The weekend zips by on fast-forward. But, as time is a conservative thing, it will make up for the fact by ensuring that the first part of the working week runs extra-slow.
Speaking of conservatives, did anyone see David Cameron (DeCaemonium) interviewed by Jonathan Ross? You can take or leave Ross - sometimes he gets on my nerves, but how nice to see that DeCaemonium completely under-estimated Ross (thinking, no doubt that appearing on the show would make him look even more cool and trendy at Blair's expense) and got surgically dissected in the interview.
We knew DeCaemonium was an idiot of course. Anyone floating to the top of the political septic tank has to reek something awful, but he's doing such a good job of his PR recently (or else Labour is imploding at such a rate all he has to do is not make a spectacular gaffe), it was gratifying to see that smiling little mask shift a bit.
On pressing him why he voted for the war in Iraq, little panic lights started to go off in his practised mask and he started blurting all the usual post-intelligence meltdown justifications . . . "Saddam used nerve gas on his own people" . . . yes he did, David - and what did the Conservative government do about that then? Oh, that's right - Fuck All. Actually, that's a lie, what they did do was carry on selling him weapons in breach of International Law (Alan Clark, implicated in the sale of small arms, commenting "it's no business of mine what they do with them"). It wasn't until Saddam rumbled into Kuwait and threatened the oil supply that the Coalition mounted it's warhorse of humanitarian liberation and charged off into the desert.
What a tosser. A man who "forgets to put his cycle helmet on" as he cycles past the photographers on his way to Westminster. Geez, Dave, it's only stuck on the fucking handlebars right in front of you. What else can't he see that's right in front of him? Oh, that's right - all the foreign donations to the Tories that he wasn't allowed to reveal.
It's Blair mk II. The Torynator 2000. Capable of morphing into whatever shape suits the voting whims of middle England. And it won't ever stop. Hasta la vista, Davy.
Gusano
Cameron reminds me of Data in Star Trek Next Generation and I am sure that he has the same ability to switch off his emotion software. In fact I have renamed him Data Cunteron, which I believe would be a more suited name ( more trendy ). It frightens me how this weasel has won over the public and I have a distinct feeling he will win at some point. Getting younger leaders is always worrying and having been brought up in a socialist household I was taught to hate the Tories before I could use a potty properly...funny thing is I have developed a curious need to defecate whenever I think of the bastards.
Gusano