Hazel Blears is a turd

I just wanted to say that out loud, as it were, and as publicly as possible. And it is my intention to sound offensive.

I don't want to beat about the bush, implying that I don't hold her in the highest esteem. I want to be quite unequivocal about it. She is a turd. A fucking turd. She is the exemplification of New Labour, up your own arse, fuck you, condescending, self-important, holier than thou, above the law, the working class can kiss my arse, I've got the foreman's job at last greasy pole climber.

She is far from alone but nobody else has made me want to put a brick through other people's television screens (I don't have such a thing) more than her.

She's on her way. Back to Salford where it can only be hoped that they have been busy building a bonfire. And if she isn't burned alive by her constituents, before her barbecued remains are fed to the strays and her bones gnawed by rodents, I hope she is humbled to live out her remaining days serving those who granted her mercy in the most humiliating way possible.

Ever since she became Secretary of State for Communities and Local Government, I have endured her grating faux received pronunciation. Now that she has been forced to scamper back to Salford, she can be heard coming on all local, like as she is pwned by BBC North West Tonight's Ranvir Singh.



Earlier, she gave a snivelling interview to the Manchester Evening News in which she spelled out her regrets at resigning her cabinet position. She claims that she tried to avoid a firestorm by resigning at the same time as Jacqui Smith and Bev Hughes. Common sense would suggest that the opposite would be more likely, that abandoning ship with the other rats was more likely to cause political turbulence. Did she hurt Gordon Brown? It's not very likely that anybody could inflict any more damage to his credibility than he has inflicted himself.



It's not as if any politician, Labour or otherwise, really knows how to spin themselves to curry favour with the electorate anymore. I imagine that most people, whilst they may feel anxieties about their personal economies and security, are thoroughly enjoying the cringing and grovelling that is happening in the vicinity of Parliament. Few feel any sympathy for any of them as they clamber over each other trying to present a shit free side to their egos. It's like watching clowns performing tired old routines with planks of wood and buckets of water.

Meanwhile, politicians desperate to distract the public from the shenanigans keep spouting that the public are bored with the issue of politicians expenses and are more concerned with the more important issues. I don't think we are! We want to know all there is to know about the larcenous filth who have been fleecing us because they never dreamed they would get caught.

I only wish we still used the stocks.