"Today a rooster; tomorrow a feather duster" (Australian saying)
Poor Gorgeous George.
The ex-Respect MP with the monstrous ego still compares himself to a lion, to judge from his bravado in that appallingly graceless losing speech of his in Bradford West after his resounding drubbing at the hands of Labour's Nazeem Shah was announced.
Ms Shah, of course, had been traduced by him as a liar regarding revelations of her forced marriage to a stranger in her "British Asian" family's country of origin when she was 15 and its registration in Britain when she was 16 (the legal minimum age for nuptials in the UK) so that the groom could settle there.
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| Tapping into the party of Muslim "victimhood" |
So this is an especially sweet victory for her.
In defeat, George let rip with:
"I don’t begrudge the Labour members here their moment of celebration of course.
But there will be others who are already celebrating: the venal, the vile, the racists and the Zionists will all be celebrating.
The hyena can bounce on the lion’s grave but it can never be a lion and in any case, I’m not in my grave. As a matter of fact I’m going off now to plan the next campaign."
But really George is just another of the 2015 British General Election's many fine examples of roosters, once cocks of the walk, who are now feather dusters. (They include the atrocious
antisemitic anti-Israel Lib Dem David Ward, thrown out of his own Bradford seat by a discerning electorate!)
Let's have a look back at a sample of George the Duster's feathers, which, while he was still a rooster strutting about Bradford with his particular set of chums, were preened during his failed election campaign:
First, from "Team Galloway":
Then, squawking from the cock himself:
On the mean streets:
A vow about an alleged paedophile (hardcore "Islamophobes" will doubtless see the irony in this), who just happens to have been a stalwart defender of Israel in Parliament:
Campaign literature of the member for
Pakistan Palestine:
With the granddaddies of the party and the 'hood:
Hmmm, segregated on the top deck where the cold winds blow, while the menfolk sit cosy and snug inside the campaign bus, George?
Contrasting himself with his Labour opponent:
And one of several mocking squawks about members of her family being in his camp:
Naz Shah sure is one woman on top now, though, eh, George?
As the saying goes:
"pride has a fall".