No need to repeat all of Harriet Harman's idiotic drivellings (a sample: "men cannot be left to run things on their own"), appearing in today's Sunday Times. Stupidity like that is best ignored, and it's been covered all across the blogosphere already.

And not much need to offer a critique either - it's already been done. Check this selection of insults out, all from another member of the Labour Party:

"Quotes like this just raise leadership issues once again just at a time when we should all be pulling together.."

"Success doesn't come from saying all male leaderships are bad"

"Why take away from the party the right to choose its leaders on the basis of ability?"

"In theory you were elected on merit, not your gender.."

".. after a disastrous June election campaign you were supposed to be running.."

"...with a poll today saying we're 24% behind the Tories in the key marginals that you're supposed to be in charge of campaigning in.."

Yeah, baby! That's getting it said. That's telling the silly bitch.

So, who is the source of this torrent of abuse? Who delivered this richly deserved kicking to the Harperson?

None other than ... the people's bulimic, John Prescott.

Well well. This is first - and probably the last - time that CF has been in agreement with Prezza. Well done, you inarticulate salad-dodger. Keep it up!



Hat-tip to Mark Reckons, not least for bothering to read Prezza's blog on a Sunday.

CF is very aware that we're all beginning to run the risk of Blogging a Dead Horse, but there's not a lot else to talk about until the election is called, so here's another angle, one that made CF particularly enraged.

MP's, we now know, can claim expenses for pretty much every damn thing they fancy. As well as glittery toilet seats, Kit Kats, Aga servicing and probably trips to Alton fucking Towers, they can also claim for food.

But [put on husky voice] ..this is not just food, this is Member of Parliament food. They aren't expected to scrape by on the sort of cheap stuff we all eat, no no no. MP's can claim for up to 400 pounds per month for food. 4,800 pounds per year.

Think this doesn't sound like much? Think that's reasonable? After all, even an MP needs a 3 square meals a day, right?

Do you know what the basic pension is? The annual payment for some poor sod who's worked for nearly 50 years, paying tax, national insurance and all the hundreds of other stupid taxes that suck at the pay packet like fat leeches, eventually excreting piss-poor public services and inadequate infrastructure?

A retired person on a basic pension will receive just over 4,900 pounds per year. Not just for food, for everything. To feed their only friend, the cat; to heat their council house (if Baroness Uddin hasn't turfed them out to take up residence herself); to pay their phone bill; to send a tenner to their grandson for his birthday; to buy cardigans and humbugs; everything.

Meanwhile, among the MP's who apparently, like baby birds, need to be fed every few hours and therefore claim the full allowance, was -- of course -- John Prescott.

The same John Prescott who claimed for not one but two replacement toilets.

The same John Prescott who is a self-confessed binge-eating bulimic.

So -- you might need to sit down here -- over the last couple of years, John Prescott, whilst achieving the square root of fuck all for this country, spent as much as your Granny lives on, just for food for himself, then puked most of it down a toilet that we paid for.

You. Could. Not. Make. This. Shit. Up.


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