They're Dropping Like Flies!

As we continue on this European and Local Elections week, your ever eager servant Mr Eagle Eye has been relishing in the gluttonous feast of roasted Labour. Today, the Home Secretary Jacqui Smith has effectively resigned, Tom Watson has quit, and four Labour MPs have been barred from standing at the next election! Add to this the embarrasment that the Chancellor cannot calculate how much of his expenses he needs to repay, and Geoff Hoon has also had his pestilent snout in the trough.

Jacqui Smith is resigning, which was 'leaked'. Given that only those closest to the decision could have known about this, and Brown is now so detached from reality, Mr Eagle Eye suspects that it was a bitter Jacqui herself who jumped before she was pushed. She might be a sordid cow, but she's smart, and a smart, sordid cow who has just been made a scapegoat of will not leave quietly. This leaves us without a Home Secretary for the next few days. If we come under terrorist attack, if smothered figures regarding knife crime or illegal immigration are leaked, whereth be the scapegoat, I say? Mr Eagle Eye assumes you pecked in the same direction as I did!

Tom Watson is also resigning. One of Brown's most central henchmen, he was a pivotal figure in the Labour betrayal of Tony Blair and the ascension of Brown. Along with Damian McBride, he was one of Brown's enforcers, allowing only pro-Brown sentiment and crushing any opposed to the deranged leader. His exit leaves Brown with none of his bully muscle that has kept him in charge. Since the departure of Damian McBride during Smeargate, the Labour Party has lost all discipline, lurching from crisis to crisis on a seemingly daily basis. With Watson's exit, Brown is on his own, and due to get even more dysfunctional and mental trying to assert his mantra all by his paranoid self. The thoughts of this alone induce the need for popcorn!

And now time to name four more clowns from this cursed circus. David Chaytor, Ian Gibson, Margaret Moran and Elliot Morley, all Labour MPs, have been barred from standing at the next election due to their part in the expenses scandal. Not only is Labour a sinking ship, the hull is flying apart wholesale. Whilst it sinks and breaks up into floatsam, Mr Eagle Eye will enjoy delivering bird-shites to spatter the planks!

Now, one would expect the Chancellor of the Exchequer to be good with maths and tax. However, in spite of the assistance of a taxpayer-paid-for accountant, Mr Darling still shows that he is incapable of math, unable to calculate how much he should pay back of the money he thieved. How can any business or organization that wants to deal with Britain take us seriously or trust us with money when out top money man repeatedly demonstrates a spectacularly pathetic degree of corruption and incompetence, incapable of getting his head around the tax system he is in charge of. Ed Balls will be no better. The Chancellor position means nothing under this government, it is just another position for a Brown scapegoat; Balls will be dicked within the year.

Geoff Hoon has been caught at it. Mr Eagle Eye is curious to see if this waste of DNA will get trashed in the re-shuffle.

But no amount of shuffling will matter when it's the same oligarchal ogre sitting on the sh*tter in the middle of it all, going crazy and potty in a way reminiscent of Hitler during the fall of Nazi Germany. Brown actually still believes it is a winnable war, even though the country, and his own party, collapse around him. And, just like Hitler, he will hang on to power until the 11th hour, until his inevitable and cataclysmic defeat. Just like Germany remembers the Nazi period of it's history with horror and shame, vowing never to return to those days, Mr Eagle Eye expects Britain to look upon the Labour years with the same abhorred, disgusted memory.

Labour's problems seem to be multiplying expotentially each day as we head towards the polls. Who will it be tomorrow? Prescott claiming expenses for more Jags? Mandleson for a snake charmer? Harman? Mr Eagle Eye can only fantasize of the delights that tomorrow will bringeth forth, his merciless beak ready to peck!