The three Politicians...

In case you haven't been glued to the television or radio over the past week or so, or read any of the papers, this blog should bring you up to date with all the latest political gossip. Even those of you who have slipped on your political anoraks may have an interest in this extremely opinionated version of the battle for 10 Downing Street. After Gordon's lack of diplomacy and pure idiocy over the Mrs Duffy incident, Labour Cabinet ministers have proved how fickle and pathetically desperate they are for power. With David Miliband, Ed Balls and Harriet Harman scheming to boot Gordon out of no. 10 and wondering how to turn around their 278 seats, they have demonstrated that power is pivotel in their selfish minds. Meanwhile, David Cameron is getting plenty of opportunities to show off his silver Jaguar and pregnant wife Sam whilst basking in the glory of his 306 seats. Nick Clegg is still trying to dispose of the embarresment that him batting his eyelashes and delivering charasmatic speeches has only earned him a disappointing 56 seats. Still, the recent turn of events has placed the smug smile back on his face, as his plan for a voting referendum and a coalition government with success story (and rather gullible) Cameron both seem to have worked perfectly. The election did not turn out how he would have liked, as it was Cameron who strolled down Downing Street and threw himself into a dramatic speech outside the well known black door.As if enough hasn't gone wrong for Labour, what with Gormless Gordon's resignation, old failure Tony Blair is back on the scene! The newspapers caught pictures of him last Wednesday afternoon, bringing dark clouds over Westminster. Could this be the reason Nick got his immigration figures mixed up, and insisted that Eu immigrants made up 80% of the figures, instead of the well understood 40%? Or maybe the fact that Cameron admitted he called him a joke hurt his feelings? There's only one definite thing I can say: Election 2010 has been a mess. Let's hope they get 2015 right.

To Feed or not to Feed?

A view of Animal Farm

Phoebe Jane Gargaro (columnist of the Year)

The only animal-run farm in the world-that we know of-is presently being managed by a larger than life pig. Napoleon,39, is a majestic boar with a rather unpleasant temperament. The Weekly Comet visited the farm just yesterday to view for ourselves the greatly discussed progress of the animals. We were quite surprised to be led straight into the farmhouse, only catching a glimpse of the barn, which looked to be in disrepair. Bony animals were hauling lumps of rock up the slippy slopes of the farm. We inquired about their miserable faces and were given a list of unfeasibly high figures of the farm's performance in reply, spoken in the proud, dulcet tones of this snorting leader. Napoleon then talked of the damage that the farm had undergone, thanks to a seemingly traitorous villain. Snowball, 37, had previously ruled alongside Napoleon at the farm, but had sought sole leadership. Napoleon said,'He attempted sabotage; he wanted to destroy all that had been created. He was my friend, my colleague, my companion, and I cannot express how disappointed I am.' Napoleon began to pant, and became rather red in the face. His anger was a little scary, I saw other animals stop and shrink when his voice was raised. Outside the window, it was noticeable that there had been a frost, and animals fed on a diet of chaff and mangels. The lunch being prepared for the pigs looked like a feast fit for a king.

This columnist feels that all is not well at this farm; the animals cannot feast on chaff and mangels forever, as they will become ill, especially in this harsh frost. The pigs appear to have a higher status and do not contribute to the farm work, instead they rest and give orders. I am sure that I could detect the smell of alcohol from one of the Pigs. It was also difficult to believe the rosy picture that Napoleon painted of life on animal farm - the animals looked very unhappy and I came away from the farm feeling a little sad.

Gordon's great slip

The 28th April... so many things happened that day. A woman experienced the best moment of her life, speaking to her idol on a planned visit. She was ecstatic, rushing through her opinions, and he mumbled replies, hiding his real thoughts behind a false grin. As she started towards her home, filled with happiness, the last thing she imagined was that her idol was sitting in his limosine, calling her 'biggoted', unaware that his mischevous microphone-you don't have to be breathing to turn against Gordon-was sending out radio signals to a nearby hoard of journalists.

The journalists, thrilled to have some meaty gossip to get their claws into, caught Labour supporter Mrs Duffy, who was bumbling home. When asked if she was going to vote for Labour, she enthusiastically replied,'Oh yes!' When the journalists informed her of Gordon's words, her face fell like lava from an erupting volcano. Once Gordon and his campaign leader realized what had happened, his campaign leader forced him to go and apologize to Mrs Duffy, who was sitting at home, shell shocked. So Gordon prepared himself for the big, fake apology in a pathetic attempt to regain Labour's dignity. But his 45 minutes were ill spent, as Mrs Duffy later told the journalists, 'I'm not voting for anyone.' Well done, Gordon! Our ever useless Prime Minister's face fell as he realized that he had probably lost England's biggest Labour supporters, thanks to his lack of diplomacy.

Apologies to all Labour fans, please feel free to comment, but no swearing as I will class it as abuse and report it.

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My old uncle's drooped against his pillow
Having a big fight with life and losing
I begin to laugh, why I do not know
Aware that his long life is presently fading
But he is holding on tight with both hands
To the rope that pulls you up to heaven
He may be an old and forgetful man
But he laughs as if he's still eleven
Innocence is an enviable thing...

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