The Brits are some of the finest people on earth but when you get a bad one, boy, do you get a stinker.
Thus the case with two British leftwing clowns, George Galloway and Ken Livingstone, both castro lovers, sandalistas and Houseboys to the Venezuelan thug.
It needs some effort to decide which one is worse. You got your Galloway, the dickhead, right here, all Mister Dignity. In his spare time, he does treason against the West, and was caught red-handed in the oil for food scandal. Dickens could not make a creep like this up.
Here is what he’s been up to now and don’t click this unless you’ve digested your entire breakfast first.
But you also have your Ken Livingstone, the very London Mayor Red Ken himself, the Marxist who opened London’s gates to castro’s minime, all the while abusing British citizens in London who sought to exercise their freedom of speech. Red Ken groveled before Chavez, begged him for some cheap heating oil, made a spectacle of himself, and then went flying down to Caracas to pay tribute to The Thug while controversy swirled all around them both.
That’s why Chavez wouldn’t give the little grovelling sycophant the time of day and threw him out on his ear instead. Livingstone “cancelled” his trip to Caracas, even though he had flown all the way out to Havana to worship castro’s decaying carcass, citing Chavez’s busy schedule.
That’s not what happened of course. Alek Boyd was waiting for the little cousin-effer’s arrival in Caracas and was set to be giving interviews to the London press about the obscene spectacle of wealthy London taking charity heating oil from starving Venezuela. It was a political stink bomb on both sides of the Atlantic.
Tail between his legs, Livingstone flew home. it’s nice to know that even Chavez doesn’t want to be around him anymore. Another disgusting cheap-oil program is biting the dust.
These twits are truly outdoing each other on the idiot front.
Another gaggle of twittering twits following in the footsteps of past twittering twits…
From “Time” magazine, November 29, 1943:
Posted Monday, Nov. 29, 1943
As often before in his turncoat career, dark, humorless, melodramatic Sir Oswald Mosley was the center of a storm last week. As often before, the storm was more important than its center.
The Black Shirt. Successively a Conservative, Laborite and Socialist, Sir Oswald emerged in 1932 as the firebrand founder of the blackshirted British Union of Fascists. He broadcast his admiration for his friends Hitler and Mussolini, tried to put his country in the Axis orbit. His hoodlums attacked labor meetings, were attacked in turn. Wherever Sir Oswald went, a kind of hate rose that was strange to Britain.
A law banning political uniforms stripped off the black shirts in 1937, but did not change the line of Mosley Fascists. Even the war did not stop Sir Oswald; not until May 1940 did total war make Britain curtail its traditional totally free speech. Then, without trial and for the safety of the kingdom, Sir Oswald and his ardently sympathetic wife, Lady Mosley, were locked up. Since then, he has been a privileged prisoner. In Holloway Prison (for women) he had his wife’s company, a four-room apartment, other prisoners for charwomen, medical attendance and permission to visit London doctors after he fell ill of phlebitis (inflammation of the veins).
The Black Symbol. Last week, through a side door of crenelated Holloway, the Mosleys stepped into an automobile. It took them into seclusion where they will be technically free, but still under police supervision.
Word that Laborite Home Secretary Herbert Morrison was about to release the Mosleys had got out before they did. The explanation that Sir Oswald was sick and harmless did not appease angry Britons. Workers’ delegations vainly sought Winston Churchill at No. 10 Downing Street, tramped on to Morrison’s office, where again they were denied an audience. Factory groups protested. Street speakers cried: “What are we fighting against— phlebitis or Fascism?” Most of the London press joined the outcry.
To all, it was obvious that Morrison had merely carried out a decision of the Tory-dominated coalition Government. But that circumstance only heightened the fact that Sir Oswald Mosley was a British symbol of Britons’ Fascist enemies. To the British working masses, who form the backbone of the Labor Party, Sir Oswald the Fascist symbol loomed large and black.
Laborite Ernest Bevin’s big, powerful Transport and General Workers’ Union resolved that freedom-for-Mosley indicated that “the Government is wavering in its adherence to the principles for which we are fighting.” Morrison promptly broke his silence, chided T.G.W.U. for haste, and promised a full explanation to Parliament.
Politically, freedom-for-Mosley thus had a subtle effect. By deepening the rifts already present in the Labor Party, the release of Fascist Mosley may heighten the Tory chances in Britain’s next general elections.
Great post. I recall the first time I ran into Galloway in the news, around the start of the Iraqui war, and couldn’t believe the wackjob actually held office. Not only did he hold office, but he had quite a cultic following. He’s a neat bundle of all that is crass in society and reprehensible in politics. Calling him “controversial” is the epitome of Brit understatement.
I feel bad for our cousins across the pond; don’t know what’s worse, dealing with terrorists walking in their midst, or putting up with an embodiement of vulgarity and incompetence like Galloway ….. not to mention Livingstone. But as long as they are media darlings, they will stick around. Sort of like Teddy Kennedy.
Thank God I haven’t had breakfast yet.
Unfortunately the contemptible, like the poor, will always be with us.