If that's a blog, I'm Napoleon Bonaparte. I pop in from time to time to see if anyone has actually said anything useful, but it's the usual press-release standard crap or a bunch of banging on about what a useless cunt "Call Me Dave" is or (and this really fucks me off) how wonderful Obamalamadingdong is.
Can I just say something to all the cunts at LabourList: Barry O'Barmy was elected by his party and by his country. Perhaps you could suggest that the maniacal monocular Scottish cunt does the same before you go off on one telling us all how much like Obama the Labour party is.
And that Tom Miller cunt, Jesus, which fucking planet is he on, taking on dizzy in matters of technology? dizzy, for fuck's sake. It's like trying to out-swear Devil's Kitchen or be more shaggable than Trixy. And then writing a paean of praise to Dawn Butler for nabbing Barry's autograph.
In a depressing shallow talent pool, Mr Miller manages to claim stunning new heights of mediocrity and fatuity.
Dolly, put it out of our misery. It's a fucking laughing stock.