ELECTION SPECIAL 3

Only one day to go to make-your-mind-up-time for the great British electorate. What an entertaining farce the campaign trail has become. White- shirted one man band Howard popping up on a soapbox JM- style in some backwater cobbled market square with a fresh sound byte each morn. Charlie K. with a faithful backdrop forest of orange placards, talking good sound sense whilst marching onwards to yet another LD false dawn. Phony Blair, arrogance personified in a light blue shirt, air fist-gesturing to spin-doctored gatherings of hard core Labour activists, whilst spouting off yet more weasel words. Who's he trying to kid? Himself of course ~ he's the only one left in the country who apparently believes what he says. What an actor! What an actor!

But all this is academic. The media have made a good soap opera out of it, the good British people have weighed-up all the issues they would like to consider in an ideal world. Much pub gripe has gone down. But come D. day there will only be one choice. Labour. Not because of any moral or social conscience or prefered issue but because Labour has presided over eight years of house price boom and economic stability inherited oddly enough from the previous JM govt. Brown couldn't run the proverbial whelk stall, he's been LUCKY. Yer average middle Englander has made a nice tidy wedge on his house and wants to protect it, so will no way take a risk by switching parties. Blair needn't have worried ~ for all their high moral protestation most Britains still vote with their grubby pockets. Blood money IS the word.
The mass-murdering warmonger you know is better than the ex-Thatcher side-kick you don't.
Imagine the arrogance of Blair elected back in yet again with a huge majority. There'll be no stopping him. After Iraq for breakfast it's a fair bet he'll be in the mood to have Iran for dinner.
" Would you like giant mushrooms with that steak Tony? " ~ " Mmm, yes please George!"
MSM