Much as I’m always happy to see any Corbynite discredited, disgraced, demoted, demolished, even disfigured, I must admit to feeling a little ‘something’ for poor Jared O’Mara. Though what I’m actually feeling is in no way sympathy or support, even compassion. But that’s because he’s a Lefty-Labour Tosser. What I’m feeling is a touch of schadenfreude and a sniff of the total hypocrisy that always arises in these situations. Coupled with the wonderful irony. An MP on the Womens and Equality Committee in parliament spouting sexist, misogynistic, homophobic comments of a seriously nasty nature. I’d pay money for that. He also attacked fat people and celebrities in the rant which occurred 13 years ago. Part of his campaign to become a councilor. How does that make you a councilor?? But that’s history, this is now! How can a man who ever held such views possibly be on a committee for, basically, equality and tolerance? When he’s a sexist homophobe, fattist bastard?

His argument, pretty much because its the only argument you could ever make, is the ‘Trump defence’. “I’m not like that any more”. Ok, we have ‘leopards, spots…’ but do people change? I reckon they do. Because what the attention-seeking (council membership is nothing if not that) little ginger-haired plonker’s comments really are is just so much intentionally outrageous anti-PC ranting. I dare say they didn’t even represent his true feelings even then. Ok, ‘they came from somewhere!!!’, that’s true, but I’m familiar with… errrr… ‘people’ making inflammatory statements just for effect and they come from the desire to offend as much as from any deep-seated belief system. Other than that: SACK THE BASTARD, HANG HIM FROM THE YARD-ARM OF POLITICAL CORRECTNESS AND WATCH HIM TURN BLUE!!! (obviously not blue in the political sense).

And speaking of Trump, who can’t even be nice to a frikkin’ war widow, I’m worried about Melania. There are deep suspicions that the Melania we see (big hair, dark glasses, misery-pout) is not the same as the ‘real’ Melania (big hair, dark glasses, misery-pout) but merely a big haired, dark-glasses-ed, miserably pouting imposter!!! Who fucking cares. She says nothing, does nothing, merely turns up alongside… him. A clothes horse on wheels would do. Would probably look happier.

Happy Tuesday

A xxxx