Just another Sunday

I wake up to news that the UK government wants to force virtually everyone to do something for their benefits: mothers of one year olds will be going on work experience, the unemployed will be destitute if they don't work for a pittance training to stack shelves, what next? The reintroduction of chain gangs? Why not just get all those people in wheelchairs and with mesathelioma out there wiping your arse James Purnell? Soon we will have 3 million unemployed, but thanks to the prize tabloid-headline-grabbing-twit Purnell they won't be jobless: they'll all be employed by Walmart to wipe MPs arses because that's what's 'right'. And the Tories complain that this crack-down on those failed by the system doesn't go far enough, yet when their friends in the banks and hedge funds bring the world to the edge of a calamitous depression because they were too greedy, what do they do? Bail them out with 500 billion quid.

Blessed relief from the idiotic new Labour crap comes from Paul Flynn, who reminds us of his delightful description of Peter Hain:

"Peter Hain remains relaxed about my noticing his similarity to a Star Trek character that liquefies at the end of each day and sleeps in a bucket overnight emerging from his gelatinous state next morning in any shape he desires. To some that’s a vice. To others a virtue."

And this under-used complaint from a former girlfriend of the rather portly Sir Nicholas Soames MP:

“Making love with Nick was like have a double wardrobe fall on top of you, with the key still in the lock.’