GORDON BROWN - STILL "MISSING"

    

  

Rumours are rife about our ex-Dear Leader, Winky McFuckwit, at the moment. He has not been seen since 11th May when he exited Downing Street, except for one occasion when he made a brief appearance at a crucial debate with some of the local 4th year primary school children in his Scottish constituency.

A "reliable source" reports that McShite has actually been hiding away in the Royal Edinburgh Hospital undergoing treatment for...... "psychological problems"...... so it would appear that all of the earlier speculation about his mass consumption of heavy duty antidepressants was in fact true!

AND...... at the Daily Mail...... Richard Littlejohn is now offering a reward for a confirmed sighting of the crazy cunt comrade. 

GORDOOM'S Q & A CRASH AND BURN

The first words out of the lying cunt's mouth are...... a lie..... "I won't let you down", says McPorkies...... you already have, you lying cunt!

The whole question and answer session is conducted exactly like PMQ's with McShite reeling off tractor stats while avoiding answering a single question from his digruntled audience truthfully.

These people have lost their jobs, are under huge stress in the NHS all because of McFuckwit's micro-mismanagement and meaningless fucking targets, they have lost loved ones in Afghanistan and in the illegal war in Iraq and he is not capable of answering one question honestly because, if he did, he would incriminate himself all the way up to his fucking glass eye and beyond!

 

CUNT!!

WINKY McFUCKWIT - BONKERS!

  

The Mail on Sunday is full to bursting today with new revelations about McFuckwit - this extract is just priceless. The rest of it is pretty good too and really is worth a read for some inside stories we already suspected but are now there for all to see in glorious black and white.

Peter Watt was at the head of the Labour Party machine during one of the most tumultuous periods in recent political history – the transfer of power from Tony Blair to Gordon Brown.

  

As General Secretary of the party between 2005 and 2007, he was its most senior member and at the heart of Government. He was a key player in the notorious 'Election that never was', the poll Brown ‘bottled’ at the 11th hour. 

Here he gives an extraordinary no-holds-barred account of the fiasco from which Brown’s reputation has never recovered – the first such account from a party insider. 

It details the indecision, chaos and seething resentment at the heart of Brown’s administration, and reveals how even the Prime Minister’s closest aides disliked him.......

No 10's MONOSYLLABIC SULKING

Like many of my colleagues, I had had deep misgivings about Gordon becoming Prime Minister. He lacked leadership skills and seemed to struggle to relate to other people. Often he was downright rude.

A dinner party he and Sarah threw in their Downing Street flat illustrated the problem.

  

My wife Vilma and I were invited with three other couples – the lobbyist Jon Mendelsohn and his wife; Louis Susman – a Democrat fundraiser who was soon to become US Ambassador in London – and his wife; and another American couple. Arriving at the flat, we were ushered into the drawing room and there was stilted small talk over aperitifs.

While Sarah pottered around getting the meal ready, Gordon began showing people to their seats but was interrupted by one of the No10 staff, saying he had an important phone call. He disappeared, leaving Vilma and two others seated, and the rest of us awkwardly milling about. After a few minutes, we all started to feel a bit silly, so decided just to sit ourselves down. When Gordon finally reappeared he was aghast to find us all at the table.

‘I didn’t sit you all down,’ he exclaimed angrily. It was hugely embarrassing and some of the guests started mumbling about getting up again. ‘No, no, you might as well stay where you are,’ he replied huffily.

He sat at the end of the table and swivelled in his chair, so that he almost had his back to everybody, and leaned his head on his arm. For the rest of the meal he was monosyllabic, sulking because he had lost control of the seating plan.

The plates had not even been cleared when suddenly, without saying anything, he just got up and left. As Sarah had also disappeared by then, we all showed ourselves out.

He’s bonkers,’ Vilma whispered, as we trooped out. I wanted to disagree – but she was right. The whole evening had been utterly bizarre.

 

IZZY EFFINCRACKERS

This extract is only the extreme tip of the iceberg so, if you fancy amusing yourself for a while, head on over to the Mail on Sunday and enjoy!

+++UPDATE+++ 

  

Guido Fawkes had lunch with a former senior Downing Street adviser, who when Guido asked him directly did he “think Brown was bonkers?” went into a long soliloquy about the different Freudian personality types.  He concluded, in a matter of fact way, that Brown was a narcissistic, manic depressive. There's lots more of this to come out about Brown…

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