being like him to call his opponents “bigots”. Try another one.

The official explanation is now that there were (for some reason) two drafts of the speech: the “good” one was approved by the oh so tolerant Clegg but, miraculously, there was also another one which was not approved but was – certainly because of the intervention of Mister Magoo, who had confused the two – distributed to the press instead. The excuse is neither intelligent nor original, and an apology would have been more dignified. Alas, it would not have been very much Lib-Dem.

If you do not live in the UK, you must understand Clegg’s remark from the background of a massive opposition to the so-called “gay marriage”, which caused Cameron’s stool to shake visibly and forced him to admit the matter is now, erm, on ice. Obviously, though – being this the man they call “Chameleon” – the unwanted policy remains wanted at the same time, in the sense that it is still official intention of the government to introduce a measure the biggest party in government flatly refuses. If you think this is too stupid to be true, please consider they have done the same with the reform of the Lords.

Now, Mr Clegg is at the moment struggling to give his supporters one single reason to justify his existence as the Chameleon’s girlfriend, and wants to show some muscle to the perverted troops and their supporters, constituting a stronghold of the Lib-Dem electorate. Therefore, the phrase

“Continued trouble in the economy gives the bigots a stick to beat us with, as they demand we ‘postpone’ the equalities agenda in order to deal with ‘the things that people really care about’.”

is perfectly to be expected and very much in tune with Clegg’s conception of being “liberal”. Please also note the speech was meant for an audience of committed friends of sexual perversion, and some spice therefore had to be delivered.

Alas, the embarrassingly inadequate Clegg has once again showed he is no material for a Deputy Prime Minister, let alone an MP.

On the other hand, he seems the born “liberal”.

To better explain to the overseas readership what a nincompoop the man is, I must go back some months, when the intrepid friends of the sodomites expressed himself like this:

We have a moral duty to the next generation to wipe the slate clean for them of debt. We have set out a plan – it lasts about six or seven years – to wipe the slate clean to rid people of the deadweight of debt that has been built up over time.

It is clear here that dear Deputy Prime Minister does not know the difference between public debt and structural deficit (which is what the government would like to get rid of in the next six or seven years; the mountain of debt will, of course, remain). But again, if you are a Lib-Dem these things do not even have to be a great embarrassment to you.  Engage yourself more in favour of the sodomites and your utter incompetence in matters of… numeracy will be forgotten.

Or so he thought.

Mundabor

To start the Year, a “Homophobic” Monthy Python video

Let us start the year with a clearly “insensitive”, “homophobic” Monthy Python video.

I can see our Prime Minister and his Prime Girlfriend taking this seriously, and praising it as an example of the new times….

Hat tip to Linen on the Hedgerow

Nick Clegg And The Edwardians

No doubt his Edwardian ancestors are turning in their grave

Glad of having saved his political career (largely, courtesy of his bosom buddy Dave) Nick Clegg now tries to gain some points making himself beautiful among his more “progressive” voters.

As you probably know, Nick Clegg is one of those new-breed politicians without any notion of the fact that God made two sexes for a reason. He may be partially excused because he doesn’t believe in God (insofar as one can be excused for non believing in God), but one would have thought that at his age and with three children it would have occurred to him that men and women are wired somewhat differently.

In Mr. Clegg’s world, the concept that a mother would stay at home and accompany her children in the first phase of their life is not something natural, but an option at best. In Mr. Clegg’s world a woman who has just had a child and wants to go back to conquer the world (?) leaving her child alone with her husband is not only not what Italians would call (and Italians know about happy families a bit more than Clegg) una madre snaturata, but she has even the right to feel persecuted if she is “judged” by what he calls “Edwardian” mentality (and we call thinking).
Therefore, in Mr. Clegg’s world a mother should be free to dump her child to the care of her husband (a person, well, not naturally hardwired to be mother and I hope that Clegg will agree on this, though on reflection I am not entirely certain) and, on her warpath to emancipation, get out to win the bread for the family whilst her baby stays at home with his certainly not so impressively manly but oh so caring surrogate mother. I’m sure Clegg likes the concept of surrogate mother, by the way. It’s so not Edwardian.

In Mundabor’s world, on the other hand, it is a rather indisputable fact that women are the ones naturally hardwired to be mothers, and men are the ones naturally hardwired to be breadwinners. I do not know whether this is Edwardian; I for myself would say that this is most elementary common sense and if Mr. Clegg had cared to think about it, he would have realised that this is the same thinking used by pretty much the entire humanity, before and after Edward VII and with the exception of a tiny minority of, well, madri snaturate.

Whenever I hear such politicians, I wonder whether they live in the same planet of plain facts and common sense as most of us, or whether the relentless search for sellable soundbites has long removed even the last trace of sensible thinking.

Clegg’s great-grandmother would have considered him not merely a retard, but positively insane if he had uttered such opinions in, say, 1909. But we are in 2011, when insanity is in power and using one’s brain “Edwardian”.

Bye the bye, I’d like to know how long Clegg took paternity leave when he had each of his three children.

Mundabor

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