Showing posts with label whiners. Show all posts
Showing posts with label whiners. Show all posts

6/05/2009

Window Dressing Gone Wrong!





Hello,

I see someone else has fled the cabinet, no doubt by the time I complete this post someone else will be jumping ship. I am troubled by the departure of Caroline Flint, though because it put's me in the position of siding with Brown.

Ms Flint reckons that Gordon Brown has treated her as 'female window dressing'. I don't like to defend sexism or tokenism of that sort but in all seriousness what else was he meant to do with her? Let's face it she's easy on the eye but based her performance to date has hardly set the heather alight. Anyway why is ok for her to do a bit of modelling in the Sunday papers, when a male politician would be a laughing stock if he did likewise? She can hardly moan about being treated like eye candy if that's how she chooses to present herself.

It's also something of a worry that it took her so long to notice she was being treated as 'window dressing'. Only last month she was telling The Observer that she hadn't experienced any sexism in politics since being elected in 1997. Either Brown had one of his hitherto unknown 'window dressing' fits a fortnight a go or Ms Flint is one dim bint. Odder still last night she claimed she was staying in government because she was 'very proud to be a part of Gordon Brown's government'.
Today she announced she was giving up flicking through Grazia magazine behind a desk or whatever it is she's being doing since 1997. I'm sure it is mere coincidence that this happened after Brown failed to offer her a full cabinet role. Good God that whiny ten year old on Britain's Got Talent showed more dignity in the face of disappointment.
I've no doubt being female in that den of overgrown schoolboys is a trial at times. It wouldn't surprise me at all to hear female MPs are discriminated against. What a shame the 'Blair Babes' were ever mooted as an answer -a gaggle of girlies so witless I change sex just looking at them such is my desire to escape from any club they're members of.
I just hope the female electorate in Ms Flints constituency will remember her cynical use of feminism for her own careerist ends come the general election. I'm sure the job centre will appreciate a bit of fortnightly window dressing.
I'm no fan of Brown and hsave never voted Labour in my puff, nor can I forsee any circumstances when I will but having seen the poor quality of the Labour rebels, I rather unexpectedly find myself feeling rather sorry for Brown. I would have thought he deserved at least a measure of loyalty for allowing these mediocrities to remain in high office. Instead he finds himself stabbed in the back by people far worse than he's ever been. I'd have more respect for them if they'd done something constructive to improve things or stuck with the trainwreck to the bitter end because every last one of them is complicit. They've had ample opportunity to get rid of Brown, yet only acted when they were in the shit over expenses or denied a promotion. That speaks volumes. Brown's alright when he's feathering their nests no matter what he does to the electorate. What a repulsive bunch of chancers.
Cheerio

4/18/2008

Old Goats





Hello,
I like watching rich loopers implode as much as the rest of you. Don't even bother denying it -you do. But I'm slightly alarmed by this uprising of the common man in defence of vain rich tossers being taken to the cleaners by their younger, sexier and smarter wives.

I find the notion of marrying someone for their cash shabby and demeaning but as my mother is always telling me that is the rock I will perish on. You can see she thinks highly of my talents can't you?

That said do any of these men who manage to attract foxy, young blondes half their age actually believe these women would pay them any attention if they were on the dole or in low paid work? I'm afraid I can't work up much sympathy for poor Paul McCartney or poor Phil Smith. Either they willingly subjected their wives to their wrinkly charms not caring that any young woman would find them repulsive or they were so monstrously vain and lacking in self awareness that they actually believed themselves to be attractive to young women.

They chose to treat the institution of marriage like hiring a hooker. These ladies charge by the hour, slights, humiliation and the embarrassment of being seen with a coffin dodger in public would I imagine cost extra.

Sorry but I disbelieve Mrs Walsh-Smith's claims of no sex. It's a nice try but a it simply isn't credible that he was with her for brains and companionship. Despite being very much on her side I'd be homicidal after a minute in her company. Heather Mills is of course a different story -if she drank we'd be bosom buddies but otherwise I love the way she got out the gutter with a combination of grit, tit and cunning.

Marriage serves many functions romantic, religious, social duty and a business contact between two adults. If Richard Branson signed a contract giving half his empire to a penniless teenage lovely then whined when they fell out with him a walked off with half the business , we'd all hoot and doubt his business judgement. Why some repellent old goat that won't play with girls his own age is deserving of sympathy is a mystery to me. Could you imagine share holders who'd lost a fortune accepting the excuse that the chairman of the company signed a bad contact because he had the horn?

Might I suggest the 'victims' of these awful golddiggers accept responsibility for their own lives. Learn the lessons lads. Go and see a performance of Carmen and accept that any woman is more poweful than any man, provided she has an ounce of cunning. Swot up on Princess Di, a genuis at the art of manipulation -how else do you explain 'thicky' Spencer causing a collective nervous breakdown at the palace with a contemptuous smirk masked by a few forced tears?

Rich men who try to make a saving on the hourly rate charged by escorts by marrying a dollybird deserve all thats coming to them. Pay the bill.

As a girlie I have to accept that I'll never throw a punch like Tyson, need to watch what I drink, where I go, carry a rape alarm and a defender spray when I go out at night. Similarly men need to watch who they let in on the financial action. I need to do the same -not that I've got much to take but there are people with less than me. Frankly if marrying a golddigger was all I had to worry about I'd be laughing. No better stupidity fine has been invented than golddigging and for that reason alone I'm all for it.

Cheerio