Politicans and world leaders making news and in the news, and spouting hot air
PRESIDENT Chávez has a weekly TV show on Sundays and on it he went for Germany’s Chancellor Merkel.
She is from the German right, the same that supported Hitler, that supported fascism, that’s the Chancellor of Germany today.
Calm down, Hugo, and stop lashing out because Ken Livingstone lost…
Who would have thunk it?
ALISTAIR Darling has a hole in his Budget – music video:
Indeed, the Mail says Hazel Blears, the shrill Communities Secretary, has been “told that the scheme would make the Prime Minister ‘more popular than Alan Sugar’”.
That’s the dream. Gordon has been learning to fold his arms “like he means it” and begins sentences with hard-faced observations such as “My motto is…”, “I’m a go getter…” and “If anyone stands in my way I will stomp on their throat”. But Brown’s Sugar Scowl makes him look just glum.
But it’s a ten-part plan, and the first target will be to make Brown more popular than David Cameron, or Andrew Lloyd Webber, the fidgety host of TV talent show I’d Do Anything.
HERE’S a blog dedicated to all things younger than John McCain, like Spam…
Speaking for Myself, her follow up to Speaking For My Husband, Speaking For Suicide and Bingo! is being read by the columnists.
Those Cherie Blair recommendations in full:
Fergus Shanahan (SUN): “Revenge of the grasping Mrs B”
(Picture: Beau Bo D’Or Website)
Daily Star phone poll: “IS CHERIE A MONEY GRABBING WITCH?”
BUMPER sticker of the year: “Alcohol, Tobacco, And Firearms Should Be The Name Of A Covenience Store, Not A Government Agency”
RON Paul for President. Not a chance. But he can still cause trouble:
But what’s been largely overlooked is Paul’s candidacy as a reflection of a powerful lingering dissatisfaction with the Arizona senator among the party’s most conservative conservatives. As anticipated in late March in The Ticket, that situation could be exacerbated by today’s expected announcement from former Republican Rep. Bob Barr of Georgia for the Libertarian Party’s presidential nod, a slot held by Paul in 1988.
Some say he has two heads and sleeps on matress stuffed with newborn white babies.
He’s that Muslim with that cray-zee Church preacher, the Muslim Church’s Jeremiah Al-Wright, a relative of Al-Sharpton and Jesse A(L) Jackson.
Obama’s campaign song – You Can Call Me Al – is not being played among the good folks of West Virginia.
As the FT says, Obama is 40 percentage points behind Hillary Clinton for Tuesday’s primary election.
This is Waltons’ country.
Goodnight Jim Crow…
Says Jacqui Smith, the Home Secretary: “I can envisage a day when they could be routinely issued to all police officers.”
Anorak can envisage the day when CCTVs cameras are all linked by invisible lasers, which when broken trigger a blast of debilitating heat.
The only way to avoid being burnt alive is to carry a deflector, a small chip embedded into every identity card.
And nine moths later baby Leo was born, the child with the wingnut ears, stuttering speech patterns and carefully arranged hair.
We journey back with Cherie, via the Sun, to 1999, and Cherie is packing for a trip to the royal house.
Says she: “This year I had not packed by contraceptive equipment, out of sheer embarrassment.”
Contraceptives are usually afforded the qualifier “device”, and Cherie’s use of “equipment” conjures images of a kit, one that possibly features a picture of Pope John Paul II, a Claire Short ringtone and a full length mirror.
Fast forward now to the eve of Cherie’s 45th birthday and there is one “shadow on my immediate horizon: My period. Where was it?”
Jenna Bush is now Mrs Henry Hager. He’s the son of a well-connected Virginia Republican.
And on to the wedding, where Bush is dancing with his daughter. The song? Something by George’s sister Kate Bush, with whom he snorted his first saddle in 1971??
BORIS Johnson On Islam:
To any non-Muslim reader of the Koran, Islamophobia – fear of Islam – seems a natural reaction, and, indeed, exactly what that text is intended to provoke. Judged purely on its scripture – to say nothing of what is preached in the mosques – it is the most viciously sectarian of all religions in its heartlessness towards unbelievers. As the killer of Theo Van Gogh told his victim’s mother this week in a Dutch courtroom, he could not care for her, could not sympathise, because she was not a Muslim.
The trouble with this disgusting arrogance and condescension is that it is widely supported in Koranic texts, and we look in vain for the enlightened Islamic teachers and preachers who will begin the process of reform. What is going on in these mosques and madrasas? When is someone going to get 18th century on Islam’s mediaeval ass?
Spotter: Mary Jackson
Has Boris Johnson, London mayor of mere days been caught out so soon?
Is he drinking a tincture of gin and tonic on the Tube, thus flouting his first initiative?
Nothing of it. Boris was on a bicycle. And the Mirror says that on a trip about the capital he jumped 6 red lights, mounted the pavement and failed to stop at zebra crossing.
This might say more about cyclists, who all behave in such a fashion, more than its reveals about Johnson. Indeed had Johnson been pictured not behaving so his credentials as a bona fide cyclist might have taken a hit from which they would never recover.
But it is all thin edge of the wedge.
BARACK Obama would talk to our enemies – you know, the ones you want to blow you to bits:
In his victory speech after the North Carolina primary, Sen. Barack Obama said something that is all the more remarkable for how little it has been remarked upon.
In defending his stated intent to meet with America’s enemies without preconditions, Sen. Obama said: “I trust the American people to understand that it is not weakness, but wisdom to talk not just to our friends, but to our enemies, like Roosevelt did, and Kennedy did, and Truman did.”
That he made this statement, and that it passed without comment by the journalists covering his speech indicates either breathtaking ignorance of history on the part of both, or deceit.
HILLARY Clinton ring tone – its; 2:30 am and someone’s cackling on the phone…
Says Lembit: “My fellow parliamentarians have always been very warm towards me and Gabriela. When she joined me in the Commons one evening, a queue of MPs formed to give her a hug and wish her well.”
You can picture the scene as John Prescott warms his hard on his tray of sweet and sour prawn balls and moves in for the interfratisulated clinch, asking her if there any more like her at ‘ome.
Hello! wants to know what the response has been like to the impending nuptials in Gabi’s native Romania?
“Everybody in Romania has followed every single step of our relationship,” says she,” and Lembit is popular there so the news has been well–received there too.”
Lembit Opik, Liberal Democrat MP for Montgomeryshire, is a hit in Romania? Anorak recalls how Norman Wisdom was big in communist Albania, and how David Hasselhoff achieved pop music success in irony free Germany. Is Opik the Tom Jones of the Carpathians?
CHERIE Blair’s autobiography is being serialised in the Sun – “the mum of four finally breaks her silence about life in Downing Street.”
The deafening sound of Cherie’s silence? Finally…
Says Cherie: “Tony used to say in terms of ability that Gordon was way ahead of everyone.
“The irony is, if they’d only worked as closely as originally agreed, Gordon’s chance would have come sooner.”
GORDON Brown’s big tent has a soundtrack. It’s the Arctic Monkeys on his iPod. It’s the theme song to Ben 10.
Or is it the last post? Watching Gordon Brown is painful. You just hope the tears hurry up and come and we can all move on.
IT’S Hillary Clinton on line 2. Tell her..:
It’s 2:31 AM. The Democratic Party is sleeping peacefully when it hears its phone buzz on the night stand. It rolls over and sees “Hillary” on the caller ID. It pauses briefly, considering pushing “END” and not dealing with this shit tonight. The thought is appealing but the Democratic Party knows that if it doesn’t take this call, another one is only minutes away.
GET your clogs and giant sausage out for Europe Day:
Meanwhile, the 9th of May is Europe Day. Apparently. And this is what the EU website has to say about it:
“On the 9th of May 1950, Robert Schuman presented his proposal on the creation of an organised Europe, indispensable to the maintenance of peaceful relations.
This proposal, known as the “Schuman declaration”, is considered to be the beginning of the creation of what is now the European Union.
“Today, the 9th of May has become a European symbol (Europe Day) which, along with the flag, the anthem, the motto and the single currency (the euro), identifies the political entity of the European Union. Europe Day is the occasion for activities and festivities that bring Europe closer to its citizens and peoples of the Union closer to one another“. How delightful.
Europe is not alone in having a day of fervour named for a continent, as it will be Africa Day on the 25th.
KEN Livingstone is for sale…on eBay…
“If your baby has a fever, you go to the doctor. If the doctor says you need to intervene here, you don’t say, ‘well, I read a science fiction novel that tells me it’s not a problem.’ ”
The Wall Street Journal’s readers hear the words, and respond:
Fevers can be a symptom of either a bacterial or viral issue. A doctor can attempt a solution to a bacterial issue, but not a viral one. A virus has to run its course while the body fights it–and a fever is a sign of the struggle to eliminate the virus. Let’s see a scientific consensus that the Earth’s fever is bacteria-related.
Overreacting is common among parents. I remember one morning when my first child was still an infant. Imagine my horror when I discovered that her temperature had risen to 99.5 degrees, almost a whole degree in just under 12 hours. Naturally, I immediately sat down and built a computer model, which clearly projected that by age 30, her temperature was going to be a staggering 19,710 degrees!
Says Gore: “I am Al Gore. I used to be the next president of the United States of America.