Jack - shit
"The big choice is for Nick Clegg - is he leader of a progressive party or does he get into bed with the heirs to Mrs Thatcher?"
'Mrs Thatcher'? Using the former leader's name as a dire warning, a dog whistle? Oh dear, that sounds like a bit like one of those Trades Union dinosaurs from the 80's.
Well, that's because it is. It's one of Britain's newest MP's, little Jack Dromey. Jack's been an MP for, oh, 3 days now, so he's going to tell us all how the world should work.
“Gordon is the prime minister, right now the Conservatives and the Liberals are talking to one another."
Oooh, that's good. Incisive political analysis, right there. 'Elizabeth is the Queen, right now it's raining', 'Roses are red, violets are blue'.
Mind you, Jack doesn't know everything. This is the man who, in 2006, claimed he "didn't know", despite being party treasurer - party fucking treasurer - about £3.5 million worth of 'loans' made to the Labour Party by three individuals who were subsequently nominated for life peerages.
But in spite of that little hiccup, Jack's got on very well. He has powerful connections. One extremely powerful connection is the first person the poor bastard sees every day, when he wakes up next to her: Harriet 'Hattie' Harman.
And oh boy has Hattie helped Jack. You want to be an MP now, darling? No problem. We can find a safe seat for you. How about this one? What do you mean, it's got a women only shortlist? That's no problem for you, honey, even though you do appear to be male. We'll just suspend the rules for a minute and .. wait .. yes .. there you go, you're the PPC. Good luck, darling!
Good, old fashioned fucking patronage, nepotism and corruption: the core values of the Labour Party
So now Jack's an MP - no sweat. And he's already got his feet - his trotters - well under the table. Speaking for the whole of the party he's represented for more than 72 hours, he adds:
“If they wish to talk to us, we’re ready to talk to them.”
Yeah? Well if Clegg and his party have any sense at all, they'll steer well clear of you, and your loathsome Missus.
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