The Judge RANTS!
Netting The Serf
Sometimes, it's most refreshing to see how some grand old ways are
When our National Assembly of the Toothless was set up some five
years ago, some dyed-in-the-wool types were worried by the possibility
that it could mark the end of our country's finest traditions.
They needn't have been concerned, certainly judging by what
happened on the floor of the chamber on Wednesday.
During the debate on the 'Queen''s Speech, Assembly Member Leanne
Wood referred to the alleged head-of-state as "Mrs. Windsor".
Shock! Horror! Elected Politician Shows Disrespect For
Unelected Parasite Shock!
But never mind, all you monarchists! Be of stout heart, for a
gallant hero rode forth to defend the honour of her majesty!
Step forward Leighton Andrews, the Labour AM for Rhondda. Into the
fray he charged, fearing for nought but his invitation to the next Buck
House garden party. This was the telling thrust of his question to
Presiding Officer Dafydd ('Lord') Elis-Thomas:
"I'm sure that in a week when the Queen has been in Cardiff to
open the Wales Millennium Centre my constituents will see that remark
as childish and offensive and I'm sure many others will too."
Aren't you just in awe of the man's courage? Don't you marvel at
his fortitude and strength of character? Aren't you just deafened by
the sound of his hands wringing, Uriah Heep fashion?
E-T, himself a self-proclaimed socialist who nevertheless grabbed
the chance to join that unelectable clique of the has-beens and
never-weres called the 'House Of Lords', naturally concurred, and
ordered Ms Wood to withdraw the remark.
When the brazen hussy decided to stand on principle and declined to
do so, His Lordship ordered her out of the chamber.
(See the BBC report here)
How wonderful to see that, in this at least, the Labour Party is
sticking to its true beliefs. Even though it has turned its back on the
very notion of economic justice, rushed to privatise anything it can
get away with selling, and joined in an illegal war for an ignoble end,
it's heartening to see that it still stays faithful to the old ways of
the likes of George Thomas, that spoiled Mam's boy from Tonypandy,
whose obsequious dangling from the arse-end of the English aristocracy
was an object lesson in how to get to the top without having to sell
anything other than your soul.
Preferment can surely not be long delayed. How soon before we hear "Arise,
Yes, arise, Sir Leighton: arise from your cheap,
lickspittle existence and stand for something other than your own
desire for puerile publicity. The people of Rhondda deserve better,
particularly when faced with multiple attacks on what little remains of
their well-being by your benighted neo-Thatcherite leaders.
(The only thing Leanne Wood might have been guilty of was an error
in nomenclature. She isn't 'Mrs Windsor', of course. She is, in fact,
Mrs. Mountbatten, having married a Danish gigolo some years
ago. Or rather, if we are to be historically accurate, Mrs.
Saxe-Coburg-Gotha von Battenburg).
To end with, a short quiz. Study the two pictures below. One is of
Mr Leighton Andrews AM. The other is of a toad. Which is which?
(I do apologise for making this so difficult).