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Monday, 7 October 2013
It's been THAT time of year again....
Thank goodness that the party political conference season has now finished back in the UK. All that good old back-stabbing and bitching can be put to bed for another year.
There's been a lot of conveniently timed character-assassination bandied about; mostly by the right wing press. But nothing surprises me, in fact at this time of year I never cease to be amazed by the sudden revelations about both the extreme left and the extreme right; minor scandals so easily encouraged by those journalists who are hoping to make trouble.
Marxist Ralph Miliband, above with sons 'Red' Ed (the crazy looking one) and David, has been an easy target, and the recent publicity about his well-documented hatred of England has suddenly become quite controversial. Goodness knows why, as it has always been common knowledge.
According to his own writings, he hated Eton and Harrow, Oxford and Cambridge, the great Clubs, the Times, the Church, the Army, and the respectable Sunday papers; in fact he hated anything that had a whiff of scholarship, and/or high standards. However, he was always quick to take full advantage of what he hated the most, and both his boys (as one might expect) attended Oxford University's prestigious Corpus Christi College. Frankly, what responsible parent would NOT encourage his children to attend such an institution, regardless of one's silly political persuasions?
However, I wouldn't be writing this had it not also been divulged that dear Marxist Ralph, prior to his demise, had 'allegedly' signed over the ownership of his valuable London property to his two sons, thus saving them a fortune in inheritance tax. Personally I find this A VERY SENSIBLE THING TO DO (in fact I wish my own 'Conservative' father had done something similar), but if one is a hard-n-fast Commie, it does rather reek of two-faced tax-evasion and hypocrisy; almost a hanging offence in his Marxist manifesto.
Ralph's son 'Red' Ed (the crazy looking one) has gone on to become leader of the Labour Party, and his brother David (who was also a Labour MP) recently left the UK parliament to become President of the International Rescue Committee in New York, on a basic salary of just $500,000 (how DOES he manage!). He's now living off the generous donations of the man-in-the-street (who probably imagined the money going to certain 'good causes'). I wonder what his eventual severance payment will be?
One really has to wonder which particular example of Marxism 'Daddy' instructed his boys to follow; North Korea, crazy Cuba, or maybe good old Soviet Russia. One suspects he, himself, might actually have preferred The People's Republic of Sloane Square. Most of us certainly would!
Hypocrisy is alive and well in all UK political parties, and in most newspapers; we just enjoy it the most when it arrives in single file.
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
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