Save Charles Clarke
I just had a nasty thought. If Charlie Two Lunches decides to spend more time with the sweet trolley over the foreign prisoner affair, who would replace him?
Step forward John Reid.
I’m giving some thought to building a survivalist compound in the Brecon Beacons. Who’s with me?
Posted on April 26th, 2006 at 11:08 am
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I’m with you comrade.
Wearing a Guy Fawkes mask.
V for Very Peturbed.
Oh heaven help us…
Charles Clarke makes me angry, but John Reid makes my blood positively boil.
Do we have to sing Kumbaya around a campfire at this survivalist compound, or can we just drink beer?
I’ll bring the pizzas and Pepsi 24-packs. Er, what do survivalists actually do in their spare time aside from making prats of themselves?
It’s not actually John Reid’s ‘hard bastard’ credentials that makes me hate him, but rather that patient, oh-so-reasonable tone he adopts during interviews. Like Blair, only more loathsome.
Another blog (forget which) suggested Alan Johnson. I’d be highly amused if it was (a) Peter Hain (oh, the irony!) or (b) Geoff Hoon (let’s face it (re. Hutton), it’s not as if he’d actually be found in charge either if any shit hits the fan). Reid’s problem is that he thinks he’s a hard bastard, when instead he comes across as petty, especially when cornered in an argument.
Then again, there’s always Hazel Blears…
Cue sinister music
Reid’s even more of a soulless skullfucker than Clarke; at least Clarke has never had the sheer cuntish stupidity to come out in defence of cold-blooded murderers, as Reid has on occasion in the past:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/northern_ireland/1135979.stm
Dr Reid [has supported] the two Scots Guards soldiers convicted of the murder of north Belfast teenager Peter McBride.
A ministry of defence decision to allow Mark Wright and James Fisher to stay in the army sparked an angry reaction from the McBride family and among nationalist politicians last November.
“He took a view, possibly as a constituency MP, rather than as a junior minister that it was a valid case that he could support and that it would be appropriate that campaign would be steered from regimental headquarters.
“He also unfortunately, in correspondence with Peter McBride’s family, refused to meet them, but we hope he would rectify that as soon as possible.”
Did somebody mention cold-blooded murder?
“He used to talk to Karadzic, he admired Karadzic. He mistook the Bosnian Serb project as the inheritor of the united Communist ideal.”
He admired Karadzic. No further questions.
Charlie says he will not resign, because it is his duty to ensure that he deals with this issue.
Can we assume, then, that once he has kicked the right number of bottoms in the Home Office, and tied up these pesky ex-cons with their own string, he will then tender his resignation?
No, I didn’t think so either.
I loved C 4 news today…
Avoiding the sack…
Facing the sack…
Caught in the sack…
Can you name the naughty ministers, gentle readers?
Clue: ‘Two Shags’, ‘Two Lunches’ and um, can’t think of the first one. Suggestions?
Rachel: “Two faces”? Hewitt talked down to those nurses yesterday like they were children who done something vaguely scampish (”And nuuuurses, nuuuuuuuurses are leeeeeeeading the waaaay”) but her eyes were saying “if only I had an uzi”.
Phil: That’s a great link. I liked this bit:
Reid has admitted spending three days in 1993 at a luxury Geneva lakeside hotel as a guest of Karadzic.
For me, it’s right up there with George Galloway’s Christmas with Tariq Aziz.
Scary: Maybe he’s been watching Return of the Jedi again: Arch villain, very much yesterday’s man, helps clear up mess he’s made. Dies.
Hey, I didn’t know he was in the “Bosnian genocide is True Socialism” nutter fellowship. He’s kept that quiet, no?
Time for a good dig and one of these, I think.
During his stint as Labour Party chairman in 2002, Dr John Reid was asked about the generous donation to the Labour Party by Paul Desmond who had been a commercially successful publisher of pornographic magazines. Dr Reid replied:
“If you are asking if we are going to sit in moral judgment, in political judgment, on those who wish to contribute to the Labour party, then the answer to that is no.”
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/2357617.stm
Which neatly encapsulates those moral ambiguities of the New Labour government then and since.
By their own very words ye shall know them and what they do. Obviously, Dr Reid is well equipped to be Home Secretary in a Blair government. Latterly, Alan Johnson, presently the DTI minister, seems to be in the frame to replace Charles Clarke if that becomes politically unavoidable.
Hilarious, great post.
Hewitt will be needing a job soon, perhaps she could do to prisons what she’s done to the NHS… sorry I mean “do for” the prisons, cough
Justin, I’ve thought about this overnight and I think we ought to bury the story. The risk of a successful Reid decapitation making Hazel “Swastika Bitch” Blears Home Secretary is too sickening to even ponder.
Since he’s been at MOD he’s actually changed his mind on substantive issues of policy in response to criticism more than once, a genuinely disturbing idea I’m keen to promote in government.
Alex: I’ll see your “Swastika Bitch” and raise you Reid’s dangerously malleable attitude to international law. Imagine the carnage he could wreak at the Home Office.
Meh. It wasn’t Reid who actually drove a coach and horses through it by invading Iraq. That speech could have been summarised as “Dear Chiefs of Staff, I’m not Geoff Hoon, and therefore won’t order you to initiate a war of aggression - and if I do I won’t go apeshit if Piers Morgan annoys you.”
Blears, I think, is the driving force at the Home Office - have you noticed how her job has progressively expanded over time? If we give her the keys to the whole thing she’ll become prime minister in months.
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