Wednesday, 15 April 2009

No Severance Pay For Poor Damian?

"Hello? It's Damian, Put Me Through To Trevor Kavanagh!"

It seems that Downing Street ( spokes-weasels for the cowardly McBroon ) are claiming that Damian McBride, fall guy for the Smeargate Scandal, will not be getting a pay off.

How fucking stupid is that?

There might have been a smidge more bad publicity if it had emerged that he'd been given the usual 3 months salary, but that would have been infinitesimal given the welter of shit being thrown at the Great Leader over this Red Rag Affair. It would have been forgotten very quickly.

Now, given the amount of stick being wielded by NuLiebore ex-ministers and grandees who have been victims themselves of the McBride Briefings, there is no way that McCavity can bring poor Damian back. He is just too tainted and too toxic, and Gorgon's previous attempt to hang onto his services following the Ruth Kelly Peroni-gate furore by a backroom shuffle means he can't be seen to be doing that again. So what's an angry 35-year old with a string of contacts in the media and a massive grievance going to do to secure his future?

Mind you, I wouldn't go for any walks in the woods, Damian. And avoid mountains.

The Penguin


aproposofwhat said...

Damian's doubly fucked - with Purnell threatening to withdraw benefits from alcoholics, he's 60-odd quid a week worse off as well.

Couldn't happen to a nicer Hoon!

Faux Cu said...

He'll get a job somewhere else within Gorgon's largesse because he knows too much.

Gorgon, angry about the smears, the Parliamentary side of my arse he is.]

I blame the journalists for propagating and sustaining the mythshit that is Gordon.

Why did they do nthat

Faux Cu said...

why is my keyboard crap

BlogTart said...

Hmm...... they brought Mandy back after two scandalous departures, and even made the bugger a Lord. So who knows. They have no shame, these people.

it's either banned or compulsory said...

Damian McBride is spotted sitting in a puddle singing
"Nobody loves me
everybody hates me
think I'm gonna eat worms
Long, thin, slimy ones; Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.

Down goes the first one, down goes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm.
Up comes the first one, up comes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm." he cackles into the long night.