Alastair Campbell is a bank manager, a closeted thug who can say just about anything and get away with it because he has Tony Blair’s skirt to dash behind and hide when the going gets rough. Next time The City holds another open-air boxing competition, he’s cordially invited to a bare-knuckle match for however many rounds he can last before eating his fake teeth, we’ll send over one of our ‘old boys’ to even up the odds.
Peddling memoirs in the same manner that he sold New Labour’s two-faced initiatives, this Iago of the New Age now informs us Prince Charles was totally against genetic modification of crops, didn’t agree with the ban on fox hunting and wasn’t enamored with Mr. Blair. That’s news? The Mad Cow debacle also gets an airing with Farmer Chuck being ever so difficult with his un-royal highness that he presumed to know more about the countryside than Number 10 and plainly told them they were wrong.
Nine out of ten people in the UK believe Prince Charles to be as insignificant as his role in the Constitutional Monarchy demands but that does not mean he should be gagged for speaking his mind and voicing just about everyone’s concerns on New Labour imperial diktats. Yes, he’s ridiculous and talks to his plants, believes organic means more than a label that attempts to hide the fact our food is loaded with every known harmful chemical additive, pretends that he still has a throne to inherit etc.
Apart from shameless money-grubbing in pretense of giving an ‘insiders’ view from the halls of power, Campbell’s re-invention of the pompous Tony Blair has more than sinister motives. From his brand new seven-storey stronghold in East Jerusalem, the warmonger turned peace envoy has designs on a job as the head of the un-elected Eurocrats who themselves are so corrupt, no global accounting firm dares sign off their books these past 15 years, a perfect wedding for these mendacious chancers.
The most irritating aspect of Campbell’s thesis must be continually feigning that he’s ‘one of us’ while at the same time trumpeting the fact that he’s a fully paid up member as ‘one of them’. Imagine for a moment being locked up in a room with a gun to your head and nothing but piles of tabloid newspapers strewn about that you’re forced to read till the cows come home and you’ll have a feel for his parochial pulp fix-shun.
Number 10′s author of the ‘sexed-up’ Iraq dossier is more than good at baffling us with baloney, we’d never challenge him on the facts as he forms them but we would like ‘his’ explanation as to why the Repeal of Statutes Law of November 19th 1998 included the abolishment of the Slave Act of 1824. His own servitude is based on generous remuneration but the involuntary kind the British public must endure is a recipe for doom since 4200 plus EU edicts passed nearly unnoticed by his press pals.