Politicans and world leaders making news and in the news, and spouting hot air
Obama. Osama. Obama. Osama. Let’s blow the whole thing up.
To the Jonesville Church of God, in Jonesville, South Carolina.
Pastor Roger Byrd has placed a sign by his church. Goes the legend: “Obama, Osama, hmm, are they brothers?”
At a guess, we’d say they are most likely twins. No, wait. More likely they are the same person. We had thought Osama, rarely seen in public in the same place as Tony Blair was Robin Cook, but then we saw Obama and changed out minds. We now think Obama is Osama and the real Obama lives in Surrey, if he ever really existed at all.
SAYS Bill Clinton: “I think that they played the race card on me. We now know, from memos from the campaign that they planned to do it along.”
IF the Asda job is going , then surely the supermarket’s marketing wonks should look beyond Carla Bruni’s backside and go for a patted arse we British can call our own, chiefly that of Cheeky Girl Gabriela Irimia.
And she is one of us, or very soon will be, as the Mail reports that Cheeky A is to marry Lembit Opik MP.
News is that the LibDem MP (Opik) proposed to his Cheeky Girl beside Rome’s Trevi Fountain.
THE Story so far: John Prescott has written an autobiographical menu (surely book) and revels that he is a victim of an eating disorder.
In “My name is John Prescott and I do condensed milk,” Prescott says that stress of work caused him to “stuff my face with chips, crisps, trifle, chocs.” What with the biscuits and the secretary it’s a wonder he found room on his desk for any work.
Had that egg famously tossed at him been made of chocolate, Prezza would have opened his mouth and swallowed it whole. He’d then have sued the egg thrower for abusing his eating condition and causing him distress.
Now Prescott has had his say, the columnists are having theirs. Before we read of Prescott: My Addiction To Jags and Prezza: My Red Leather Trauma know:
FERGUS SHANAHAN (The Sun): “PREZZA STILL MAKES ME SICK”
“In a confession designed to flog his memoirs, the lardy old fraud says stress made him develop bulimia. He would stuff himself then nip down to the gents and stick his fingers down his throat. It must have been tricky when his trotters were up his mistress’s skirt.”
Readers versed in the Asda advertising oeuvre realise that Asda has less a face than an arse (no offence, Coleen), which is patted on the pocket to show how an hour a day running up the aisles looking for anything you’d want to eat keeps mums on a budget in shape.
The new arse of Asada is aid to be Carla Bruni, currently appearing as French president Nicola Sarkozy’s wife.
Being so much taller than her husband, these new ads could feature Bruni looking over the frozen curry croissants while Nicolas reaches up and with the aid of a baguette manages to tap her playfully on the backside.
AS we know, Chelsea Clinton is not being pimped out for her mother’s career.
Chelsea Clinton stopped traffic Friday night as she wandered the streets of Philadelphia on a gay bar crawl, winning rave reviews for both her politics and her appearance.
Led around the neighborhood by Gov. Ed Rendell, Chelsea was mobbed by local gays and lesbians, as she walked from one club to the next. They ran up to hug her, posed for pictures and certainly invaded her personal space.
What follows reads like a P-Town saucy seaside postcard:
“I grabbed her ass,” one young woman exclaimed to her friends after snapping a picture with her arm around the former first daughter.
“Are you going inside?” one woman asked.
“I don’t know,” Chelsea replied. “I’m mostly just following directions.”
First, commitment to the democracy of the left, as part of the more fundamental commitment to a pluralist democratic society overall, should serve as a caution against stipulatively narrowing the scope of the left by excluding from it large numbers of people – whole categories of them, in fact – just because they disagree with you. The left does have its boundaries, to be sure, but these have always been more far-flung and accommodating than the practice of issuing mutual anathemas has wanted to allow. Within some limits, therefore – but they must be limits of an expansive and generous kind – we should leave the business of departure from the left to those departing and not attempt to impose it on political opponents by a definitional act.
SAYS Jimmy Carter: “Hamas indicated to us at least – I’m not guaranteeing their commitment – that if Israel is willing to have a mutual ceasefire and a renunciation of violence in Gaza and in the West Bank, they will accept it, and as a first step they would even accept just limiting that to Gaza.
“So I think that what they have said, if they were honest and we wrote it out so there wouldn’t be a mistake, it’s a very significant development.”
Yeah – no guarantees. But if you promise not to fire any bullets, they can stockpile loads of munitions and then really blow you to kingdom come…
KEN Livingstone or Boris Johnson? Newt or clown? Mirror or Sun.
The Sun’s Trevor Kavanagh says a vote for Tory mayoral candidate Boris will show Gordon Brown that the electorate have had enough of him and his party.
Over in the Mirror, Alastair Campbell says Boris (4-6 favourite) has a “silly name” and went to Eton. There’s a picture of Boris playing a charity game of football. “CHEAT,” says Campbell.
Boris, says Campbell, once described “blacks as ‘piccaninnies’ with ‘watermelon smiles’”. Boris apologised
Make your vote count…
NORTHERN Rock falls off a cliff taking a minimum £50 billion of public money with it. The 10p Tax Band to cushion poverty trap victims is abolished and 70 plus Labour MPs finally realise their jobs are up the creek unless they get off their well-fed rumps and do something?
The Royal Bank of Scotland is about to proffer the begging bowl to help pay for its unforced errors? Probably the first of many to do so…
So let’s get this right. Five and half million of the poorest and most disadvantaged people in Britain are being shafted by a Labour Chancellor in a reprise of the worst excesses of the robber Barons, meanwhile, failed and desperately seeking money, banks are still paying vast and obscene bonuses to the executives who have got it catastrophically wrong.
It MUST be me. I must be reading it all wrong. I think I’ll have a little lie down and maybe a mug of Ovaltine..with an Oxo cube chaser…maybe mum will put down the gin bottle long enough to read us all a Children’s’ Hour story. One about Muffin the Mule. That would be nice – AGW
News of John Prescott’ bulimia, brought to you by the John Prescott diaries, occupies the Mail, which has extracts from Prezza: My Story: Pulling No Punches.
As the Daily Sport puts it, this is the story of “SPEW JAGS!” the former Deputy Prime Minister.
Yes, we realise bulimia is no joking matter, and that it is not an eating disorder exclusive to females, it affecting one in ten males (Daily Mail fact.).
But when we hear that Prescott is about to speak in “his own words” it’s hard not to snort. We may even be one of the Mail’s cynics who “would say that his impressive girth makes him an unlikely candidate to be the victim of an eating disorder”.
We may ever wonder what overeating is if it’s not an eating disorder? We may even say that though it takes “vast quantities of condensed milk, digestive biscuits, Marks & Spencer trifles and junk food” to make Prescott sick, we only need a mental image of Prezza pulling down Tracey Temple’s leather trousers with his teeth as shards of sprayed biscuit get caught in the zipper.
“HILLARY looks like a bull dyke in a pantsuit, but at least she seems serious. McCain looks like Mr. Magoo.
The Bush episode features Capt. Joseph Kobes, as he attempts to win enough cash to pay off his parents’ home.
Kobes is an American hero, a Purple Heart and Bronze Star recipient who has served in Iraq three times – all three Gulf Wars wars, right George!.
Deal or No Deal is all about peering into the future, and guessology.
Four canvassers working for the Conservative Party are stood on the doorstep.
What ensues is a matter to be established, and of conjecture. Mr Richards is arrested and spends the night in the cells.
Says Mr Richards to a “pal” in the Sun: “One pushed me to the ground and hurt one of my fingers. I think I’ve broken it. I then got up and punched the canvasser.”
Vladimir Putin is the ferret-like 56-year-old Russian president. He has yet to official announce any separation from his 50-year-old wife, Ludmilla, says the Telegraph, which means he might not be with the lovely Polonium.
By way of background, readers learn that Ms Kabaeva has represented Russia at the Sydney and Athens Olympic Games. Ms Kabaeva is also a member of the Russian parliament.
And, according to the Moskovski Korrespondent newspaper, the couple are to marry in mid-June, little more than a month after he steps down as Russian president.
Might this be anew era for the secretive Putin, whose furtive eyes and narrow gaze mark him out as “one to watch” in Celebrity Big Brother 2009?
A LOOK at sexist comments made against Hillary Clinton…
The bitter battle to be London Mayor is not only a matter for the capital.
It could determine the course of politics across Britain for the next two years.
A win for Labour’s Ken Livingstone will be a devastating blow for Tory leader David Cameron.
The Mirror (“IT’S NOT BIG AND IT’S SNOT CLEVER”) sees Cardi wiping snot on the Tory leader’s back.
But did he do it?
The Mail says Cardi sneezed into his hand and wiped it deliberately in an up and down motion on Cameron’s suit jacket.
Cardi is issued with a caution for anti-social behaviour. The caution reads: “Anti-social behaviour towards David Cameron, namely sneezing in your hand and wiping snot down the back of his jacket.”
Says Cardi: “I sneezed in my hand and wiped it on him. It was just a joke.”
But was it a real sneeze?
At such times of uncertainty we turn to the BBC, which says: “A boy was cautioned by police after pretending to sneeze and then wiping his hand on David Cameron’s jacket as the Conservative leader visited Sussex”.
The sneeze was not real. Of course Cameron has been here before, chiefly when 17-year-old Ryan Florence fired a gun at him. On closer inspection, the firearm turned out to be imaginary, a thing made up only of Ryan’s fingers and a cocked thumb.
BARACK Obama says:
“You got into these small towns in Pennsylvania and, like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing’s replaced them. And they fell through the Clinton Administration, and the Bush Administration, and each successive administration has said that somehow these communities are gonna regenerate and they have not. And it’s not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.”
For Clinton, the odds are the incident is too late to save her candidacy. But more Bittergates would increase her chances…
Will the Democrats nominate yet another out-of-touch elitist?
The Democrats are doing a fine job of helping McCain get to the White House.
It was said behind closed doors to the chablis-and-brie set of San Francisco, in response to a question as to why he was not doing better in that benighted and barbarous land they call Pennsylvania.
Barack Obama’s going to be the bitter one at the end of this.
By calling small-town Americans “bitter,” Obama has deepened a long-standing rift in the Democratic base. The party’s success in November depends on healing it.
Is Barack Obama’s small-town America really a land of bitter gun-toting, Bible-thumping racists? Or are they just God-fearing American patriots? Maybe we should ask his “typical white” grandmother.
Democrats—all but committed to this fresh, charismatic figure—are forced to deny or downplay the almost daily revelations about Obama that would have derailed less promising candidates already.
What’s a lot more interesting is the question of how Obama’s “bitter” comments made it into the public domain in the first place. As you may know, the Huffington Post blogger who broke the story was a paying guest at the $1,000-a-head fundraiser. Most conventional journalists would have treated the remarks as off-the-record and thus off-limitsBig Snob or Little Snob?
There are so many problems with Barack Obama’s comments about small-town America, it’s hard to know where to begin.
Barack Obama should be advised to meet as often as possible with skeptical, and even hostile, working people in Pennsylvania and elsewhere.
The secret story of how Obama’s gaffe made its way to the Huffington Post, of all places, and how it might affect campaign coverage from now on.
BARACK Obama says: “It’s not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.”
Barack Obama, speaking in San Francisco of small-town voters.
Figure of Speech: polysyndeton (polly-SIN-deh-ton), the conjunction repeater. From the Greek, meaning “multiple connectors.”
While Figaro hates the sin, he loves the polysyndeton. Obama’s use of it, figuratively speaking, is especially deft. By linking a whole set of examples with the conjunction “or,” he conjures an image of lost souls casting about for meaning.
Of course, he must be taking his lines right out of the Republicans’ Democrat Stereotyping Book. Arrogant? Patronizing? Dismissive of deeply held values? Check and check and check.
McCAIN, Obama or Clinton. Lick a finger and stick it up…
GORDON Brown is in the US. So too is the Pope, Tony Blair’s special envoy.
A coincidence? The Guardian says the Pope’s visit is “threatening to overshadow Brown’s trip.
There is a risk that Americans who didn’t know who Brown was before his visit will be none the wiser by the time he heads home.
In any case, Tony Blair’s the President of England, right? Roll the tape:
NICK Clegg was a Tory?