The story so far…

Journalist ‘friend’ sends a late night spoof text message to Recess Monkey announcing that Margaret Thatcher has finally turned up her toes and gone to meet Beelzebub.

RM fails to double-check that they really have staked the bitch down and destroyed all remaining portraits and blogs the fake story, then fucks off to bed.

Tory bloggers go into a complete self-righteous meltdown…

RM gets up, finds he’s been had big time and made a bit of an arse of himself and posts a retraction.

End of story…

…well, apart from some incessent whinging from the usual bunch of Tory gobshites because RM had the temerity to refer to the former Wicked Witch of Finchley as ‘Milk Snatcher’ in his original post, a reference, of course, to her tenure as Education Minister in the Health Government wherein she presided over the withdrawal of free school milk from 7-11 year olds - her wholesale withdrawal of milk of human kindness from the rest of UK came rather later.

At least the ever reliable DK managed to see the funny side of RM’s self-inflicted predicament.

Mmm… hubris indeed - although judging from the some of the overheated reaction amongst Tory ranks I’d venture that Eurypedes’ gods have been royally fucking about with rather more than just the one blogger.

On this occasion I can only partially agree with Mr Eugenides in his observation that ‘its the sheepish but graceless retraction this morning that makes this funny’ - RM’s embarrassment is but a mere trifle next to the seamless segue into Angry of Tonbridge Wells mode effected by a number of Tory bloggers, including (not unexpectedly) Praguetory, who manages to beat even his own usual standards of pompous twattery on his own blog…

The jibe hasn’t been edited out - it is the title of the picture he posted! Recess’ selfish desire to be the first blogger to get the news out first trumped any sense of decency which would have stopped any normal person from shouting a story from the rooftops before corroborating it. I wander whether he would like to hear about the death of someone close to him from some pondlife crowing from a blog.

…and even his graceless remarks on RM’s blog…

Fuck off back to bed you chimp. I’ve written up your obituary you disgusting creature - and yes you have edited the previous post.

…with this absolute gem posted in the comments at Iain Dale’s…

I’m calling you naive. You should sue him for the damage caused by his negligence.

Hey, PT, you seem to have something wrong with your head…

…it’s stuck firmly up your arse.

Mwahahahahahahahaha!

For fuck’s sake, what a pretentious cunt, writing up RM’s ‘obituary’ and suggesting he should be sued for being dumb enough - or maybe pissed enough - to fall for a practical joke. Still, I suppose it makes a change from writing his own fucking obituary and ‘outing’ himself and then whinging incessantly if anyone mentions his real name.

Fuck me, the dumb cunt still appears not to have figured out that your identity can’t be ‘outed’ byanother blogger when you’ve already been dumb enough to out yourself before you even started fucking blogging and any twat with access to Google and a modicum of patience can find you doing it.

Mind, at least he only told RM to fuck off and didn’t get around to issuing threats like this, which was posted ‘anonymously’.

Thanks for passing your screen save to M O T. I won’t forget that act of kindness. He censored the information about **** *****. My contact who was at uni at the same time at **** ***** made some very serious allegations about ** ***** - well beyond the normal university experience. This wasn’t something I waished [sic] to bring into the public arena, but I will be seeing my source to see whether he is open to that suggestion. Again, thank you for your kind act. It will not affect me, but will rebound on your party (especially in Birmingham). You have an opportunity to get MoT to take down his post forthwith.

Seriously, that was posted in the comments of another Labour blog after I publicised PT’s George Osbourne gaff and suckered him into confirming what he’d written, posted and then fairly rapidly tried to delete - quickly enough not to have the full page cached but not so quickly that Google’s search engine spider failed to index the post in question.

What a self-important twat, eh? Not only will my ripping the piss out of him ‘rebound’ on the Labour Party in Birmingham - as if he’s that fucking important in the first place - but the blogger in question was also given the ‘opportunity’ to get me to take down my post ‘forthwith’.

Mwahahahahahahahaha! Listen to Mr Big Shot, eh? (I have used the right vowel there, haven’t I? Oh well, make you own mind up).

Just what is it with some of the whining Tory twats who’ve crawled out from under a rock into the blogosphere of late? One minute they want to play as being fearless defenders of free speech and the next it’s all ‘ you can’t say that, its… its.. its… just not decent. Fuck right off you hypocritical bunch of cunts. If you don’t like what you see then fuck off and let the Daily Express rot your brain instead, because I really don’t give a fuck what you think anyway.

So before any of that bullshit starts up over here, let’s answer the Tory’s number one harumph - Have you no sense of decency?

No. Now fuck off and cry somewhere else, you twat!

Let’s get something straight here - no matter how much some of you Tories would like to see Thatch’s eventual demise turn in some half-arsed Diana-style display of public grief, replete with the usual wailing, gnashing of teeth and obscene profits for Interflora, that just ain’t happening round here. In fact I’ve got my celebratory video ready and waiting for the big day - a collection of Spitting Images’ finest Thatcher gags set to the tune of ‘Ding Dong the Witch is Dead’ - and that’s about as sombre and mournful as it’s going to get.

Whether you like it or not, a large section of the British public - most of it North of the Home Counties - loathe the bitch with a passion undiminished by the passage of time and would happily salt the ground she’s walked on, never mind volunteer to dig the bitches’ grave - and fill it in over her head, which would be even more satisfying.
You know it. I know it. The whole fucking world knows it and there’s no fucking point pretending otherwise, so let’s just forget the faux outrage and fuck-witted moralising - you cry if you want to, this blogger’s not for crying, in fact the toughest decision facing many of us Labour ranks is going to be to decide which would be more fitting tribute to Thatch…

…a dance floor or a public urinal - preferably sited over the grave.

A lot of people in this country haven’t forgiven and haven’t forgotten, and if Thatcher’s death doesn’t give them cause for celebration it’ll at least give them the quiet satisfaction of knowing she’s gone and gone for good. That’s just way it is and no amount of whinging or overblown outrage in Tory ranks is going to change that one bit, so shut the fuck up and get used to it.

If there’s one thing more fucking tedious than a whinging Tory gobshite, its a moralising, whinging Tory gobshire.