Dennis Skinner Is Not Just A Dinosaur But A Nasty Bigoted S**t
Jerry Hayes hasn't had the best of days and lets rip on Dennis Skinner.
22 Jan 2012, 11:00
Dennis Skinner: Dinosaur or bigot?
It’s been one of those days when I am so seriously pissed off that I am almost tempted to strangle the Andrex puppy or do something really offensive like read a piece by Liz Jones or spend the evening with Laurie Penny at a UK UNCUT workshop on how to undermine the white, Cameroonian, Etonian, phallocracy of bankers that is grinding the faces of working women into the dirt.
I am not going to bore you with the sheer frustration of trying to speak to a real person at BT and not just some bloody useless automated ghastliness which is as helpful as a cat flap in a submarine. It was only some wise advice on Twitter that led me to contact the press office who put me in touch with a charming lady in The Chairman’s office who promised to sort things out. However it was a little scary to listen to a message from her apologising for the fact that someone has wrongly cut me off a service, but they are not sure which one, however they are working very hard to……
And I am not going to recount to you in any detail about my row in TESCOs over the purchase of a leek. Needless to say, the altercation was with an automated checkout thingamabob who spends her life screaming at me not to put unauthorised items on the bagging area and that the weighing machine is broken. Anyhow, today she really got my goat so much that I was nearly tempted post a picture of her on twitter with the caption, “disgusting slapper.” This mechanised harridan wouldn’t let me purchase a perfectly healthy leek on the grounds that it had been recalled for safety reasons. I mean what was so dangerous about the bloody thing? Was it about insert itself in the nearest passing orifice? Was it some radicalised Islamic leek intent on being sent to vegetable paradise with the promise of 78 virgin shallots for eternity after blowing up the Maris Pipers? Well, a helpful assistant after putting more codes into this vile mechanical hell on earth than it takes to fire up a trident missile, assured me that I had been cleared to buy a leek. But not this one, just in case……
But I’m afraid it was my blog sister Fiona MacTaggart’s piece about Dennis Skinner that drove me over the edge. Look, old girl, when Cameron called him a dinosaur he wasn’t referring to his age, but his state of mind. Skinner was born a dinosaur and will die one. He can only see an argument through the prism of party politics. He can only respond to a discussion on the premise that Labour has to be right and everyone else is wrong. He has been dancing around this worthless, sterile, tribal totem pole all of his life. He makes deeply offensive remarks to others across the floor. But as long as they are Tories who cares? Skinner is nothing more than a humourless old bigot who has many acolytes but few, if any friends on the Labour side. And if anyone dares dish it out to this self proclaimed national treasure, he hates it. As a true working class icon he pledged to retire at sixty five, yet he is still there at eighty and very, very, touchy if anyone has the temerity to mention it. He is the sort of person who grins, gurns and is deeply offensive to those who have been caught out in any personal indiscretion. But he threw his toys out of the pram when a newspaper printed a photo of him hiding in the bushes after some naughties.
If you want the real measure of the man let me recall a nasty little cameo role he played in one of the most dramatic and moving events I have ever witnessed in the Chamber. It was a few months after the Brighton bombing where friends and colleagues had died or had been horribly injured. John Wakeham lost his wife and at one time it was thought that he might never walk again. Unannounced, unplanned and in the middle of the debate, the doors swung open and there was Wakeham on crutches slowly and very painfully hobbling his way to the front bench. A silence befell the House. At times like these there is a bond that goes way beyond the pettiness of party politics. You could hear a pin drop and to a man and woman we rose in silence and respect and then applauded this man for his courage and terrible loss, mourning his wife and feeling for his motherless young children. The House was united in its grief except for one solitary, seated, glowering figure who wouldn’t stand; Skinner. After all, Wakeham was a Tory.
I’m afraid Fiona, that Dennis Skinner is not just a dinosaur, but a very unpleasant piece of shit.
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The unthinking, facile support that Fiona MacTaggart gave to Dennis Skinner tells us all we need to know about her.
She is a tribal Labourite with the soul of a calculating machine and the imagination of a sheep.
Jerry, this is one of your best articles yet.
22/01/2012 11:34Thanks that's news!
22/01/2012 11:42*CLAPS*
22/01/2012 11:44He has tarried in that place too long IMHO.
22/01/2012 11:55Jerry
Bang on the money. Where was Ms McTaggart when Ms Abbott made her racist comments.
22/01/2012 12:55Oooof, burrrrrrnnn...
22/01/2012 16:22Thanks for that Jerry. An excellent account
23/01/2012 16:03Wonderful article.
24/01/2012 10:26Jerry
How right you are. Skinner is a bitter old hypocrite!
25/01/2012 03:25Ahhh, now you're talking...
14/02/2012 23:20