It seems that some things burn eternally and cannot be extinguished by the efforts of mere man: the underground coal fire that rages in Pennsylvania that has burnt for 46 years and is still going strong; or the obsession of Geeklawyer’s growing band of female stalkers (and the odd male one we’ll gloss over quickly).
All of these pale beside the ambition of the ex-Dear Leader. Having buggered up the country nicely by creating new breeding grounds for hatred of the West, and gifted an entire generation of angry young English Muslim men to radicalism; having launched us into a supporting role in retarded George’s democracy tour of the Middle East — critically panned by Rolling Stone magazine; having eradicated at a stroke vast swathes of the civil liberties he said were the reason we were a great liberal democracy superior to the terrorist values; having trashed the Health service into a semi-privatised profit centre for health companies and which employs reams of highly paid middle-managers whose function is to churn out empty statistics about the great improvements and, well, you get the point. Blair is a oily sleazy little runt; a failed barrister with a chip on his shoulder that would save the Amazon.
But of course all that was supposed to be over with his exit from power. Oh blessed day when the clouds parted and the rain retreated to be replaced by the mild drizzle of the chubby, absolutely heterosexual, thingy … Gordon Brown, Google informs Geeklawyer.
We have been conned. Bliar has not had enough. With his obscenely lucrative rewards for doing a bad job, you’d think he’d be happy rolling around on £50 notes on his king sized bed with that fat arsed minger Cherie (embarrassingly, a member of Geeklawyer’s Inn). £250,000 a pop US speaking gigs, £1Mil a year for a part time job, £6Mil book deal.
No. Apparently now he wants to bugger up the EU too by becoming PM of the EU. Eeeeek. He’s been caught lunching the almost equally repellent French clothes horse PM Nicolas SadDozy at the Paris restaurant Thiou. A word of warning SadDozy: avoid doing deals with Bliar in restaurants. Ask Gordon.
Thiou are famed for an exotic meat and noodle concoction known as ‘le tigre qui pleure’ (the tiger who cries). In honour of the oily one’s visit can Geeklawyer suggest a new dish? “The Voter Who Weeps”. Geeklawyer’s French is too poor to render that into French — in French he can only say “Get off my ski lift you Nazi-collaborating frog eating Gallic tampon or Geeklawyer will have coprophilic sex with your disgusting wife after he’s bathed her and made her shave her armpits”.
Why oh why oh why oh why can’t the useless rag-head pillocks in Al Queda assassinate him? It would be great PR for them: many of us would revise our low opinion of them if they could do us this one small service. Their ineptness is proof that the terrorism ‘threat’ is laughable.
update: Some idiot is trying get Geeklawyer prosecuted. Hilarious! Please read the blog, please, it is absolutely frigging hysterical. I’ve never seen a political stalker before but I think that that is what this person is. He has no interest in politics and is a right wing loony. From his poor inarticulate writing and weak arguments he is clearly not very bright and is manifestly poorly educated — ideal Neo-Labour fodder. I am assuming, from the tone, that the interest in Tony Bliar is a homosexual one.
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