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Leave Tony Alone You Rotters

Thank God those turncoats,Tom Watson and Khalid Mahmood have resigned. They besmirch the honour of the Labour Party, how dare they even question our Great Leader Tony as to his intentions on when he's going to go. They are part of the disaffected lack-a-mounts, fed on the breast-milk of patronage, lullabied by the New Speak of New Labour and now with an eye on the main chance they jump ship like the rats they are, swimming to SS Mcbrown, how dare they??

UPDATE

Shit you bastards four more of these lickspittles have jumped, check it out on the Guardian and maybe sky news.


Hands up all those who think that Brownie is not going end up as PM. He's like those boys hanging around to have a go on a bicycle, being all patient, yes Tony you cycle as much as you want, go on have it a bit longer, oh i thought you were getting off, oh you're McNot, OK I'll wait a bit longer. Then when Tony's ridden it into the ground, a wheel's clunking and a tyre looks a little dodgy and the bell doesn't work anymore Tony hands it over and McBrown climbs on and he rides it straight into a wall as the brakes fail, "Oh shhhhhhhheeeeet you McBastard!"

CRICKET

Does Marcus Trescothick not like the sub-continent? Who'd a thunk it a professional cricketer stressed out. As a nipper, a spotty teenager and indeed still as a fully mature adult gentlemen I can think of no more a relaxing occupation as that of being a professional cricketer. What do you do? hit a ball, catch a ball, bowl a ball. OK, maybe, you sometimes have some beastly Australians saying nasty things about what they did to your mother last night as they crouch in the slips stinking of Foster's and vaseline, but apart from that nothing. Oh and you have to travel the world to far off exotic places which are sunny, that's harsh. Trescothick! get your pads blancoed, polish your box abd get on that bloody plane you 'orrible little cricketer.