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Politically incorrect speech, such as speaking in a mock English pidgen dialect which degrades persons of colour and colonial ancestry, will not be tolerated. This is a warning. Govern yourself accordingly.
I’m guessing the above was a public service announcement from Cheshire Police – Pushing tolerance, except that, oh no, we can’t tolerate that!
I’m laughing so much I’m crying. That was great!! And screw the speech po-lice.
C’est bon ce Premier Ministre Tony Blair reconnaît la superiorité des Français. Nous sommes évidemment supérieur à vous sniveling, à entrail de mouton mange, anglais. Nous fart dans votre direction générale!
Hey, Niccolo! Go shit in your beret and call it curls!
Considering that Mark Twain made that sort of writing a personal stylistic hallmark. I’d say that Tom Sawyer is now illegal.
Goofiness rendered down.
ed
Nicolo, shouldn’t that be “nous fartons” – ?
Don’t make fun of Tony Blair! He may have a heart attack!
Anyhoo, looks the British prime minister went crawling to Jacques Chirac not to hold the proposed referendum which even the undemocratic French were going to hold, because it would endanger his (Tony bwana’s) position in Britain over the non-holding of a referendum over the “constitution” that was totally irrelevant to democracy and sovereignty and had “red lines” and was just a “tidying up excercise. Oh! NOW I get it! I think!
So … uh… is Jacques going along with Tony’s extraordinary request that what little democracy is left in Europe be stamped out by the French in the cause of furthering Tony’s (whose hissy presence must drive everyone nuts) personal ambitions, or is Jacques going to hold his referendum anyway because even in undemocratic France it would play well and who ever gave a flying fart (un fart volant?) about what the hyperactive Tony thinks he’s entitled to anyway? Tony bwana sounds tired and nervous and needs a rest.
Posted by at November 10, 2003 08:45 PM
Who wants to burn the transnational-socialist flag when Bush is in London?
How to spot me?
Gee! “…harmonizing legal systems…”
That sounds so – harmonious?
It is time to form the genuine common market of freedom loving english speaking peoples.
“Nicolo, shouldn’t that be “nous fartons”.” Erm, no actually it should be ‘nous petons’ (peter, to fart).
Did you note in the Cheshire police article that gay and lesbian groups ‘welcomed’ the police questioning the bishop over his
exercising of free speech in a free countryslanderous and insulting remarks? Like the man said: fascism is still possible, only it would be called anti-fascism.“The proposed EU constitution would create a permanent EU president and EU foreign minister to speak on behalf of Europe”
Oh I love it, can we guess who would want to be the permanet EU preident and EU foreign ministers would be in this grand new socialist regime? I can see the bickering between France and Germany on who gets to be on top already.
What’s wrong with you English?
Just ambling along towards an EU paradise that will see you lose all sovereignty in favour of the French???!!!
Are you freaking crazy?
Nice one David! Who would have thought it, Britain hoping that Chirac’s France could help us on an issue like this!
Monitor – go and take a hike.
In Praise of Anthony Blair
1. Regeneration
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
There is always a new success:
An initiative here, an initiative there
Eye-watering initiatives everywhere
And all from Anthony Lyndon Blair
And we really should be impressed.
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
The dead are on Anthony’s side –
His soft praying hands and his soft little choke
For the People’s Princess and the People’s Pope,
The People’s Queen Mum and the People’s soft soap –
They’re all brought along for the ride.
2. Peace in Ireland
In Ireland Anthony’s put things right
And soothed all history’s sores
With the soft-voiced man with the Armelite
And the ballot box and the gelignite
And the cold-water bath that gives traitors frights
Whom Anthony just adores.
And although Ulster’s terrorists break kid’s bones
Tony goes from success to success.
He’s placated the Yanks and he’s massaged the stats,
He’s put out the crimson welcome mats
And he’s going to subsidise baseball bats
In the name of the peace process.
3. New Britain
He’s taken this land of Satanic mills
And abolished child poverty from it.
Now all the kids enjoy good school meals
And the kids go to clubs and kick up their heels
Then go out the back and enjoy a few feels
And the streets are awash with vomit.
He’s tough on crime and the causes of crime
Laying down all the social norms,
And hires more police officers all the time
To boost the strength of the thin blue line –
No, they’re not on the streets, but that’s just fine,
They’re hard at work, filling in forms.
Every one of us knows we are Anthony’s debtors.
He came in with public acclaim,
The golden-haired public schoolboy from Fettes
Whose anthem was Things Can Only Get Better –
Though I felt at the time a more probable bet was
The Who’s Don’t Get Fooled Again.
There are those who say that he’s lost the knack
Of achieving a perfect con.
But Anthony says “Let’s go forward not back
With great hospitals, schools and railway track
And I wish you’d stop talking about Iraq –
It really is time to move on.”
4. Economic success
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
The money don’t go very far –
Not ordinary money, people’s money,
The money that Cherie would think quite funny
If you offered her that for her work at the bar.
But Britain is vibrant and youthful and gay
He’s told us, voice ringing with truth.
It’s reborn and new in a New Labour way
Behold and be glad at the dawning of day –
You old fools don’t need pensions at all anyway
When Tony has blessed you with youth!
5. The War on Terror
In the war to win points from the terrorist threat
Tony Blair is ahead by a mile
How can we stop an eleven September?
(Sorry, says Blunkett, I can’t remember)
Well we’ve got to look tough, so lets simply dismember
Little things like a right to a trial.
And Tony has words to raise up our hearts,
Says we’ve nothing to fear but fear.
The sands of the desert are running red,
The weapons are missing, the scientist’s dead,
But Anthony Blair proudly holds up his head
And says he’s officially cleared.
6. The International Statesman
Tony, we all admire how brave you are,
You give evil regimes the push.
You’re truly an international saviour,
Telling tyrant’s “Well gosh you must mind your behaviour
Or you’ll get what I gave to Yugoslavia
If I get permission from Bush.”
Now Anthony’s off on a grand new mission
To save all of Africa
Doing to it what he’s done to Britain
With splendid committees for him to sit on
With a few pop stars and some politicians
Dining on pate foie gras.
And Tony deserves an explanation
Why he’s not got a Nobel prize
For he’s talked and he’s talked about education
And talked about Africa’s regeneration
And he’s bombed the peace into several nations –
What more can I do, he cries.
7. Whiter than White
Now Anthony Blair is a straight kind of guy –
We know ‘cos he told us he’s so,
And Anthony Blair’s never told us a lie
About Eccleston’s million or cash for the dome
Or Mandleson’s quite understandable loan
Or wee Leo’s jabs, not a lie, not a lie,
Oh certainly, certainly no.
After eight years he’s ready to set about
What he’s always longed to begin:
Putting dictators all to rout,
Driving crime, disease and poverty out,
And most important, without a doubt,
Just saving Anthony’s skin.
The activists all love Anthony Blair
And they’re working like Santa’s elves.
If the people can’t be bothered to vote
(A thing that can really get Anthony’s goat)
They’ll gather the ballots like hunting stoats
And fill all of them in themselves.
And Anthony Blair is quick to correct
Any problems that need correction.
“Don’t worry about all the voting fraud,
I’ll just change the law I rammed through before
And stamp it out, you can rest assured,
Trust me, after the next election.”
8. His loyal servants
We got Robin Cook from Anthony Blair
Who cut through the moral maze,
Bringing FO ethics in place of strife
And exhorting us all to a higher life –
The red-haired drunkard who dumped his wife
As they set off on holiday.
We got Blunkett too from Anthony Blair
Who filled his posts so grandly.
He did no good but he cursed right fine,
And was truly original when he resigned –
The first one ever – to spend more time
With somebody else’s family.
Gordon Brown has been Anthony’s loyal henchman
From Granita through to Iraq,
Spraying data with Dalek-like speed and tension –
No please don’t complain that he’s buggered your pensions,
He did it all with the best of intentions,
And he’s not going to give them back.
The political Einstein is Stephen Byers
(Don’t call him a useless berk)
Who with infinite skill pulled infinite wires
To pull Rover’s workforce out of the fires
And hand them to men some call thieves and liars,
And now they’re all out of work.
9. He Bestrides the Globe
All Anthony’s acts are so energising –
Like reforming the House of Lords,
Hereditaries out, and a new sun rising
Because Tony believes in democratising,
A whole new crop of jolly good guys in –
And all appointed by Anthony’s frauds.
Anthony Blair is devoted to God
Who he’s certain has made him Prime Minister,
But can’t you imagine, if you were God,
You might fear Tony thought you distinctly unmod-
Ern, and find the looks he was giving You odd –
And even a little bit sinister.
Anthony Blair is so very sincere,
Whether he’s happy or sad,
One minute he’s grinning from ear to ear,
The next he’s wiping away a tear,
Then a look in his eye makes it suddenly clear
That he’s ever so slightly mad.
He’s going to stay for just one more term –
You may think that decidedly odd,
With the fate of the nation and world at stake
And his role in history still to fake,
But he’s thought it through and decided to take
Up a new position as God.
In Praise of Anthony Blair
1. Regeneration
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
There is always a new success:
An initiative here, an initiative there
Eye-watering initiatives everywhere
And all from Anthony Lyndon Blair
And we really should be impressed.
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
The dead are on Anthony’s side –
His soft praying hands and his soft little choke
For the People’s Princess and the People’s Pope,
The People’s Queen Mum and the People’s soft soap –
They’re all brought along for the ride.
2. Peace in Ireland
In Ireland Anthony’s put things right
And soothed all history’s sores
With the soft-voiced man with the Armelite
And the ballot box and the gelignite
And the cold-water bath that gives traitors frights
Whom Anthony just adores.
And although Ulster’s terrorists break kid’s bones
Tony goes from success to success.
He’s placated the Yanks and he’s massaged the stats,
He’s put out the crimson welcome mats
And he’s going to subsidise baseball bats
In the name of the peace process.
3. New Britain
He’s taken this land of Satanic mills
And abolished child poverty from it.
Now all the kids enjoy good school meals
And the kids go to clubs and kick up their heels
Then go out the back and enjoy a few feels
And the streets are awash with vomit.
He’s tough on crime and the causes of crime
Laying down all the social norms,
And hires more police officers all the time
To boost the strength of the thin blue line –
No, they’re not on the streets, but that’s just fine,
They’re hard at work, filling in forms.
Every one of us knows we are Anthony’s debtors.
He came in with public acclaim,
The golden-haired public schoolboy from Fettes
Whose anthem was Things Can Only Get Better –
Though I felt at the time a more probable bet was
The Who’s Don’t Get Fooled Again.
There are those who say that he’s lost the knack
Of achieving a perfect con.
But Anthony says “Let’s go forward not back
With great hospitals, schools and railway track
And I wish you’d stop talking about Iraq –
It really is time to move on.”
4. Economic success
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
The money don’t go very far –
Not ordinary money, people’s money,
The money that Cherie would think quite funny
If you offered her that for her work at the bar.
But Britain is vibrant and youthful and gay
He’s told us, voice ringing with truth.
It’s reborn and new in a New Labour way
Behold and be glad at the dawning of day –
You old fools don’t need pensions at all anyway
When Tony has blessed you with youth!
5. The War on Terror
In the war to win points from the terrorist threat
Tony Blair is ahead by a mile
How can we stop an eleven September?
(Sorry, says Blunkett, I can’t remember)
Well we’ve got to look tough, so lets simply dismember
Little things like a right to a trial.
And Tony has words to raise up our hearts,
Says we’ve nothing to fear but fear.
The sands of the desert are running red,
The weapons are missing, the scientist’s dead,
But Anthony Blair proudly holds up his head
And says he’s officially cleared.
6. The International Statesman
Tony, we all admire how brave you are,
You give evil regimes the push.
You’re truly an international saviour,
Telling tyrant’s “Well gosh you must mind your behaviour
Or you’ll get what I gave to Yugoslavia
If I get permission from Bush.”
Now Anthony’s off on a grand new mission
To save all of Africa
Doing to it what he’s done to Britain
With splendid committees for him to sit on
With a few pop stars and some politicians
Dining on pate foie gras.
And Tony deserves an explanation
Why he’s not got a Nobel prize
For he’s talked and he’s talked about education
And talked about Africa’s regeneration
And he’s bombed the peace into several nations –
What more can I do, he cries.
7. Whiter than White
Now Anthony Blair is a straight kind of guy –
We know ‘cos he told us he’s so,
And Anthony Blair’s never told us a lie
About Eccleston’s million or cash for the dome
Or Mandleson’s quite understandable loan
Or wee Leo’s jabs, not a lie, not a lie,
Oh certainly, certainly no.
After eight years he’s ready to set about
What he’s always longed to begin:
Putting dictators all to rout,
Driving crime, disease and poverty out,
And most important, without a doubt,
Just saving Anthony’s skin.
The activists all love Anthony Blair
And they’re working like Santa’s elves.
If the people can’t be bothered to vote
(A thing that can really get Anthony’s goat)
They’ll gather the ballots like hunting stoats
And fill all of them in themselves.
And Anthony Blair is quick to correct
Any problems that need correction.
“Don’t worry about all the voting fraud,
I’ll just change the law I rammed through before
And stamp it out, you can rest assured,
Trust me, after the next election.”
8. His loyal servants
We got Robin Cook from Anthony Blair
Who cut through the moral maze,
Bringing FO ethics in place of strife
And exhorting us all to a higher life –
The red-haired drunkard who dumped his wife
As they set off on holiday.
We got Blunkett too from Anthony Blair
Who filled his posts so grandly.
He did no good but he cursed right fine,
And was truly original when he resigned –
The first one ever – to spend more time
With somebody else’s family.
Gordon Brown has been Anthony’s loyal henchman
From Granita through to Iraq,
Spraying data with Dalek-like speed and tension –
No please don’t complain that he’s buggered your pensions,
He did it all with the best of intentions,
And he’s not going to give them back.
The political Einstein is Stephen Byers
(Don’t call him a useless berk)
Who with infinite skill pulled infinite wires
To pull Rover’s workforce out of the fires
And hand them to men some call thieves and liars,
And now they’re all out of work.
9. He Bestrides the Globe
All Anthony’s acts are so energising –
Like reforming the House of Lords,
Hereditaries out, and a new sun rising
Because Tony believes in democratising,
A whole new crop of jolly good guys in –
And all appointed by Anthony’s frauds.
Anthony Blair is devoted to God
Who he’s certain has made him Prime Minister,
But can’t you imagine, if you were God,
You might fear Tony thought you distinctly unmod-
Ern, and find the looks he was giving You odd –
And even a little bit sinister.
Anthony Blair is so very sincere,
Whether he’s happy or sad,
One minute he’s grinning from ear to ear,
The next he’s wiping away a tear,
Then a look in his eye makes it suddenly clear
That he’s ever so slightly mad.
He’s going to stay for just one more term –
You may think that decidedly odd,
With the fate of the nation and world at stake
And his role in history still to fake,
But he’s thought it through and decided to take
Up a new position as God.
In Praise of Anthony Blair
1. Regeneration
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
There is always a new success:
An initiative here, an initiative there
Eye-watering initiatives everywhere
And all from Anthony Lyndon Blair
And we really should be impressed.
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
The dead are on Anthony’s side –
His soft praying hands and his soft little choke
For the People’s Princess and the People’s Pope,
The People’s Queen Mum and the People’s soft soap –
They’re all brought along for the ride.
In Praise of Anthony Blair
1. Regeneration
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
There is always a new success:
An initiative here, an initiative there
Eye-watering initiatives everywhere
And all from Anthony Lyndon Blair
And we really should be impressed.
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
The dead are on Anthony’s side –
His soft praying hands and his soft little choke
For the People’s Princess and the People’s Pope,
The People’s Queen Mum and the People’s soft soap –
They’re all brought along for the ride.
2. Peace in Ireland
In Ireland Anthony’s put things right
And soothed all history’s sores
With the soft-voiced man with the Armelite
And the ballot box and the gelignite
And the cold-water bath that gives traitors frights
Whom Anthony just adores.
And although Ulster’s terrorists break kid’s bones
Tony goes from success to success.
He’s placated the Yanks and he’s massaged the stats,
He’s put out the crimson welcome mats
And he’s going to subsidise baseball bats
In the name of the peace process.
3. New Britain
He’s taken this land of Satanic mills
And abolished child poverty from it.
Now all the kids enjoy good school meals
And the kids go to clubs and kick up their heels
Then go out the back and enjoy a few feels
And the streets are awash with vomit.
He’s tough on crime and the causes of crime
Laying down all the social norms,
And hires more police officers all the time
To boost the strength of the thin blue line –
No, they’re not on the streets, but that’s just fine,
They’re hard at work, filling in forms.
Every one of us knows we are Anthony’s debtors.
He came in with public acclaim,
The golden-haired public schoolboy from Fettes
Whose anthem was Things Can Only Get Better –
Though I felt at the time a more probable bet was
The Who’s Don’t Get Fooled Again.
There are those who say that he’s lost the knack
Of achieving a perfect con.
But Anthony says “Let’s go forward not back
With great hospitals, schools and railway track
And I wish you’d stop talking about Iraq –
It really is time to move on.”
4. Economic success
In the brave new world of Anthony Blair
The money don’t go very far –
Not ordinary money, people’s money,
The money that Cherie would think quite funny
If you offered her that for her work at the bar.
But Britain is vibrant and youthful and gay
He’s told us, voice ringing with truth.
It’s reborn and new in a New Labour way
Behold and be glad at the dawning of day –
You old fools don’t need pensions at all anyway
When Tony has blessed you with youth!
5. The War on Terror
In the war to win points from the terrorist threat
Tony Blair is ahead by a mile
How can we stop an eleven September?
(Sorry, says Blunkett, I can’t remember)
Well we’ve got to look tough, so lets simply dismember
Little things like a right to a trial.
And Tony has words to raise up our hearts,
Says we’ve nothing to fear but fear.
The sands of the desert are running red,
The weapons are missing, the scientist’s dead,
But Anthony Blair proudly holds up his head
And says he’s officially cleared.
6. The International Statesman
Tony, we all admire how brave you are,
You give evil regimes the push.
You’re truly an international saviour,
Telling tyrant’s “Well gosh you must mind your behaviour
Or you’ll get what I gave to Yugoslavia
If I get permission from Bush.”
Now Anthony’s off on a grand new mission
To save all of Africa
Doing to it what he’s done to Britain
With splendid committees for him to sit on
With a few pop stars and some politicians
Dining on pate foie gras.
And Tony deserves an explanation
Why he’s not got a Nobel prize
For he’s talked and he’s talked about education
And talked about Africa’s regeneration
And he’s bombed the peace into several nations –
What more can I do, he cries.
7. Whiter than White
Now Anthony Blair is a straight kind of guy –
We know ‘cos he told us he’s so,
And Anthony Blair’s never told us a lie
About Eccleston’s million or cash for the dome
Or Mandleson’s quite understandable loan
Or wee Leo’s jabs, not a lie, not a lie,
Oh certainly, certainly no.
After eight years he’s ready to set about
What he’s always longed to begin:
Putting dictators all to rout,
Driving crime, disease and poverty out,
And most important, without a doubt,
Just saving Anthony’s skin.
The activists all love Anthony Blair
And they’re working like Santa’s elves.
If the people can’t be bothered to vote
(A thing that can really get Anthony’s goat)
They’ll gather the ballots like hunting stoats
And fill all of them in themselves.
And Anthony Blair is quick to correct
Any problems that need correction.
“Don’t worry about all the voting fraud,
I’ll just change the law I rammed through before
And stamp it out, you can rest assured,
Trust me, after the next election.”
8. His loyal servants
We got Robin Cook from Anthony Blair
Who cut through the moral maze,
Bringing FO ethics in place of strife
And exhorting us all to a higher life –
The red-haired drunkard who dumped his wife
As they set off on holiday.
We got Blunkett too from Anthony Blair
Who filled his posts so grandly.
He did no good but he cursed right fine,
And was truly original when he resigned –
The first one ever – to spend more time
With somebody else’s family.
Gordon Brown has been Anthony’s loyal henchman
From Granita through to Iraq,
Spraying data with Dalek-like speed and tension –
No please don’t complain that he’s buggered your pensions,
He did it all with the best of intentions,
And he’s not going to give them back.
The political Einstein is Stephen Byers
(Don’t call him a useless berk)
Who with infinite skill pulled infinite wires
To pull Rover’s workforce out of the fires
And hand them to men some call thieves and liars,
And now they’re all out of work.
9. He Bestrides the Globe
All Anthony’s acts are so energising –
Like reforming the House of Lords,
Hereditaries out, and a new sun rising
Because Tony believes in democratising,
A whole new crop of jolly good guys in –
And all appointed by Anthony’s frauds.
Anthony Blair is devoted to God
Who he’s certain has made him Prime Minister,
But can’t you imagine, if you were God,
You might fear Tony thought you distinctly unmod-
Ern, and find the looks he was giving You odd –
And even a little bit sinister.
Anthony Blair is so very sincere,
Whether he’s happy or sad,
One minute he’s grinning from ear to ear,
The next he’s wiping away a tear,
Then a look in his eye makes it suddenly clear
That he’s ever so slightly mad.
He’s going to stay for just one more term –
You may think that decidedly odd,
With the fate of the nation and world at stake
And his role in history still to fake,
But he’s thought it through and decided to take
Up a new position as God.