ARSE AKIMBO

ANYONE WHO WISHES TO TAKE a look at the history of the most recently designated “Liberal Democrat” Party, also known as the SDLP, SLP or simply “Liberals”, will know that the history of this political agglomeration is one of bringing together miscreants of all bents who seem to think that the mere fact of not being Conservative and of hating Communism (both capitals are deliberate) should afford them some truck in the sphere of the perceived vacuum in the “middle ground” of United Kingdom political debate.

YET THE FACT THAT SINCE JEREMY THORPE, the last “pure” Liberal leader, who was more or less forced to stand down from office after his political career was “damaged” when it was alleged that he had raped and threatened to kill an acquaintance, Norman Scott, at a time when they were supposed lovers, we have had a list of misdemeanours from the Liberal camp (no pun intended), including MPs found to be paying (public) money for homosexual prostitutes on a regular basis.

OUR LATEST LIBERAL EVILDOER appears to be the slimy Chris Huhne, who has been vilified over recent times in the press not simply for the fact that he managed to lose a free-vote, two-choice election to Nick Clegg, which should surely make anyone with a smattering of intelligence realise that he is in the wrong career, but also has lost the plot in terms of doing the “decent thing” in politics, which many Liberals have never understood.

YOU DRIVE TOO FAST, YOU GET FINED, YOU ADMIT and you pay. This tends to be the way in Britain. Of course in Portugal, where I am as I write this, none of this would happen. No policeman would dream of taking a politician to court. Mister Huhne, however, does not live in a country where uselessness is accepted as ability; lies need to be punished in the UK. And arrogant Huhne still seems to think that he can contest this issue and “return” to politics.

HUHNE MAY THINK THAT HE IS ON the side of the common man, like other Liberals, when he puts two fingers up to the police, but the fact is that he belongs to a party of grey-suited chaps who have two fingers up each others’ arses as soon as they get the chance to slip back to their little bed-sits in south London and put the kettle on and turn their phones off so that they can’t be bothered by their wives back in the sticks.

(My picture shows the future of Liberalism in the Western World)