It is Sunday morning and most people are probably at the stage where leaving bed seems like an implausible task. For most, Saturday night is a night off time to relax, have a few friends round, go to the cinema, whatever. However last night, there was one creature for which this was not the case.
The creature opens one devious eye and makes an inspection of his lair. Not a soul in sight, save for the ones it keeps bottled on the shelves belonging to those he served before, now mere trinkets in its beastly career. The creature detaches itself from the keep and slithers quietly away from all light. He must prepare for the coming days wickedness that awaits him. For his master has need of him today. Things look grim for his master. Conspirator tried to dispose of him during the week. Blades were sharpened and passed under tables but the creature stopped the plotters from piercing his master’s frail form. The creature reads the intelligence gathered by its unholy minions in the night. What could be described as being similar to a smile... flutters across its repugnant, iniquitous face as it reads, but it is not a smile of joy or happiness. It is a smile that shows it now knows how to evade the angry mobs justice. Light breaks through the creature’s window and a minion calls up the stairwell to its master "Lord Mandelson? Your car is here"
I have no Journalistic source or evidence that Lord Mandelson is in fact the Lord of the Flies nor am I 100% sure that he has a chauffer to take him to and from the House of unelected spongers, but I reckon there is a pretty decent chance of both.
The way he operates is pure evil! I say that in the Shakespearian not Glaswegian vernacular. The web of "Mistruths" he spins is so elaborate that this morning on Andrew Marrs programme he actually made Mr Marr (a hero of the craft) forget half the questions he had asked him. Every single question was expertly answered, almost as if he was reading the mind of our Journalist in shining armour and was engaging the interview from two maybe three questions ahead.
The Right Horrible Lord Mandelson is as we all know being hounded by newspapers this weekend after some rather embarrassing emails found their way into the media. The controversy has come because last week while members of the cabinet began jettisoning from government calling for their leader to hang up his red rose; the one who defended him was the above mentioned fiend. The emails also above mentioned described the prime minister as being (in the creatures own words) “Insecure, self-conscious physically and emotionally, uncomfortable in his skin and angry.” A safe bet today will be that some information will be soon “leaked” somewhere that shows in secret that Lord Mandelson really thinks Gordon Brown is “Super cool, really confident, and in general a happy camper.”
I am not outraged and furious about the state of politicians in our country anymore. I am just bored and sort of worried about the way the public are reacting to them. Just letting everything slide. Where are the calls for a hung parliament? Why is the queen not saying this is not the kind of regime that deserves the title of Her Majesty’s Government?
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