You know, I sometimes feel like giving up this pointless interest in world affairs, stoatfans.
Rien ne change plus, plus the media just ends up winding one up, what?

All the best:

Cheeky Stoat

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" Always a frown, with Gordon Brown "
Caption & Stranglers lyrics rearrangement c. El Cheeky Stoat 2009

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Some spineless maggots.

Some HOC Labour MPs.

.... "the abiding makeup of the average Nu-Lav jobsworth. The vast majority of the PLP have never held down a job in the real world, would have no hope of doing so, and were they to stumble into one by accident, would soon be sacked for sloth and venality.
Thus, these bloated parasites have no sense of the value of honest work, and the rewards attached, and will do anything to insulate themselves from any essay in that direction in favour of retaining their place at the Westminster trough. Sadly, they only ever contemplate leaving that comfortable place for a better one at the great Eurotrough to the South.

El Cheeky Stoat.

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Ever since as a baby stoat remembering Thatcher the then young Tory education minister cutting free school milk to millions of growing children in the name of economics, I remember thinking... "what a bitch! ".. basically.
( A sentiment that only grew over time 'fraid. )

After neutering the unions and throwing hundreds of thousands of honest, decent hard-working miners on the slagheap - and in the process devastating entire communities - she proceeded to instigate the biggest post-war power shift this country has known ( and from her poisoned bosom it has spread worldwide like some malevolent virus ) during the mid to late 80s, even further away from ordinary working people and firmly towards the wealthy and the ruling elite, by surreptitiously passing a succession of anti-social stability and anti-democratic laws - opposed at the time by Labour but then enthusiastically endorsed by the duplicitous vicious war criminal "son of Thatcher" Tony Blair, upon gaining office.

For example she changed housing law so as no one is secure in their rented home for more than 2 months. She changed employment law so as no one's secure in their job. Turning people into fearful slaves on a rigged treadmill of eternal debt and inexorable state repression.
And the rot is continuing to this day under the cowardly self-serving empty-promise-a-minute Brown ....

The G20 London marches this week are essentially mass protests against that original vicious Thatcherist bully school of snout-in-the-trough control freak capitalist brutality.

They're marching against accelerating social injustice, an encroaching police and surveillance state and financial inequality, the global recession a result of unbridled capitalism. Just as Soviet communism failed abjectly in the end, exposed as an enslaver of people, so we're now witnessing the failure of its much-championed "alternative".

It was Alan Greenscam er span, the wizened economics adviser to Thatcher in the 80s, who masterminded the deregulation of markets in 2000, allowing banks - overseen and approved of by the likes of Gordon Brown - to lend insane multiples of income to unscrupulous property developers and buy-to-let spivs, who in the end took (Madeoff with ) the billions and going on the lamb; left the man and woman in the global street to pick up the crippling tab.

And if anyone imagines the new Conservatives are likely to be any better...
" Thank goodness for Margaret Thatcher " - David Cameron, 2008.

Full circle of political shite then.

Anyone for the stoat's new " Putting people before excessive profit " party?

CHEEKY STOAT

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Since when, the stoat asks, has it ever been partial to make an appeal for help for an entire people, many of them injured and traumatized children, without food, electricity, water or shelter?

Sell-out Mark Thompson - career and knighthood before decency and morality.

The ruthlessly ambitious Mark Thompson and his crawling career side-kick jobsworth virtual namesake busy defending the indefensible with weasel words to camera.

For DG Thompson to infer there exists BBC impartiality in the first place is laughable and an insult to its funding viewers' intelligence.

Ironically the BBC along with the belligerent Zionist Rupert Murdoch's Sky News' refusal to do the obviously humane thing, under the nauseatingly hypocritical guise of "compromising impartiality", means they've actually ended up indecently exposing themselves in headlines writ large to the wider public for the eminently partial pro-Israel-come-what-may diseased media mouthpieces that they previously, but somewhat surreptitiously, always were.

Even if Israel had God forbid nuked Gaza city, it's difficult to envisage the BBC having a markedly different attitude towards hosting an appeal to help lessen the acute suffering of its people.

Check out the television journalists and newsreaders employed at the BBC. Study Newsnight sometime.
Check out just how many reporters and presenters "happen to be" Jewish.

So it's now crystal clear to the license-paying public of this country, that as far as Mark Thompson and his self-serving ilk - including especially the Middle East Joke Envoy Tony Blair and big chief Murdoch - are concerned; a Palestinian's life is worth less than that of an animal.

Please give whatever you can, your donation is ensured by the DEC to reach the needy on the ground in the immediate forms of food and medical aid.
( The stoat has today donated £20 )

www.Memory-hole.blog.co.uk
"Even I didn’t think they could stoop quite this low, but the BBC appear to have outdone themselves. The Corporation has just refused to air a humanitarian appeal for the people of Gaza by the Disasters Emergency Committee – the kind of appeal that the BBC has in the past aired routinely – on the grounds that this would compromise the public’s belief in their “impartiality”. Once again, the BBC is defending the interests of the powerful, hypocritically covering its tracks with professions of adherence to high-minded journalistic principle."
- Tim Holmes

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SPOT THE DIFFERENCE

At the height of the Israeli bombardment of Gaza, on Tuesday January 13th '09 and with approaching 1000 civilians already killed, the Daily Mail ( owned by Rupert Murdoch's Associated Newspapers ) did not contain a single word of copy covering the ongoing genocide, within the entire publication.

The smug and shameless Daily Mail editor Paul Dacre
" stamps himself on his newspaper each morning " - John Lloyd, academic and journalist.
" But not before he grovels before his wizened master in the Sky for agreement and approval" - Cheeky Stoat.

The Daily Express ( read Daily Getsworse ) - which as we know is owned by the pro Zionist porn baron Desmond Raymond - did little better.

Just so as we're all aware exactly who are censoring what we're allowed to see, hear and read through our sadly compromised and jaundiced media ... and how a dangerously imbalanced strongly pro-Zionist picture of world news is being deliberately propagated on a daily basis throughout our so-called free press and television...

.. and if anyone thinks for a moment the stoat is anti-semitic in his views then fine, he's in excellent company with the following upstandingly decent Jewish gentleman.

(thanks to steph' for the link)

Successive Israeli governments are effectively Auschwitz guilt-tripping western democracies into accepting their 21st C. Nuremberg crimes as "legitimate self-defence" whilst denying their longstanding victims, whose land they are occupying, that very right... and in its stead branding Palestinian freedom fighters as militants and terrorists. I can't work out what Israel's problem is with giving reparation to the Palestinians along with some dignity and respect. I'm sure most Israeli Jews and Palestinians want to live together in harmony, the leadership on both sides need to show some maturity and get jaw-jawing rather pronto

CHEEKY STOAT

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All for ONE and ONE for all.

www.stephiblog.wordpress.com

CHEEKY STOAT

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He's going on the march for peace today.

It's refreshing to see a celebrity member of the Jewish faith such as Alexei courageously risking limiting his career by coming out on national television to condemn the Israeli government's war crimes in Gaza in the strongest of terms and defend the Palestinian people by citing the literney of atrocities visited upon them and their imprisoned, starved and downtrodden society over the years by their monstrously inhumane neighbour from hell.

" Even if they surrender it won't be enough " - AS
A man with his head screwed ON

CHEEKY STOAT.

Since the second intifada broke out in 2000, Israelis have killed nearly 5,000 Palestinians, almost 1,000 of them minors.

CALLING ALL RESPONSIBLE BLOGGERS...
The Stoat requests you pen a dedicated post giving your personal view on the situation - don't just leave it to one or two people on blog.co.uk to make an effort to make the world a fairer place for all. Play your part too, remember "every little helps"

Surely your "daily diary" can wait til tomorrow?
Let's not all simply live for ourselves!

www.stephiblog.wordpress.com

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EL CHEEKY STOAT
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Since the second intifada broke out in 2000, Israelis have killed nearly 5,000 Palestinians, almost 1,000 of them minors.

Since fall of 2007, Israel has kept the 1.5 million Gazans under a blockade, interdicting food, fuel and medical supplies to one degree or another. Wreaking collective punishment on civilian populations such as hospital patients denied needed electricity is a crime of war.

CALLING ALL RESPONSIBLE BLOGGERS...
The Stoat requests you copy the above banner to your next blog post to show your concern for the present situation in Gaza, or at least pen a post of your own giving your personal opinion on the attacks - don't just leave it to one or two people on blog.co.uk to make an effort to make the world a fairer place for all. Play your part too, remember "every little helps"

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Baby Pudsey nite is with us again folks, and we're expected to shell out the hard-earned ready crispies once more without question into the bunted Beeb bucket of this perennial good cause.

But with recent tragic events in Haringey uncomfortably close to the nerve, its hard for the big bandaged BBC bear not to have negative associations in the public eye.

With a mere cursory glance at the stat's it's fairly apparent that donkeys' years of this jovial tawdry national whip-round seems to have done little to stave off the grim meat-hook reality of being a child growing up in this country nowadays. Two thousand miserable under-16s phoning the child helpline every day to report abuse at home. Child poverty at an all-time high, the scant "education" and, barring exceptions, lack of emotional support, care and warmth from stressed parents, producing drunken and frustrated out-of-control dumbed-down delinquent louts on the streets just about every night of the week.... and good old Auntie washing her hands of any responsibility whatsoever - her guilt assuaged by old four-leaf clovered gravy train Sir Terry c/w some fresh tit n' ass blonde side kick raking in the dosh for all the "good causes".

Well it doesn't seem to have been good enough, Tel' old boy. (

How about those smart-suited pig-in-s**t money-for-nothing White City wally managers producing programmes that actually uplift, educate, encourage and inspire children to positive values, social responsibility and high aspirations in their future adult lives in the stead of the present inspid, violent, tasteless and degraded dross so shamelessly promoted as adult normality, upon impressionable youth the rest of the time.

The BBC would make me puke to high heaven if I hadn't already emptied my little white furry belly of the day's stickleback, frog and slugs via the big spit all over my wee portable telly at the sight of a CIN trailer earlier on, here at stoat hole towers.
Like, YUK all round.

EL CHEEKY STOAT

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In addendum to my previous frothing ATM post, the stoat learns this evening that Johnathan Ross ( Johnny Dross to us ) is to be suspended without pay for 3 months for his prat in the retarded Hirsute'd one's sick R2 phone prank. Of course at end of day the decision was all down to the filthy lucre, BBC can ill afford to lose the £9 mill' still due to land in his bin til' end of contract in 18 months time. If they'd have fired him, his notoriously busy lawyers ( oh yes he loves to dish out the dirt but is pretty quick on the old litigation trigger at the merest whiff of defamation back ) would have most likely extracted more than that in compensation and costs.

So. A light wrist-slap of three months without pay ( gee that'll really kill him ) and a conveniently seasonal window of opportunity for the talentless jumped-up gobby shyster to make another public statement of contrition then quietly jet off with his clovered family to the sun-drenched holiday villa to snicker from a great poolside deckchair-distance at the millions of licence payers from whom he's been allowed to leech off big time, as they struggle to endure a bleak winter of CC impoverishment.

As John Cooper Clarke once said... no one can find a good word for him. But I can - TW*T.

CHEEKY STOAT

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The players; Russell Bland, Johnathan Dross, Andrew Sachs and his rocking goth grandaughter Georgina.

The two villains of the piece... plainly out of their boxes on something or other , leaving diatribe such as this on the elderly Faulty Towers star's ansaphone....

As Brand begins to leave a message, Ross blurts out: "He fucked your granddaughter... I'm sorry I apologise. Andrew, I apologise, I got excited, what can I say - it just came out.

Brand replies: "Andrew Sachs, I did not do nothing with Georgina - oh no, I've revealed I know her name. Oh no, it's a disaster."

The presenters also joked that the actor might kill himself as a result.

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This rancid stuff, besides being offensive in extremis, is about as funny as a burning orphanage - to quote Bernard Manning. These two definitions of prat are paid a king's ransom from your pockets to churn out this dumbed-down low brow vacuous crapola week in week out.

Speaking as a lowly stoat from a soily den with no need to stump up a TV license fee due to wisely viewing the BBC's insipidly monotonous monochrome entertainment in matching B & W, I sincerely hope this dismal pair of talentless court jestering oafs get their just custard pie-in-face desserts .... but knowing the trend to gutter level "entertainment" preferred by the almighty governors these days, these two beef jerkys will likely as not get off with a slap on the wrist each... and be back to their old charlie-snorting toilet wall-scrawl yawnsville "entertainment" in no time.

There was probably more raw talent and authentic humour expressed by Sachs as "Manuel" in one episode of FT than there's likely to be in the entire careers of both these jumped-up twerps put together. No wonder Connie Booth emigrated.

Whoever said TV is for Teletubbies these days is right on the money.

CHEEKY STOAT

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A month's rain in a day, winds to knock us off our feet... we're lovin' it ! "
Don't pick your nose while wearing a kinky rubber mask while you yomp into horizontal rain, warns the stoat.... you could suffer terrible brain damage if you walk into a large roadside boulder.

The RAF rescue 'copter is called out to scour the fells for lost sheepwalkersTM.

The big chief hails the silliness of holding the marathon after police advice to call it off when bad weather was forecast... " The hills could have become a giant morgue"

Much ado about nowt!, chuckle the rescued sheepwalkers as they are bussed back to their comfy lodgings to dry out.

" Dont know what all't fuss were aboot" complains one SAS-fit super walker, before taking an hour to bail 5" of floodwater from his parked car using the tiny cup off the top of his trendy slimline lightweight fell-runners' thermos flask

The event organizer, Miss " dont mess with me" Longbottom ( ahem!) rants on tediously on how the mountain marathon masochists are experienced hillwalkers "including doctors and lawyers"... and calls the police and subsequent media attention "unnecessary". And who, asks the Stoat, in their right mind would want to contradict That fair lady!

All the good stoat knows is there's far too much of this organized madness going on these days in yon hills. Many's the time I've nearly been rolled over by mountain bikers from behind, zooming down't hill. If Id have sprung out to one side to grab a slug on't path just then I'd have been one stiff stoat.
COMPULSARY RINGING OF BELLS ON BIKES WHEN APPROCHING PEDESTRIANS FROM BEHIND SHOULD BE MADE LAW !!!
The hills are there to be enjoyed at a leisurely pace like a vintage wine or single malt. These people who see them as some kind of obstacle course to prove their egos are fit find no time to stop and take in the beauty and wonder of it all.
Maybe that's because they're incapable of appreciating beauty.... in that case maybe they should confine their tiresome macho showoff marathons to circuits of the giant coal & slate slagheaps of south Wales in future

CHEEKY STOAT

ps Read Ian Thorpe's panoramic view on this sodden shambles at Jenny Greenteeth's Boggartblog... www.greenteeth.blog.co.uk

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All well and good, bleat the bought-off tabloids... a "necessary step to stabilize the markets" we hear.

Yet only today the stoat has learnt this mega amount of our money has been handed over to the City fat cats with no enforceable preconditions whatsoever.

Nothing to force the banks to start lending again to the man in the street looking for a mortgage to buy his first home... nothing at all to ensure our cash is spent on re-financing small businesses in order for them to be able to grow.

All this is, is a barely-disguised taxpayers' money-laundering scam of breathtaking proportions, completely rigged in favor of the fat cats in the City to be able to stay in their overpaid jobs in their plush Canary Wharf ivory towers, keep taking their mega bonuses with only token new caps in place.... and to keep living the high life... and at our expense for years more to come.

Effectively lending a crockload of our cash without our permission, unconditionally... to his own ilk.

And the Brown/Darling ticket the champion of their piggy cause.

Sleaze... doesn't even come close.

And the likes of those well-heeled pinstriped spivs and chancers expect the likes of the stoat to stump up a monkey a year for a licence for his wee 5" stoat hole skip-rescued telly that only spews bland mediocrity twenty four seven fifty two?

Nice one Mr Chancellor

CHEEKY STOAT

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When it gets to the stage when the only thing keeping the dreadful Mr Gordon "clingon"TM Brown from being wiped away and flushed down the Labour lavatory of lost leaders - following in the eminently forgettable footsteps of Foot ( npi) and Kinnock - is a financial crisis, then this tawdry Manchester conference with its SO transparent veneer of fake smiles, firm handshakes and plot, erm polite applause, has only one objective for the members - to simply get through the ordeal and with a collective sigh of relief, go home.

A more rank display of false unity and hypocritical weasel talk you could not find.
Brown's tawdry survival speech act, with a barely disguised desperate pleading foreward from his long-suffering wife, may as well have been delivered to himself in the full length no. 10 hallway reflector for all the substance and spine it contained, or for all the genuine impact it imparted.

This Times front page picture, brought to the stoat's attention by the remarkable Ian Thorpe ( www.greenteeth.blog.co.uk ) via his goodly sister fatsally, is quite the classic, heh.
Sally thinks the creep Milliband looks like Frank Spencer here... the stoat envisages a Tim Henman doppelganger in disbelieving delight that he's just got through to the quarterfinals at Wimpledon.

All the creepy little jerk has to do is sit back and bide his time while the MPs applauding Brown now, sharpen their political knives in readiness for a window of opportunity for the inevitable collective Brutus moment - their only motivation of course being hoping against hope to save their own Savile Row pinstripe-clad asses ( seats) at the next GE.

Nothing whatsoever to do with concerns for the welfare of the people of this country.
Labour MPs - barring one or two noteable exceptions a shameless & spineless bunch of self-important plotting parasitic plonkers.

CHEEKY STOAT

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What's this all about then stoat fans?

Who TF are they trying to impress?

A lavish 4-hour ceremonial show involving thousands of made-up and pre-programmed production-line clones draped in multi-colored silks, weaving Tia chi-like in robotic synchronicity, wearing huge snakes and dragons, swinging their paper lanterns, waving myriads of meaningless brazen banners and flags, beating and bashing all manner of drum and cymbal and brandishing symbols of Chinese "culture" for the whole bored world to TV-see. All celebrating this hideous smog-impregnated bird's nest of girders lined with the bird SHIT of predominantly doped-up athletes, rife corruption and an occupied and bludgeoned to death Tibet.

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So then, it's interesting to observe with a critical eye, "Mr "everyone-owned-a-crock-Amstrad's" god-like status, afforded him by the relentless stream of young go-getting wannabees ever-ready to suck up to his god-like status within the business community.

Yes sir Alan.
No sir Alan.
Three bags full of shite, Sir Alan.

The latest street-sharp CV-lying heartless cut-throat spiv to gain Sir Alan's nod.

And The Apprentice, is lapped-up enthusiastically by an entire nation of "entrepreneurs", who imagine that yes, they too could live like the Beckhams if only they too had the requisite qualities of the candidates lapping at Sir Alan's Munster cheese feet.

The qualities most admired by "El Shmuck" and therefore absorbed and imputed upon by the masses watching, we observe, are the animalistic ones of dog-like devotion to the Sir, "in-for-the-kill", destroying the competition, shrewd cunning, ruthlessness, "drive" ( and with all the cruelty and inhumane behaviour that implies) and emotionless cut-throatedness.

In other words, the qualities being set forth as a good example to the youthful masses tuning in to the Jewish-dominated MSM of today are nothing short of barbaric opportunistic ruthlessness.
The qualities of compassion, kindliness, honesty and fairness are nowhere to be seen or felt. (And yes, it is possible to be honest in business and still be successful.)

Sir Alan Bugger promotes nothing but the old-fashioned remorseless commercial dog-eat-dog competition ethic that has now, like every dog like Sir Alan... had its day.

The common working man has had enough of the sir Alan bullshit-type business ethic nightmare that manifests as PO closures, creeping privatisation of healthcare, extortionate utility, fuel and food bills, massive slave labour immigration...

It's the dawn of the age of PEOPLE OVER PROFIT and QUALITY OF LIFE FOR THE COMMON MAN OVER YET MORE CREAM FOR THE FAT CATS

Just watch the way the wretched old school dinasaur Gordon Brown is going. The old schemes and con tricks no longer work on us.

Viva le stoaty revolution!!!

CHEEKY STOAT

( " Anti-semitic"? Nah, merely anti-unfairness - in whatever guise from whatever racial quarter )

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The Artful Dodger of Downing Street

... through the via media of my beat-up little battery-powered 5 " B & W telly rescued from't local skip, I do in fact tend to wind my little furry bod up into vile-to-behold furious mouth-foaming foot-stomping rants at the unashamed piss-take politics of our current un-elected leader, along with the way this country is being run ( into the ground ).

There seems no end to the shabby and shameful tactics Brown is prepared to use to keep loading-up the burden of pickpocket taxation upon each and every one. Only today it was revealed the hidden whammy of car tax from the last budget applying to older vehicles too, being sneaked out quietly ( as all the legislation that adversely affects the majority of people often is ).

The 10p tax rate also, we suddenly find, pickpockets money from the pensions of the lowest earners.
And the day before the local elections Brown decides to concede a "mistake" was made. Does he imagine folk can't see through his sickly, palsied politliar's facade?

This cynical glorified accountant has no principles, no direction, no interest in the welfare or well-being of the people of this country - it wouldn't surprise me if he puts aside a couple of hours each day to slouch his fat pinstriped arse in the No 10 Ercol daybed, solely to dream up new pickpocket stealth taxes. Already the ludicrous pickpocket bin tax levels are decided - but of course won't be announced til after May 1st.

What is he doing about re-distributing the massive wealth accrued by the utilities, the oil companies, the big food retailers, at the expense of grinding lower-paid families into the ground?

When will he ever tax the rich?

Before this rant gives wee Stoaty one a coronary, he urges all of you to give PICKPOCKET POLITICS (TM) its just dessert tomorrow in the council elections by giving the bastard Brown a good old fashioned kick in the polls.

Cameron and the Tories will doubtless be just as bloody bad when they take over, but at least protest vote whichever way tomorrow, as your way of telling the crook Brown to stuff himself and his soppy chancellor where the sun don't shine!

CHEEKY STOAT

(That was a Party Political Blogcast on behalf of the Principled Stoat party.)

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The Brown/Darling ticket (to hell) release the news that they've decided after all to nationalize the Northern Rock basket case bank, last thing on a frozen Sunday to a half-dead nation, to make sure it makes it to the Monday gutter press on the same day as Al Fayed gives his "sensational" revelations in the Diana inquest... and the next day the Pakistan general elections.

In his court appearance, the Harrods megalomaniac will deliver damming and incredible accusations about the murder of Lady Diana, including the "fact" that Prince Philip is a filthy racist Nazi bastard and actually runs the country and MI6( !!!! )and that Harrods man was the only one privy to a phone call from the Princess on her arrival in Paris in 1997; revealing that she and Muslim Dhodi were about to be engaged and that she had a royal half-caste bun in the oven into the bargain..... and if you believe that the Kensington control freak didn't ALWAYS record his phone conversations, then you'll believe anything.

But there again; WHY were the paparazzi -the first on the crash scene - denied opportunity to give testimony. WHAT was the bright flash of light seen in the tunnel before the crash? WHY were all the CCTV cameras in the tunnel out of action that night only? WHY was Diana's body embalmed before the post mortem, contrary to normal practice? CONVENIENT that the only survivor from the crash, ex-SAS bodyguard Rees says he can't remember anything after leaving the Ritz. HOW did Henri Paul's "blood sample" contain enough carbon monoxide to render the ordinary man unconscious/dead?

Headlines guaranteed to usurp gay Gordon's NR faux pas which has left all us tax-paying suckers at least 3K worse off.

Just as in 9/11 with that Labour publicist'ess emailing that it "might be a good day to bury bad news", politliars - as ever - can always be guaranteed to sneak out the brown stuff under cover of other convenient headlines.

Shameless bunch of ass wipes, all of em' !!!

CHEEKY STOAT.

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So we're all off to a flying start this 2008 heh? I sense waves of January joy and optimism flooding the land along with the record deluges.
A couple of items to increase our mirth in the form of stoat observations the past day or three.....

Nice try by Lady Diana's ex butler to paint the Duke of Edinburgh and the rest of the parasitic royals in a typically fawning light at the inquest the other day...(what a crawler that man is.)
"Prince Philip would have been highly unlikely to have described Dodi Fayed as an oily bed hopper"

Is that right Paul? ( and looking a bit oily yourself there, if you don't mind my saying.)

Not ten years ago the Prince of Royal Darkness was in fact pulled up short by the media during a trip to the Great Wall of China, when a reporter overheard him describe the Chinese as a " bunch of slitty eyed dog eating peasants".
Leopards & spots there methinks, your highness!

Meantime up in Jordy land like, the re-appointment of Kev'" I'd luv it if we beat 'em " Keegan as new Magpies manager evokes a mass collective intake of breath.
Talk about Forward to the Past!

The Yorkshire tea boy talks a great game, but when it comes to pressure situations he has tended to droop with performance-related anxiety. Even as a player he used to dribble quite a bit before he shot

Wee Keegan's famed hollow blustering at its best. Second only in the windbag stakes to Neil " Well Allright!!!" Kinnock the pillock.

" The fans must have patience" is his opening line to the long-suffering Toon army.
I have a stoaty feeling in my fur-lined slug & field mouse-filled gut that that's going to be the understatement of the year, our Kev'.

Meantimes yet more glad tidings from the NHS with new stat's citing 17,000 more patient deaths per annum caused by "failings in the system" than in any of the other 5 top Euro countries surveyed.

As the song goes.... Ehhhhhhmigration time COME ON!TM

Meantime every time I have switched on me ol' 5 " B & W beat-up portable battery driven Sanyo telly I dragged fromp't local skip recently, there are moving images of zillions of starlings silhouetted against miserable dusk skylines, doing their acrobatic synchronized swarm performances.
Alright, its interesting, but not that ferkin' interesting - except maybe for a hungry stoat..

Hmm yes, suddenly those "small to medium-sized passerine birds'" ( luv me Wikipedia) with their speckled and insect shell-shiny plumage have assumed a new interest.

For I have never ripped up and munched on one of these...yum

The Common Starling - somewhat under-appreciated.

So hows about a " Starling Appreciation Week "?
I'll second that!

CHEEKY STOAT

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With the inevitable arrival of the killer strain of bird flu to this savage island - and timed just in time for "Christ"mas, comes the inevitable killer headline by that epitome of sober reportage, The Daily Getsworse.

What TF do they mean, "THREAT TO 5M FESTIVE BIRDS"? They were all destined to be hung upside down on a revolving metal meat hook rack, electrocuted and then their throats slit and left to bleed to death in some benevolent Uncle Bernard Mathews bird Belson anyway weren't they?

" Bootiful "?

One Hellbound SOAB (Hmm, he looks like another jumped-up ass hole I know, too )

If I were a turkey and not a genteel stoat living it up in a hibernation safe house of a snug riverside stoat hole, I think I would greatly prefer the quick gassing that this poor lot got.

Its so easy to relish the taste of the bird, the pig, the small lamb and the newborn calf and blank from the conscious mind the fear and suffering our fellow creatures go through simply to give a temporary taste bud hit to human beings.

I'm scarpering around into PM's expansive Peashurst estate on Christmas day in the hope of scavenging some of the ex-mop top's nut roast throw-outs.
" I don't see why an animal has to die just so as I can enjoy a Christmas dinner"
- Sir Paul.

Macca rocks okay!

EL CHEEKY STOAT.

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Tony Blair has been accused of "gold-digging" and "money-sucking" after he reportedly charged £240,000 for giving a speech in China.
The China Youth Daily newspaper said the address had been like "listening to some domestic county or city-level official" and had given "nothing new" ( read "terminally boring" ).

Let's hope (not) the lying shyster conman war criminal in extremes has a good thick fireproof asbestos suitcase, to prove us all wrong about the old adage " You can't take it with you when you go".

EL CHEEKY STOAT

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So it is with our esteemed PM and the recent election "fever" and thus proving conclusively that GB is no man of action nor of courage, but one with all the innovation and inspiration of the pin-striped accountant waiting on the same Surbiton platform for the same 7.00am into Waterloo each day for the past thirty years.

Brown floated (ptp) the idea of a snap election, half convinced himself that he would call one as the party conference season got into "swing" at the start of the month and with New Labour a good margin ahead of Cameron's dishevelled troops.

No co-incidence then that we saw the time-serving PM-by-default-not-by-democratic election, all of a sudden popping up here there and everywhere - in Iraq, in maternity wards, opening hospitals twice ( the cameras weren't present the first time ) giving interviews etc.

Then he sits back and waits for the Tories to strut their lame stuff exactly as the infirm Thatcher hobbles along these days. And waits for the new set of opinion polls - which show the gap narrowing to a meagre 4 points between the two parties.

And promptly calls it all off.

What an insult to the electorate! What a spineless chancer, what a drab dull plodding no-hoper of a PM we've landed ourselves with here. An inane pointless waffler par excellence, incapable of acting decisively on any issue, the country's heading from Blair's shambles into Brown's buggers' muddle.

'Scuse me while I return fur a lie-in on me twig bed at't back o' me damp riverbank stoathole this lovely bright optimistic English Monday morning.

"The Future's s**te, the Future's Brown" TM

" Brown's a Jobsworth" TM

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Minus of course the sickly permasmirk psychotic war criminal one at the liars' lectern this year.

In the hell-bound one's stead it's old Edinburgh twinkle toes, "playsafe" Prudence himself. Never a one to take a risk - as we so amply saw during the last few years of Blair's dictatorship - even with cobwebs and ceiling motes gathering in his hair next door, he played the waiting game, as is his one and only forte.

So how bleak the REAL outlook for the country must be when even bottle-less Jock Brown considers going to the country after only 3 months in office.

An honest theme tune to this year's LPC would probably go something along the lines of.. " Things can only get worse - so let's merrily harvest the sheep votes while we can".

And of course the opposition parties couldn't find less substantial or more damp dish cloth-exciting leaders, in chameleon Cameron and Ming the pensioners' pin up, if they tried..

Of course on top of the economic material presently hitting the fan - Northern Wreck being probably only the tip of the steaming heap to come - a 100-seat majority would give the bastard juggernaut New Labour nightmare, headed by "taxmax" Gord', a fresh 4-year mandate to impose draconian new laws, stealth and lame carbon -excuse taxes and to roll out motorway road-tolling, along with the abolition of more civil liberties and the covering of the country's remaining green belt with yet more horrendous Barratt box doll's house visions from toytown hell.

And they will, ohhh they will !

Soon enough they'll be able to break down your door for non-payment of a parking fine.

" The future's sh*te, the future's Brown " TM

In short the country won't be worth living in.

Now where did I put me wee stoat passport now? I hear the frogs in SW France are quite tasty

EL CHEEKY STOAT

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Well I'm talking the so-called " HARDtalk", which has been droning on for donkey's years on the Beeb. These days it's hosted by the overly serious BBC journalist Steve Sackur, who usually grills the politliarTM victim until the forehead sweat beads emerge.

Of course we'd be classified paranoid if we suggested the only programme that ever asks difficult and seriously probing questions of politicians ( apart from the occasional irrational high-pitched rant from horse-face Paxman on Newsnight ) is screened at such an unearthly hour; is done so because the viewing figures are then at a 24hr low ebb.

But I am, in fact an unashamed "paranoid" little stoat ( as confirmed by the ravishing Ros Thompson recently on Vort1gern's excellent blog, Wendigo)

Anyways....this very early morn' I tried watching HARD talk as a possible 16 sq inches of B & W visual sleeping draught as I am worried about catching this new foot & mouth business kicking off again upstream from my delightfully soily riverbank stoat hole.

So anyways, today's recipient of Sackur's interrogation was the recently appointed UN emergency relief coordinator Sir John Holmes ( no relation to John "Aintree" Holmes of course ), an admirably emotionless highbrow dodgetalk specialist ( as they all are of course).

Yet here's the rub. As I was drifting away into a stoat slumber, emerging dream visions of crunchy frogs and sticklebacks and juicy slugs between my nifty little nippers; I recoiled in disbelief at the same brick wall answer to two straight questions fired by the BBC man.

" How would you respond to all the statistics from independent charity organizations on the ground in Iraq, that the recent American troop surge is having a terrible effect on the living conditions of Iraqis?"

and..

" What is your comment on the Israeli proposal to shut down all water and electricity supplies to the million jobless and starving people trapped in Gaza"

To both questions the smug and vacuous knight of the realm - and coordinator of the UN Humanitarian Emergency relief remember - declared...

" I won't be drawn into political controversy by offering an opinion ".

Says it all heh? What a corrupt joke the UN actually is. Complete wastes of space & our good taxes - as is that pigs' trough of a EU HQ in Brussels.

The most effective vote is no voteTM, says stoaty one.

HARDtalk? - hardly. The usual double talk much more like.

EL CHEEKY STOAT

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It had me holed-up in me ..well.. stoathole, curled and shivering like a mongrel with distemper on me bed o' damp twigs and in semi-hibernation waiting, waiting waiting...
Wasn't til yester-bastard-day that that strange bright object finally put in an appearance and got all the insects & wildlife active, up and buzzing. All of a sudden the world came back to life and I was oot n' aboot straight away, dartin' out of me earthen residence, hopping high and sprightly through't long grass, catching a few frogs & paw fishing fur those nice crunchy sticklebacks.

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News on me 5" B & W skip-rescued portable telly's not too clever at't mo. Every day brings fresh shootings and yet oddly enough Govt. statistics apparently tell of no overall increase in gun crime! Either the media are reporting this sick stuff more, or old twinkle toes Gordon "taxmax"TM Brown pants has got himself a spin doctor already.

Blimey no wonder people are emigrating for good, that n't bastard weather! Even the eager beaver Poles are starting to trickle back home again. Watch out for the £10 K emigration tax coming soon. Brown pants'll have to stem the flow soon before it becomes a deluge.

No wonder either that folk are spending more and more time online than watching the telly. Barring exceptions like nature programmes & sport, it's nowt but a load of old visual codswallop what's being put out on the old tragic lantern these days.

Its a non stop ferkin' diet of death and violence and crudity of thought and sound.
Only last night this wee stoat had the choice of watching either a film featuring witch-burning, or another showing savages hunting down and killing monkeys in the jungle...or that intensive care hospital soap crap featuring terminally ill people getting cut up in the operating theatre or laying there moaning in agony with tubes stuck in them.

Why is the TV/media fixated with death and destruction and aggro?
Don't we all get more than enough of that in real life as it is?

Paxman did a good lecture about content over technical progress the other day, it was shown once on the 6AM BBC news and never again.

'Scuse me now while I scarper back doon t'd reed beds fur some more sunbathing - must stock up on the old vitimin E ready fur the bastard long English winter ahead!

CHEEKY STOAT

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Enjoy Tony; enjoy the harvest you have sown.

" What profits a man if he gains the whole world, yet loses his own soul?"

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3,000 calves a week are now being exported to the continent.

"So what", you may ask, over your comfortable meat and two veg' weekends.
Well, here are some of the terrible conditions faced by these babies....yes babies - some only 2 weeks old!

Some travel, first, from as far away as the Republic of Ireland and Scotland, with minimal rest and food, to Dover - then continue without rest, food or water to Europe and beyond.

Scientific evidence shows that these innocent and beautiful young animals suffer great trauma and distress during transport. Separated prematurely from their mothers, their immune systems are not fully developed and they are susceptible to heat and cold. They are treated as commodities, not as living sentient beings, and often sustain injuries whilst travelling, especially if sea conditions are rough.

Most of these animals are male dairy calves, unwanted by the dairy industry. If they are not exported by the "caring" farmers, they are frequently killed at birth.

Once on the continent they are often taken to veal units where they are reared in barbaric confined conditions which would be illegal in the UK; without bedding and on slatted floors before slaughter, often in primitive abattoirs, using crude and sometimes ineffective instruments of death, needing more than one strike to kill.

Stoaty one says;

To live at the expense of others' discomfort, distress and suffering has consequences.

THINK before you buy.

CHEEKY STOAT.

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Stoaty one says if this doesn't touch our hearts with pity and remorse, nothing will.
I'm staying put in me dank stoat'ole 'till this thing's blown over.
Meantime it's a leantime for those rotten butchers and sub-human cow-killing abattoir workers and the nation turns to Bernard Matthew's "bootiful" rancid cage fare or goes veggie - at least for a while...unless wild stoat with mushrooms goes on the menu (gulp!)

EL CHEEKY STOAT.

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My good Lord; as I recline, stickleback and rabbit entrails-belly filled at 't back o' me wee sodden stoathole this good Saturday eve; I espy on my treasured beat-up 5 " B&W 1990 portable Sanyo telly rescued fom't local sink estate skip.... the womens' crazy golf championship on BBC2.

Commented upon by the staid Allis/Brown gravy train team of overpaid over-rated pundits; we get to watch the sad and sorry sight (plight) of women trying to play golf.

Hand/eye co-ordination all over the goddam shop, just as in the car driving I hasten to add ( with the risk of a bloggette's stoat nuts-grab here) it re-defines watching paint drying as positively enthralling entertainment.

Frequent drives into the outofbounds/sand traps etc. Puts to triple bogey a 3-handicap par hole that waver and then trundle 10 ft past the hole. Yaaaawn.

etc etc.

But at least there's probably a few lesbian love-fests after hours on the North Sea coast.... ( " Sado-masochistic lesbian orgies - I've hearrrd they do go on" - Alasdair Gray. )

But Women's golf?

PC gone crazy more like.

Stick to what you do best Ladies- dropping sproggs and giving yer old man a hard time !

CHEEKY STOAT

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