Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Hazel Blears resigns

Cranmer has always liked Mr Dale's Chipmunk. She is a plucky, sprightly, chirpy kind of politician, quite unafraid of political bullies or religious oppressors. Taking on the posturing of the MCB was one thing (and quite laudable), but to resign from the Cabinet on the eve of an important election is a direct challenge to the authority Prime Minister, and a purposeful indication that he no longer commands the loyalty of the Cabinet. It seems strategically timed to cause maximum damage.

Notwithstanding her 'totally unacceptable' (according to Gordon Brown) non-payment of capital gains tax, Hazel Blears is popular with the people and always has been. Her heart has always been with Labour's grassroots, to which she now returns.

Unless she is planning to challenge for the Labour leadership?

Cranmer cannot recall such drama in politics since the days we were governed by the priestly caste.


Blogger Sam Steel's White Angel said...

Suddenly the points of mild amusement and complete boredom have been reversed.

Satan is in decline...God must be detecting repentance.

3 June 2009 at 11:07  
Blogger Sam Steel's White Angel said...

"Be sober, be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking some one to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, because you know that your brothers throughout the world are undergoing the same kind of sufferings. And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, establish, and strengthen you." (1Pet.5:8-10).

irutat? (Good!)

3 June 2009 at 11:21  
Anonymous Frazer the Undertaker said...

He's doomed I tell ye, doomed, doomed!

3 June 2009 at 12:14  
Blogger Bert Rustle said...

According to a comment at, Labour MEP Richard Corbett has made the following request, which reads in part :

... I am therefore writing to ask if you could help in a simple but potentially effective way: simply to remind everyone on your personal email mailing list, and if possible your work email mailing list, to urge them to use their right to vote.

I am therefore suggesting that you might consider something along the following lines which you can cut and paste and adapt to send to as many people as you feel appropriate:


I am sending this round-robin to urge you to vote in the European elections later this week –Thursday 4th June.

Many people think that European elections don’t matter. They do. ...

In addition there is a real threat, under this proportional representation election, that the BNP might win a seat and gain the platform and legitimacy of being among Britain’s elected representatives in the European Parliament. In Yorkshire & Humber, they will take a seat off Labour if they get more than half of Labour’s share of the vote. That seat is held by Richard Corbett, one of the most hard working and committed MEPs.[emphasis added] The thought of him being replaced by Andrew Brons, a former leader of the National Front and an open admirer of Hitler, is truly appalling.

I would urge you to vote and to pass on this message to family. Friends, neighbours and colleagues at work, urging them to do likewise, either by word of mouth, or by forwarding this message to them by email.

Best wishes.


If you feel able to do this, I would be most grateful. Please do not hesitate to give me a call if you want to discuss it and please feel free to adapt the text as you feel necessary.

Best wishes,

Richard Corbett
Labour Member of the European Parliament for Yorkshire & Humber"

3 June 2009 at 12:22  
Blogger Frugal Dougal said...

Bert - I couldn't have said it better myself!

A possibility that the BNP have hinted at - but not said too explicitly for fear of frightening their horses - is that of people of groups other than white British voring for them because they're tired of the present situation where all ethnic minorities are equal, but some are more equal than others. That would, I think, be the final humiliation for Labour.


3 June 2009 at 13:09  
Anonymous Adrian P said...

Richard Corbett is obviously in on the plot to exterminate the 50 Million British People, not to mention the 300 Million Western Europeans, he can sue me if he wants for slander, our security services will know how to find me.

Here is some of my evidence, the Euromed Agreement.

Unlimited Muslim immigration into Europe and the people forced to accept Islam as the Dominant culture.

Two MEP's have already stated, we should be nice to muslims so that WHEN they become the majority, they will be nice to us.

The secret Euromed Agreement.

3 June 2009 at 13:13  
Anonymous Dave said...

Yeah. We all LOVE, Hazel

3 June 2009 at 14:06  
Blogger Gnostic said...

Your Grace, it seems that Hazel Blears' constituents do not feel the same way. Her face was firmly stuffed into the trough and people, especially in these hard times, will not forgive that.

As for her taking on the MCB, am I the only one who believes that was a cynical move to impress said constiuents? How come it took her so long? And where was her denouncing voice when her sister-in-troughage so publicly killed free speech earlier this year?

Even if the rats weren't deserting the sinking ship Brown is still a dead man walking. The only person who can't see that is Brown himself.

3 June 2009 at 14:10  
Anonymous Hank Petram said...

Blears as the next Labour Party leader? It would seem an obvious possibility, in the event that Labour should need to counter the voting trend noted by Frugal Dougal above: the BNP electing an MEP with the support of non-white voters other than Muslims.

3 June 2009 at 14:11  
Anonymous Maturecheese said...

Your Grace, Sorry if this is of topic, but I want to address a comment.

All this BNP bashing makes my blood boil. The policy of the other parties is to vilify the BNP and not give them a platform to debate their poicies. This, in my opinion is counter productive as it breeds resentment. Some of the issues that the BNP are addressing are exactly what a large proportion of the electorate want to hear addressed but all the other parties do is avoid them and talk about other issues that they deem we want to hear.

The BNP should be given a platform to debate its policies and beliefs and the other parties should have the courage to take them on in debate. Who knows they may convince us that the BNP are wrong, but they won't do that by avoiding engagement.

3 June 2009 at 14:11  
Blogger The Half-Blood Welshman said...

I don't know whether she's popular with the people. What she is however is one of the few half-decent ministers in the Cabinet. Brown is fast running out of quality replacements, and that is certainly a concern given the need for good governance in tough times.

3 June 2009 at 15:23  
Anonymous Queen John II said...

I am confused. What is the value of a half decent demon in hell?

The theory goes that all BNP supporters are knuckle heads and Nazis...all Tories are toffs...all Libdems are ? (good question), but anyway, this theory then translates that all Labour should also be tarred with the same brush. So either you want Labour or you don't.....we are all the same you see...clones.

So the correct analysis here is that Gordon is fast running out of useless tw....

3 June 2009 at 16:09  
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3 June 2009 at 16:17  
Anonymous got the guts to wear god said...

Cranmer has always liked Mr Dale's Chipmunk. She is a plucky, sprightly, chirpy kind of crook, quite unafraid of political bullies or religious oppressors, or swindling the poor old tax payer. Taking on the posturing of the MCB was one thing (and quite conniving), but to resign from the Cabinet on the eve of an important election is a direct ‘cut your nose off to spite your face’ challenge to the authority Prime Minister, and a purposeful indication that he no longer commands the loyalty of the Children. It seems childishly timed to cause maximum damage.

Notwithstanding her 'totally unacceptable' (according to Gordon Brown) non-payment of capital gains tax, Hazel Blears is popular with the people and always has been. Her heart has always been with Labour's purse strings, to which she now returns—the back benches or some other high expenses claims position.

Unless she is planning to challenge for the Labour leadership? Heaven forbid Cranmer! For years we’ve known the house majority are legal crooks why put her back in a higher position when she should be doing community service and giving back some of her ill-gotten gains?

Cranmer cannot recall such drama in politics since the days we were governed by the priestly caste. Yes, God bless England! God bless Great Britain! Certainly in need of a higher power and I’m not talking Brown or Cameron.

3 June 2009 at 16:57  
Anonymous Mexican Stand Off said...

The election results will be like earth moving. What follows will not be like a simile. Next week will be one for the diary YG.

3 June 2009 at 18:04  
Blogger Get Stuffed Gordon You Prick said...

We want an election now.

3 June 2009 at 18:32  
Anonymous Frazer the Undertaker said...

Parliament must be dissolved!

Brick by Brick.

3 June 2009 at 19:04  
Anonymous Katy said...


It's not just the other political parties, I don't want to listen the BNP either. But, I agree that we should, not least because it will serve to inform people just how vile their central policies are; get them out, I say, and let's have them on the telly so we can all hear how abhorrent they are.

If they really were as bothered about community cohesion as they claim to be, they would not seek to set one part of my community against another. I live in Bradford, near to where the so-called race-riots were a few years ago, and have been the subject of a black-on-white racially motivated crime, but I'm not so stupid as to think that the perpetrator was a criminal BECAUSE he was black. He was a criminal because he was a criminal. Pop down to your local shopping centre and you will see that the teenage single mums pushing their babies round (not working, claiming benefits off me) are not muslim. Different communities happen to have different penchants for committing crimes or behaving badly or being selfish. But no one race (or class for that matter) is any better or worse than any other.

3 June 2009 at 19:26  
Blogger Get Stuffed Gordon You Prick said...

At an international medical conference, four doctors were discussing the state of medicine in their respective countries.

The Israeli doctor said, 'Medicine in my country is so advanced, we can take a kidney out of one person, put it in another, and have him looking for work in six weeks.'

The German doctor said, 'That's nothing! In Germany, we can take a lung out of one person, put it in another, and have him looking for work in four weeks.'

The Russian doctor said, 'In my country medicine is so advanced, we can take half a heart from one person, put it in another, and have them both looking for work in two weeks.'

The English doctor, not to be outdone, said 'Hah!. We can take an arsehole out of Scotland, put him in 10 Downing Street and have half the country looking for work within twenty-four hours!

3 June 2009 at 19:27  
Blogger Get Stuffed Gordon You Prick said...

The Archbishop of Canerbury lay dying in hospital. For years, he had faithfully served the Government. He motioned for his nurse to come near.
"Yes, Your Grace?" she said.
"I would really like to see Tony Blair and Gordon Brown before I die," whispered the priest

"I'll see what I can do," said the nurse. The nurse sent the request to the House of Commons and waited for a response. Soon the word arrived that Tony and Gordon would be delighted to meet the priest.
As they went to the hospital, Gordon commented to Tony: "I don't know why the old priest would want to meet us, but it certainly might help our images and even get me elected for another term. Tony agreed that it was a very good especially if they got press coverage for his Faith Foundation.

When they arrived at the hospital bed the Archbishop took Gordan's hand in his right hand and Tony's Hand in his left.
There was a silence and the look of serenity on the priest face.
Finally Gordon spoke. "Your Grace of all the people you could have chosen why choose us to be with you as you near the end?"
The Archbishop replied slowly: "I have always tried to pattern my life after our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ."

"Amen" said Gordon.
"Amen" said Tony.

The Archbishop continued: "Our Lord died between two lying bastards. I would like to do the same."

3 June 2009 at 19:37  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

While on his morning walk, Prime Minister Gordon Brown falls over, has a heart attack and dies because the accident and emergency dept at his nearest hospital is too understaffed to treat him in time.

So his soul arrives in Heaven and he is met by Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates.

"Welcome to Heaven," says Saint Peter, "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a Socialist around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in; I'm a good Christian; I'm a believer," says the PM.

"I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from God Himself. He
says that since the implementation of his new HEAVEN CHOICES policy, you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you must choose where you'll live for eternity."

"But I've already made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven," replies Brown.

"I'm sorry .. But we have our rules," Peter interjects. And, with that,
St. Peter escorts him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down ...all the way to Hell.

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course. The sun is shining in a cloudless sky. The temperature is a perfect 22C degrees. In the distance is a beautiful club-house. Standing in front of it is Harold Wilson and thousands of other Socialist luminaries who had helped him out over the years --- John Smith, Michael Foot, Jim Callaghan, etc. The whole of the Labour Party leaders were there .. Everyone laughing, happy, and casually but expensively dressed.

They run to greet him, to hug him and to reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at the expense of 'suckers and peasants.'

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar.
The Devil himself comes up to Brown with a frosty drink, "Have a tequila and relax, Gord!"

"Uh, I can't drink anymore, I took a pledge," says Brown, dejectedly.
"This is Hell, son. You can drink and eat all you want and not worry and it just gets better from there!"


3 June 2009 at 20:25  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


Brown takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who he thinks is a really very friendly bloke who tells funny jokes like himself and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like the ones the Labour Party pulled with the European Constitution and the Education, Immigration, Tough on Crime promises.

They are having such a great time that, before he realises it, it's time
to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Brown steps on the
elevator and heads upward.

When the elevator door reopens, he is in Heaven again and Saint Peter is waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit Heaven," the old man says, opening the gate.

So for 24 hours Brown is made to hang out with a bunch of honest,
good-natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than money and treat each other decently. Not a nasty prank or short-arse joke among them. No fancy country clubs here and, while the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor. He doesn't see anybody he knows and he isn't even treated like someone special!

"Whoa," he says uncomfortably to himself. "Harold Wilson never prepared me for this!"

The day done, Saint Peter returns and says, "Well, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for Eternity."

With the 'Deal or No Deal' theme playing softly in the background, Brown reflects for a minute ... Then answers: "Well, I would never have thought I'd say this -- I mean, Heaven has been delightful and all but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends."

So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell.

The doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren
scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial wasteland,
looking a bit like the eroded, rabbit and fox affected Australian
outback, but worse and more desolate

He is horrified to see all of his friends, dressed in rags and chained
together, picking up the roadside rubbish and putting it into black
plastic bags. They are groaning and moaning in pain, faces and hands black with grime.

The Devil comes over to Brown and puts an arm around his shoulder." I don't understand," stammers a shocked Brown, "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a club-house and we ate lobster and caviar and drank tequila. We lazed around and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!"

The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly and purrs, "Yesterday we were campaigning; today you voted for us!"

3 June 2009 at 20:25  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Hazel Blears is popular with the people and always has been. Her heart has always been with Labour's grassroots, to which she now returns."

You evidently don't have the benefit of seeing local northwestern TV news. Local Salford electors seemed underwhelmed by her return to Salford. The TV reporters managed to find only one member of the public whose message to your heroine wasn't rather blunt and to the point. She is toast.

3 June 2009 at 20:29  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A little boy goes to see his dad and says, "Dad, I have to do a special report for school. Can I ask you a question?"

His father replies, "Sure, son. What's the question?"

The little boy says, "What is politics?"

"Well son, let's take our home for example. I am the wage earner, so let's call me 'Gordon Brown.' Your mother is the administrator of money, so we'll call her 'Alistair Darling.' We take care of your needs, so we'll call you 'The People.' We'll call the maid 'The Working Class,' and your baby brother we can call 'The Future.' Do you understand, son?

"I'm not really sure, Dad. I'll have to think about it."

That night, awakened by his baby brother's crying, the boy went to see what was wrong. Discovering that the baby had seriously soiled his diaper, the boy went to his parents' room and found his mother sound asleep. He went to the maid's room where, peeking through the keyhole, he saw his father in bed with the maid. The boy's knocking went totally unheeded by his father and the maid, so the boy returned to his room and went back to sleep. The next morning he reported to his father.

"Dad, now I think I understand what politics is."

"Good, son! Can you explain it to me in your own words?"

"Well, dad, while Gordon Brown is screwing the Working Class, Alistair Darling is sound asleep, the People are being completely ignored and the Future is full of shit.

3 June 2009 at 20:34  
Blogger ukipwebmaster said...

Your Grace, a heavenly message for your flock:

3 June 2009 at 23:07  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A man died and went to Heaven. As he stood in front of the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, 'What are all those clocks?'

St. Peter answered, 'Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie, the hands on your clock move.'

'Oh', said the man. 'Whose clock is that?'

'That's Mother Teresa's', replied St. Peter. 'The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie.'

'Incredible', said the man. 'And whose clock is that one?'

St. Peter responded, 'That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abraham told only two lies in his entire life.'

'Where's Gordon Brown's clock?' asked the man.

St Peter replied, 'Jesus has it in his office. He uses it as a ceiling fan.'

3 June 2009 at 23:48  

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