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This Is What Transparency Looks Like Apparently

And there’s a whole gallery of black marker pen here to show just how embarrassed and shameless this sorry bunch truly are. And, no it’s *nothing* to do with security – and it’s an insult to even try that excuse on with the public.

Oh, and snippet of the day so far is almost irony-redefining gem from shadow chancellor George Osborne who claimed £47 of our hard-earned cash to pay for two copies of a DVD of his own speech on ‘Value for Taxpayers Money’.
Genius.

Expenses Claim Completely Quackers

(*Taxpayers’ money well-spent, don’t you think…)

Sorry about the tabloid headline by the way. Couldn’t help it.
The latest news on the expenses scandal is the revelation that those who are forced to quit over their thieving from the public purse are likely to get huge pay-offs and pensions… Given how the government has been so adept at rushing through ‘emergency’ legislation to try and curb our human rights I’ll be shocked and disappointed if they don’t rush something through to prevent such payouts.
Who am I kidding – I’ll be not in the least bit surprised if they do bugger all.

Also, the ludicrous Douglas Hogg MP – from now on to be called Mr Moativator – has actually been bettered by another Tory stereotype, Sir Peter Viggers, who spent well over one and a half grand of our money on what has been described as either a “Duck Palace” or a “Duck Island” – one of which sounds like a Chinese restaurant and the other a very disappointing pirate movie. I personally think it’s best described as a “fucking liberty”.

The other update is that Hazel Blears’ head is now considered to be in serious danger of falling off altogether. It’s been madly bobbing around like a bladder on a stick for sometime now, but anyone seeing news reports from the last couple of days must surely be alarmed at the wild rocking and rotating that’s developing. Like something out of the Exorcist really…
She needs some scaffolding round it, and sharpish too. But she can pay for it herself, the scheming old bat.

Point Of Order

Something that’s becoming quite galling in the current “snouts in the trough” MPs’ expenses scandal (and I can only apologise for any offence that might cause to pigs everywhere) is the repeated blame on the ‘terrible system’ (which, of course, they actually made up and oversee…) and the repeated squirming that they’ve always acted completely “within the rules”.
In the case of Shahid Malik he said that he acted “one million percent within the rules” which suggests we can only be grateful they never gave him a job in the Treasury.

Anyhow – for his plasma screen telly and massage chair, and Douglas Hogg’s moat-cleaning, and other poeple’s toilet seats, lawnmowers, gardeners, Sky Sports subscriptions, luxury rocking chairs, dog food, tennis court repairs, prams, garage doors, tin openers, etc – there is actually a very simple test as to whether they were inside the rules or not…
You simply ask if they meet the requirements set out in Parliament’s own Green Book – Section 1.3 – “Fundamental Principles”.

It explicitly says this…
“Claims must only be made for expenditure that it was necessary for a Member to incur to ensure that he or she could properly perform his or her parliamentary duties.”

I’d say that was pretty bloody black and white.

To me, even without all the additional clauses about avoiding any notion of impropriety I think I would have the common sense to know exactly what would and would not qualify.
I don’t reckon I’d need to ask any Fees Office or anybody else for that matter. If MPs aren’t capable of understanding that simple a statement then they are utterly unsuitable to be entrusted with any kind of role in governance and legislation. In fact if they can’t understand that, they should really be shelf-stacking or spot-welding or something.

How To Make A Bad Situation Better

…Get Mark Thomas in on it, of course.
One of our finest today served legal papers on Michael Martin, Speaker of the House of Commons, and general arse.

Go Mark!

How To Make A Bad Situation Worse 101

(*Above: the modest second home of Douglas Hogg MP)

There’s a lot to be learned, I’ve always held, not only from people’s actions, but also their reactions.
In that respect the unfolding slow-motion car crash (or gravy-train crash) of our MPs’ expenses scandal is proving hugely instructive.
If you or I pulled some of the fast ones that this sorry shower have done, we’d be in the slammer in no time.
Whereas somehow the MPs caught with their hands in the till (or more accurately, caught with their hands in your and my wallet) seem to think that:
1 – they actually haven’t done anything they should apologise for, and…
2 – if they absolutely MUST apologise, then a sneering half-hearted and evasive little gobbet will suffice.

One person who of course actually *has* done something, and something positive, is David Cameron. However I can’t really give him any credit for this as:
1 – He couldn’t possibly do nothing when one of his mob had claimed for having his moat cleaned,
2 – It’s probably primarily a cynical piece of PR, and…
3 – well, he’s David Cameron isn’t he.

Someone who has totally missed the opportunity to make a genuine or genuinely meaningful apology is PM Gordon Brown who instead had the brainwave of apologising for “the events of the last few days”. Yes, that’s right – he’s saying that he’s sorry that they all got found out. Not sorry for all the years of abuse. But just the last few days – the shitstorm of their own making.
And this wonderfully clumsy drivel was actually bettered by Harriet Harman (MP for Camberwell and Peckham and Junior Minister for Hypocrisy and Cant) who told Radio 4′s Today programme “in our system we do not have the level of corruption that obtains in many other countries…” which basically means she thinks we’re not quite as bad as Nigeria.
Which is nice.

Perhaps the most brazen and bizarre refusal to acknowledge what’s wrong is from the Speaker of the House of Commons, Michael Martin. Rather than acknowledging the extent and good cause of public fury, he’s mad at the media and any MPs who talk to the media, ranting away at poor old Kate Hoey in a threatening “See you Jimmy” style more suited to Rab C Nesbitt.
But then he has famously abused the system himself to a ludicrous extent.
Should he resign? I say No actually. No, he should stay – and look a complete tool and suffer the indignity of being sacked by other MPs trying to make themselves look slightly less awful than they really are.

Something that’s quite strange in all this however is the number of letters to newspapers from people saying that we’d all do the same wouldn’t we. It’s human nature isn’t it. We’re no better.
What?
Sorry – but I *am* better, and so is pretty much everybody I know. And no I *wouldn’t* do the same and nor would most people I know.
I don’t know who these letter-writers may be, but either they’re MPs writing in under false names, trying to excuse their actions, or they’re just crap human beings with dismally low standards.
And the reason I – and pretty much everyone I know – wouldn’t take the piss like the MPs have done has absolutely nothing to do with the risk of getting caught, or not having the opportunity to do so. No. It’s because it’s taking the piss and because it’s wrong. And we – unlike those who govern us, apparently – happen to know the difference between right and wrong, and we have some basic standards of decency and honesty.
And there’s no self righteousness in that, and no pomposity. It’s just what being a basically decent human being is all about.

Finally, of all the issues (and they all need fixing – pronto, and properly) the one that apparently is most contentious and cannot be agreed upon is the second homes allowance.
The solution is of course easy. MPs should be put up in a block of serviced apartments. Fittings and fixtures – and access to satellite porn channels – could easily be organised and accounted for, and security would be a doddle. it could be near Westminster, or if they can wait till 2012, then there’s going to be an Olympic Athlete’s Village freed up.
As that meerkat on the advert says… “Simples”.

Oh, and I’m sorry, but who has a fucking *MOAT* in the 21st century for chrissakes???
I mean, really…

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