Labour MPs feast on the body politic, earlier
I don't know when the doctor will pronounce, but the Labour government is, de facto, dead. The useless media have suddenly woken up to the corruption and incompetence that has been visible to anybody who wanted to look for the last decade, even "Toenails" Robinson has dared to speak ill of the Bollock Juggler.
The formerly supine media is full of articles about how they were complicit in the farce of briefings and stabbings in order to maintain "access" to useless cock-sniffing politicians and their malign media handlers. Suddenly, they're all rushing to get out articles about how this is not an isolated incident. Labour MPs have started resigning in protest at the smears, nothing to do with the expenses hoo-ha that will be here in June, no sir! Other MP's have finally grown a set and stopped letting themselves be whipped into lobby fodder and have dared to say things that are not entirely progressive and pretend that they're all independent.
But despite the omens being good, I wouldn't put it past the incredibly apathetic British public to vote the useless cunts in again. It wouldn't matter, really, it would probably turn out to be quite a laugh as petty spite and rivalry shredded the Labour Party into hundreds of one-man cliques. And anyway, the Tories are going to be equally useless, can you really see Boy George taking anything like a difficult decision? Can you really see Call Me Dave doing anything bold and decisive when it might fuck his approval rating?
So, Labour is now dead. The corpse may still be trundling around aimlessly, demanding "bbbbbrrrrrrraaaaAAAAAAAIIIIIINNNNNSSSsssssss", they may even win an election against the useless Tories, but really, they are over. All that remains is the bickering and squabbling over the rancid corpse of British politics.
God help whoever "wins".