The Scrapings of the Brain

This is what else is on offer from Tackorama, not brain food, but the dreggy bits somewhere between the hemispheres.

Warning: Excessive swearing and fierce thoughts pepper these pages. Fuck off now if you are in doubt.

Tony Blair, Prime Minister 1997-2007

The man is a cunt.

Smarter men than I will use their gifts to elucidate upon that sentence, offering you, at considerably length, with poncey hifalutin and footnotes, a precise examination of the flaws within and demonstrated by the longest serving Labour Prime Minister. I will limit myself to simply repeating the phrase:

The man is a cunt.

If I wrote a book on him (fat chance), every chapter heading would be:

The man is a cunt.

An ode to Tony Blair pennded by myself may be 5 stanzas, 10 stanzas, 4 verses or longer, but would rhyme because it would consist of the same rythmic words:

The man is a cunt.

A portrait of Tony Blair brushed by me would be roughly 20 x 18 inches in size, framed in a dull walnut colour, and have a brass plaque at the bottom, onto which would be inscribed the painting's title:

The man is a cunt.

His entry on WikiPedia will be:

The man is a cunt.

Well it would be if I edited it. Are you still in doubt what I think of him? Here is my assessment one last time.

The man is a cunt.