Some pundits are desperate for attention. Some newspapers are desperate for pundits. And today, the mutual desperation has meant that Sun readers have been subjected to the alleged wisdom of the loathsome Toby Young, whom they fraudulently describe as a “political analyst”. Anyone with brain plugged in knows that Tobes couldn't politically analyse an act of alcoholic derangement in an EU wine lake.
More grown-up journalism from Tobes. Or maybe not
Still, cometh the hour, cometh the purveyor of EU-bashing rent-a-quote drivel, as The Great Man tells “Teresa May is the only one with the balls to lead the Out campaign”, following that not-really-a-gem with “LAST week, David Cameron unveiled the weakest set of concessions a British Prime Minister has managed to extract from a European leader since Chamberlain returned from Munich in 1938”.
One hates to have to digress in order to impart a little remedial history teaching, but hey ho. In 1938, Britain, despite some moves to re-arm, was not ready for war. Moreover, the people were still weary from the last conflict, which had been billed as “The war to end all wars”. The advantage that the Third Reich had was that it wanted to fight; the rest of Europe did not. Chamberlain at least bought us time.
Hell, even when we had to draw the line and declare war, we were not ready, or perhaps Tobes has forgotten what happened to the British Expeditionary Force, culminating in the evacuation from Dunkirk? But predictable to see that Captain Bellend is happy to make the simplistic comparison between the EU and Nazi Germany. And the rest of the article is signally lame. Take “Cameron’s list of demands included abolishing the working time directive”, for a start. That might be news to the PM.
This is what George Eaton said in the Staggers last October: Jeremy Corbyn “challenged Cameron to rule out withdrawing from or ‘diluting’ the social chapter and the working time directive. Though it is likely that the government will avoid pushing for any significant changes, the PM declined to do so, avoiding any reference to the issue”.
But back to Tobes’ tedium: “where was the senior politician pointing out just what a shoddy deal this is? … At one stage I had hopes for Boris Johnson”. Bozza, by his own admission, had “never been an outer”. Any competent “political analyst” would have figured that out. Not Tobes. But do go on. “What about Michael Gove?” he asks. For Christ’s sake, Tobes, you run one of those Free Schools. He’s your pal. Phone him up. Ask him.
He won’t be doing that, of course, because the conclusion has already been decided: “No, only one senior Cabinet minister has the balls to stand up to David Cameron and that’s Theresa May”. Very good Tobes, that would be the same Theresa May who last Tuesday said of Dave’s handiwork “more work needs to be done, but this is a basis for a deal”. So that’s yet more of that “political analysis” that Tobes hasn’t done.
Toby Young couldn’t politically analyse his way out of a paper bag. This article is lame even by his dismally low standards. But it pays the bills, so that’s all right, then.
This is the same retard who whinged about paying £3 to vote in the Labour Leadership contest, and then having his vote voided without refund when they spotted that he was, in fact, a Tory (made pretty simple by the fact that he openly boasted about it!!). He then blocked me and many others who pointed this out and laughed at him when he asked for others to take part in a class action lawsuit!
Even by the standards of right wing nutjobs in the media, this is a spectacular example of idiocy. And organizations actually pay money for this garbage?!?
Not only is softshite a bad "analyst"......he's obviously blind too.
Treezer May "has balls"?
That'll be the Most Empty Headed And Worst Dressed WOMAN (that's "female," Tobes) even in the House of Scoundrels. To say nothing of the horseshit she treadmills as "policies."
Every time she and softshite open their mouths it comes out as pure comedy gold. Any day now they'll end up doing a Major-Curry shtick......at which the mind boggles. Or curdles.
What's that sound, Toby?
It's the sound of your Dad in Heaven, weeping bitter tears at having spawned such a privileged-yet-ungrateful cockwomble.
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