“Weak, greedy and vain”: The Kinnocks – a troupe of political clowns who have let Wales down.
You remember the alternative words to Liebour’s embarrassingly silly anthem sung to a German tune dedicated to a Christmas Tree:
“The working class can kiss my a***
I’ve got the foreman’s job at last”?
Well the words are highly appropriate when used to describe the life and times of one of Wales’s most controversial political dynasties. The Kinnocks have now been fully exposed as a family of political clowns and mountebanks who have shamelessly traded on their Welsh origins to promote their respective careers, and yet have proved to be some of the most anti-Welsh politicians of recent times. In short, they have let Wales down. Badly.
Adam Price MP drew our attention to the fact that Glenys Kinnock has represented Wales as an MEP in Brussels for 15 years but has mentioned her country – and her electors – just twice in the whole time she has been slaving away on continental Europe at our expense. After his disastrous failure as Liebour leader her husband Neil was conveniently (think about it) appointed EU Commissioner and so spent his time commuting to Brussels from 1995 to 2004.
I’VE GOT THE FOREMAN’S JOB AT LAST
If ever there was proof that there’s life – and a highly lucrative one at that – after total political failure, the Kinnocks provide it. The Kinnock Clan – perhaps a better term would be Kinnock plc – have built a collective and highly productive career out of the opportunities offered by the European Union, erected on the promisingly solid foundations of trendy champagne socialism when the real thing didn’t work. Once arch-critics of the whole concept of ‘Europe’, the Kinnocks have grasped the udders of the willing milk-cow of Brussels with the unbridled enthusiasm of a novice dairyhand.
Neil…ahem…The Noble Lord Kinnock of Bedwellty to the likes of you and I - for 9 years a European Commissioner earned, over that period, in excess of a staggering £2,000,000, that’s not including a residence consideration of more than £360,000 (40%) plus a ‘generous’ expenses programme which included travel costs and a season ticket to Belgium’s most exclusive restaurants and other generous monthly ‘entertainment allowances’! Even today the Noble Lord enjoys the lavish fringe benefits of a retirement package which would make the average Tredegar boy’s eyes water: an astonishing £270,000 from 2004-2007 and, since he reached the age of 65 in 2007, an annual EU pension of £63,900 ……for life! Not to mention the all-too-frequent (and don’t we all just know it?) schmooze-sessions on BBC’s Andrew Marr Show and such like, playing the sage and elder statesman.. except…erm he never was one. Oh! How they must be proud of this Valley’s-boy-made-good in Islwyn! Oh! How their bosoms must swell with pleasure and delight! Oh! How the choirs must sing his praises!
And what of Kinnock today? This pathetic and abject failure has decided to take the fray again about a subject he knows so very well – Europe and the forthcoming European election. And again he’s shooting his own side in the foot. Or is he? The Ginger Whinger has been much in evidence in recent days (carefully avoiding the burning issue of politicians’ expenses…ahem.) warning about the dangers of the BNP. It would appear that Kinnock, in giving the BNP the very ‘oxygen of publicity’ they need to make headway against a hated and discredited government in the June elections, is making sure that all right-minded Liebour folk ‘rally behind Gordon Brown’ or else the Nazis’ll be shovelling them into the gas ovens. But think again. These are precisely the tactics of the Left in Europe, specially France. They played up the fascists in order to chivvy up their own flagging activists. This is precisely the game Liebour are playing – using the Windbag as a mouthpiece. The thinking goes like this: we are now so hated that only by encouraging an even nastier group of people will we get a chance to redeem ourselves when the electorate takes fright and calls on us or help.
Oh yeah? But don’t worry about Neil and Glen. With several million stashed under their pan-European mattress, they won’t be facing the same future as you and I.
LAUGHING ALL THE WAY TO THE EUROBANK
The Anglesey Fishwife hasn’t done at all badly either – not to mention the rest of the family (of which in later offerings). Glen’s glitzy glam humdinger of a Euro-adventure has earned her, at the very minimum, a cool £900,000 – not to mention residence allowance (40%, that’s £360,000, in addition to generous travel, entertainment expenses (whateveryoumakeofit… you get the picture). And what has she been doing there? Well, representing the electors from South Wales East from 1994 – 1999, and then when the constituency was abolished post-devolution, Glen became a ‘Member of the European Parliament for Wales’, from which position she is retiring this year. [Oh, and we mustn't forget her sidekick and chief-cook-and-bottle-washer Eluned Morgan - the Toothless Tigress - who loyally trotted along at her heels during her Brussels sojourn, but we deal with her anon.]
Now, you’d think that as a representative of Welsh electors she might represent them and their interests in Brussels – just like say a Fianna Fail MEP would (and they do) fight for the farmers of County Cork or the fishermen of County Mayo. You’d be fighting for your patch, wouldn’t you, especially when you’re so well paid, but out of decency and honour you’d be doing your best for your constituents, fighting tooth and nail for their welfare in the corridors of European power?
But not Glen. Oh no, sadly she wasn’t remotely interested in Wales. She mentioned her native land, her motherland, the land of her fathers, but twice in the whole time she was in Brussels. One of these was an oblique mention of the victory of the Welsh rugby team, which must have gripped the bemused Eurocrats with vigour and enthusiasm.
No. 99.9% of La Kinnocchia’s offerings in the European Parliament over a full 15 (FIFTEEN YEARS) have been about, not the good people of Bedwellty or the most economically deprived areas of the EU which she was supposed to represent, but the people of Bulawayo, Burma or anywhere else where she felt injustice was being done, not by any agency of Europe, you understand, but by the despotic regimes of remote countries of which she had very little real understanding but knew would earn her a few Eurobrownie points in the halls of the mighty.
A TOTAL DISGRACE
A disgrace. A total disgrace, especially when the minorities she was commissioned and paid to represent were left unmentioned and therefore unrepresented. What a fig did she care for the Welsh working class, the farmers of Wales, the Welsh-speaking minority of Wales or the potential wealth creators of Wales? Consider this from a range of typical Glenys Kinnock speeches as an MEP:
“Madam President, NEPAD and its implementation agency, the African Union, offer, as all of us would agree, no quick fix for the problems of Africa. Fulfilling the promises will not be easy and Africa and, indeed, outsiders such as ourselves, will have to be in this for the long haul.”
or this:
“You might expect a bit of an old hand in development like me (sic) – as you are yourself (gales of sycophantic laughter) – to be somewhat sceptical about the possibilities that we can deal with, in particular the coherence issues related to development, foreign policy and other policy areas such as agriculture and trade in the European Union….. I wondered whether you would agree with me that our view should be shared with the African heads of states, who say that finance, organisation, management and decision-making should come through the African Union itself and not be devolved to various other regional organisations?” (Our italics!)
or even, but perhaps the most grotesque of all:
“The importance of bushmeat in the livelihoods of poor people has never been assessed. We have made a lot of pronouncements this afternoon, but there has been no clear assessment of the importance of bushmeat in people’s livelihoods.”
LET THEM EAT BUSHMEAT
Bushmeat? BUSHMEAT?!….but not the needs of the farmers of Ceredigion or the desperately poor in Blaenau Gwent, or the homeless on the streets of Newport, Cardiff and Swansea, or the cancer-sufferers waiting for NHS treatment. But they’re not glam are they Glen, nor do they provide you with the delights of foreign travel and the opportunities to hobnob with heads of state? On 5 May 2004 you had “just returned from a meeting with President Chissano of Mozambique, with whom you and President Prodi met this morning” and in April 2008 you led a team of MEPs to the luxury resort of the Seychelles in April to visit the tuna fish industry. (You can just imagine the statesmanlike banter can’t you: “Oh President Chissano, I come from a small, poor, deprived country just like your own…” – Let’s spare ourselves the agony.)
This sort of pig-ignorant trash continues for 15 years with hardly a mention of Wales. It makes desperate reading. As an afterthought, Britain, good old Britain, does get a mensh, but in a truly bizarre reference which readers can interpret in their own ways. In a debate on Zimbabwe in 2001, Glen was keen to point out that her hands – and those of her forefathers – were not besmirched with the blood of Empire: “Mr President, I must say that, as somebody British, I can confirm that my ancestors had absolutely nothing to do with the oppression or repression of the people of Zimbabwe. I would like to make it clear that I and my family are in no way guilty of colluding with anything that took place in colonial days.” No, maybe not, but you and your family are certainly guilty in colluding with the continued colonisation and continued impoverishment of the people of Wales.
And yet today in a typically pisspoor response to Adam Price’s revelations about Glenys Kinnock a Labour “spokepersonette” responded
“For 15 years Glenys Kinnock has been a committed and fierce advocate for Wales in Europe. In particular, she played a key role in Labour’s successful delivery of billions of European funding for Wales.” -
This is a total and utter lie of Goebbelsian proportions. But you don’t have to believe this blog go to the source and look for yourself and see what a “fierce advocate for Wales in Europe” this dreadful woman has been:
http://www.europarl.europa.eu
It’s all there, and you couldn’t make it up.
Just remember this colossal lie when you cast your vote in the June election. If Liebour win, they’ll be there for a long next term spouting off about anything under the sun – except that is for Welsh interests. Look at the records of both La Kinnocchia and Eluned Morgan on this site and you’ll see.
For God’s sake let’s get some representatives of a party which represents the Welsh people, not Bulawayo, bushmeat, and bulls**t.
Further revelations about the Kinnock Dynasty coming up!
We calculated – from a series of given data – the extent of the Kinnock’s murky empire, and we badly UNDERESTIMATED their booty by many millions of pounds. Revelations in this week’s Sunday Times which are repeated almost verbatim in today’s Wasting Mule, show that the Kinnocks have grossed in excess of a staggering £10,000,000 in property speculation, salaries, expenses and pensions over fifteen years of “public service” on behalf of (in the Ginger Whinger’s case) “Great Britain” as EU Commissioner, and (in the Anglesey Fishwife’s case) in the service of the people of Wales (for Wales, incidentally, read Africa, tuna fish, mangos, bananas and bushmeat ….anything BUT Wales. Oh and p-u-h-l-e-a-s-e, not the ghastly Welsh language). £10,000,000? That’s a badly needed dialysis unit or a specialist children’s facility so badly lacking in Welsh hospitals. But no, it’s all gone on Neil and Glen’s champagne and goodies, trinkets and fripperies, junkets and high jinks. Are you complaining? Well you ought to be.
With Liebour – and especially “Welsh” Liebour – in meltdown, Gordon Brown has chosen the time of his latest (and probably last) cabinet “reshuffle” to punish the Welsh (“the f*****g Welsh” to use his predecessor Tony Blair’s words). Out goes lugubrious, maladroit Welsh Secretary Paul ‘Spudface’ Murphy. Back comes disgraced Orange-skinned Lounge Lizard Peter Vain, originally parachuted in to take over one of Liebour’s safest seats, Neath, one of those “if-you-put-a-monkey-up” constituencies which have held back Wales’s progress for so many decades.
Vain returns to the now largely superfluous post, still badly tainted with sleaze, not just because of the scandal over hidden contributions to his disastrous campaign for the party’s deputy-leadership, but over his ‘new wife, new home, new shed roof’ parliamentary expenses.
Of all the Parliaments in all the world, this idiot had to walk into ours!
Their argument runs something like this: These troubled times prove that Wales is far better off under the protective wings of Westminster rather than going it alone as an independent nation. Just look at small independent nations like Iceland and Ireland – they’re going bust. Isn’t it just great, especially when just a year ago these uppity little countries had GDPs which put that of the UK to shame? Well now they’re on the road to ruin, while we, under Gordon Brown’s world-saving helmsmanship are deadheading towards an early recovery. The green shoots just lurking there under the surface ready to spring to life.
It’s a delicious moment for Welsh patriots. Savour it, and then move on. There are a great many battles still to fight, but at least Welsh Liebour is on the run. As the shoddy amalgam of the ambitious, the venal, the craven and the power-hungry descends towards meltdown, one of the very few decent Welsh people left in the party – soon-to-retire Rhodri Morgan has tried to get a grip of his disintegrating party by ordering the pulling of the lamentable “Sound of Stupidity” video from the ether. It’s pretty obvious that this has been done on “orders from above”. While poor old Gordo wrestles with the problems in saving the world, his Welsh minions are busy queering his pitch in what was once Liebour’s golden heartlands.
