Sleaze? What Sleaze?

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Well, today the Tories unveiled the current 'version' of their plan for the improvement of the trans-Pennine rail network - the 'Northern Powerhouse Network' - promised faithlessly by his Majesty the Emperor Doris of Pooh. Except that the plan had changed. Radically. Well, watered down really; much to the dismay - didn't see this coming - of the very Red Wall voters who had ennobled (sorry) enabled Doris' accession to power in the first place. Now you would imagine that strategically this might seem to be a bit of a faux pas, or even a self-inflicted shot in the foot, but I guess Doris has convinced himself - yet again - that his voting public just won't notice on account of his obvious charm and charisma *cough*.

He didn't even grace the House with his presence at the launch of his vastly truncated plans, but rather chose instead to swan around taking photo-ops on trains for the national media. This pattern of behaviour is typical of Our Glorious Leader: make vastly over-inflated promises of grand projects and gestures, under-deliver (or deliver nowt at all), and move on to the next ludicrous non-project to deflect from the damage left in his wake, if necessary when called out, executing a one-eighty and claiming the credit for seeing sense over (his own) original crap idea. When the polls start tanking completely, he's bound to attempt a volte face over the rail upgrade; whether his Red Wall supporters will continue to support him is completely open to speculation. If he doesn't act true to type this time and sticks with this diluted offer, the  result of the next general election could be very different.


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  1. Joe Stoner19 November 2021 at 14:41

    He's using the SAME arguments FOR the upgrades that he used to poopoo them when he announced the stupid HS2 plans! Euston is NOT capable of handling the trains as has been pointed out by me and others ad nauseum!!
    It's time for J Stoner's Integrated Transport Plan that Suze scuppered me from announcing at the FoE conference in Newtown 30 years ago and just before the twat Brown nicked for his abysmal attempt at same!

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