Ignore the Facts, Look at the Chicken
It didn’t take very long for Ken Livingstone’s “Fare Deal” campaign to unravel. Fact Check – often cited by Labour sorts as the be all and end all of statistical disputes, is damning:
Mr Livingstone is wrong to claim there’s a £729m surplus, and there is no separate budget for investment projects. If he cuts fares, TfL expects to lose £1.12bn in income from fares – and that’s a hole he wouldn’t be able to plug without hitting the day-to-day funding for London’s transport or taking money from investment projects.
How he’d do that is up to him, but it could mean that tube and bus route upgrades are delayed, or TfL could be forced to shed some staff members. Any mayoral candidate can raid the TfL’s coffers to cut fares. But cutting fares could mean cutting investment – which London’s transport system has been sorely starved of for decades. Investing money to bring it up to speed only began in earnest under the last Labour government.
So with one pillar of his campaign in pieces, Ken is on the attack this week. Here is his latest devastating attack ad:
That was officially put out by the campaign. It even comes with powerful “Boris Johns-hen” Twitter account. Game changing stuff…
Facts and Labour are a oxymoron.
If that’s an official ad, then actually it might hit home more than you think. To call someone ‘chicken’ is actually quite a powerful message and makes you wonder why they’re called chicken. I want Boris to win the Mayoralty as much as any of his most committed supporters, but I wouldn’t write this very simple ad off as easily as you have. Sometimes it’s the simplest shortest messages that take root in people’s minds.
am too busy tweeting about DUEMA, and cleaning up the mess, to make many comments
i worked hard and got the best breasts on any bird round here.
does kenlividscum know what work is?
thought not
shame it wasn’t original.
West Wing, Series 6, episode 15
“We can’t afford a huge glitzy ad buy so we run something feisty, funny, out-of-the-box. Turns our one minute of ad time into a national sensation.”
“Santos on ice skates wearing a goalie outfit pledging to defend America.”
“Closer to the box than that.”
“So, what’s the message?”
“How about our exclusion from the debates. Let’s try that.”
“So, what do we do? Film chicken coops and say they’re too chicken to debate us?”
“I want two volunteers. I want them in giant chicken suits. I want them in my office first thing in the morning.”
What the F*ck?!!!
That Chicken that sounds like a turkey.
And more ridiculously: why on earth hasn’t he privatised the TFL?
The bus service in the rest of the country went private 25 years ago didnt it?
Fares went up loads under Ken, he’s just not credible.
Once again he’s been flushed out.
If it’s Brown
Flush it down!
Is this why you run adverts for Ken’s campaign on your website?
That has always annoyed me!
Firefox + NoScript = no Ken adverts!
Or any other adverts, for that matter.
That comment has been up for 55 minutes. Wonder how long it will stay before Guido deletes it to avoid offending the all-important advertisers.
I’m not complaining about it. I find it funny.
It’s the money dear boy, Guido wants the money, now sit back and suffer in silence
C’mon Boris. Shag the chicken!
Looks as if the “chicken” wants have its way with Boris
I’m wondering just what anyone has to do to successfully flush that sperm sharing, monotonous voiced Lefty down the toilet to where he belongs.
I’m sure I ‘did’ him once a few years ago, but he just keeps coming back like a bad smell…
Sperm Sharer !?! WTF . Given Bo-Jo’s priapic proclivities u jest surely ? Swing his Dick @ a’thing still warm/ Petronella Wyatt. Loath Ken too Btw also Paddick forwotits worth
Listening to PMQs today Miliband could not fail to score points, but what did he do, he failed. It was an open goal, no defence, perfect pitch, but what does he do, he bores the ball to death.
I think Miliband’s problem is that no one listens to him because he is so boring, plus the fact that everyone knows labour are liars and in denial. Labour are still Brownites, now with that legacy you don’t stand a chance.
Strong and assured performance from Ed again.
#DUEMA
Strong Orange from Hain today.
Oh come on, Ed wiped the floor with Cameron this afternoon.
Ah, he is reduced to washing the floor of the chamber now! Did he use a brush, a cloth or a mop?
Ed Miliband is the most boring person in the universe. The only time he’s not boring is when he’s being embarrassing – like when he waves his little fists about and acts like an inferior Mr Angry.
Surely Mr Furious from ‘Mystery Men’
Ken Livingstone is just an older version of Ed Miliband.
Ken is old enough to be Block Ed’s grandad.
That was a fowl advert, Ken.
You certainly got egg all over your face with that one and your chickens are all coming home to roost.
Please cluck off.
Ken’s a little red rooster, too late to crow today.
b..b..b..but it was written by an eggs spurt…
Support this, only good can come of it.
http://conservativehome.blogs.com/parliament/2012/01/tory-mp-ben4ipswich-wants-every-taxpayer-to-receive-personalised-statement-of-how-their-hard-earned-.html
Copy and paste this letter to your MP. You’ll find them here.
http://www.writetothem.com/
Dear
I urge you to support Ben Gummer’s 10 minute Rule Bill’s( Tax Transparency Bill ) passage through Parliament.
If you intend to abstain or vote against, could you please to inform me of the reasons as to why it will not enjoy your support.
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If we each pass this on to at least 10 Taxpayers then in 5 moves you will have potentially reached over 10 million voters. Now That’s Democracy!
No – think you’ll find that’s pyramid selling/ Amway.
Rabbie Burns probably wrote a poem to describe just such a chicken. There’s a Rabbie Burns quip for every occasion.
Not to mention some clever Scottish invention for dear old Rabbie to whinge on about
Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave ‘S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t!
(that pile of shit is actually about a mouse, apparently, but fuck it, it can do for a chicken too.)
But soft, what shite is this I write?
The stupid c*unts who still recite
This utter bilge on Burns night
Wi’ commas, mangl’d words
Ha’f spel’t as if t’was writ by God hi’self.
And so on and so forth.
Edward Lear. Eat your heart out.
The worship of Robbie Burns is just some fucking lunatic Scottish attempt to try and match Shakespeare.
Picture the scene – A Victorian drawing room somewhere in Fucking Scotland. The Literary Guild of Fucking Scotland is having a meeting….
‘Aye – can’t have the fucking Sassanachs having all the literary genius – we’ll have to have one of our own.’
‘But who? They’re all shite’.
‘So’s our whisky but folk buy it – ma*rk*et*ing dear chap – it’s just a question of ma*rk*et*ing.’
‘Rabbie Burns it is then’.
‘But Robbie Burns is shite.’
‘They’re all fucking shite – it’s either him or McGonnagall’.
‘Burns it is then – but he’s still shite – he just wrote a poem about a fucking sheep’s bladder for fuck’s sake’
‘It’s him or McGonnagall…’
And so Burn’s Night was born.
The worship of Robbie Burns is just some fucking lunatic Scottish attempt to try and match Shakesp*eare.
Picture the scene – A Victorian drawing room somewhere in Fucking Scotland. The Literary Guild of Fucking Scotland is having a meeting….
‘Aye – can’t have the fucking Sassanachs having all the literary genius – we’ll have to have one of our own.’
‘But who? They’re all shite’.
‘So’s our whisky but folk buy it – ma*rk*et*ing dear chap – it’s just a question of ma*rk*et*ing.’
‘Rabbie Burns it is then’.
‘But Robbie Burns is shite.’
‘They’re all fucking shite – it’s either him or McGonnagall’.
‘Burns it is then – but he’s still shite – he just wrote a poem about a fucking sheep’s bladder for fuck’s sake’
‘It’s him or McGonnagall…’
And so Burn’s Night was born.
Aye! – he wa’ a genius – lik’ ma’sel’
An’ in years tae cum
Pepl’ wi’ drink ma’ hel’
An’ sa’ “Well Dun!”
Yeah.
Imagine that – a Gordon Brown night.
Where you take all the money you can find, make a big pile out of it and then put a match to the whole fucking lot.
You could have a sort of ‘trick or treat’ take on the evening; you find your neighbours’ credit card statement in their dustbin and then (using their card details) order a load of shite on their behalf from QVC. A week later they get a delivery of a whole pile of crap they didn’t want or need, and a huge bill that they can’t afford to pay.
It’s just like having him back in Number 11!
A Gordon Brown Night would certainly be dry – where everyone turns up with a carrier bag full of bricks instead of booze, as the younger Brown advised back in the student days. Could be fun… Or perhaps not. Actually, it’s a pity that if the student Brown had done that, he had been rumbled and the bag of bricks whacked over his cheapskate head.
But a McGonagall night would be brilliant. Plenty of whisky, then everyone has to improvise a poem.
I bet the vote between Burns and McGonigall was a close one.
Twas a braw bricht moonlicht nicht o’er the silvery Tay…… by Rabbie McGonnagill
that right and left have been ptetry immature over the whole thing. I’m sure you’re right to say that punishment can’t cure this horrific behaviour but one might also respond by saying that demonising Thatcher, big business, Blair, whatever I find undesirable at this moment in time can’t either. I agree social irresponsibilty, individualism and greed have a lot to answer for but they really don’t begin in the 1980s (certainly social irresponsibility and individualism don’t) and I wholeheartedly believe there’s more to it that than the wealthy villains in your piece. The 60s and 70s for instance are hardly celebrated as decades of social responsibility. These nasty traits have at some point seized not just politicians and bankers but probably countless others, including some of the social groups you refer to.Having said all that, this all makes a nice change from your bicycle so I thought I’d give some thoughts. Although it’s time I stopped yattering. take it easy dude.
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I saw ken’s ad on this site earlier and he appears to be splashing out all over the place. I wonder where he’s getting his funding from?
I’m too modest to say!
Perhaps we could flog TFL to KFC. Finger lickin’ good. Then you could get a coleslaw side with your Oyster card.
Boris or Ken, makes no difference.
Both believe they were born to rule.
Both are full of themselves.
Both are full of hot air.
Tribal BS on both sides.
Like higher taxes ?? Vote for me !
They’ll go up whoever wins.
As will transport costs, petrol costs and a whole bunch of other costs (whatever their worthless ‘pledges’).
English free London deserves turds like Red Ken and Boris the Turk. Let them both rule and fuck up Londonstan together for all I care.
US Navy seals release two hostages and kill 9 pirates in Somalia
Just why dont we do such things?
Many years ago (many) when I wasnt french jail bait we would have be itching to go in
Attack Iran?
Dont make me fucking laugh
Here I am on manouvers
At last an intelligent post, Alizee for Mayor of London.
Imagine Boris “standing” against me
I don’t think Boris would spend too much time standing next to her.
Pathetic – my 7 year old child could have come up with something funnier….
You have to take into account that it was probably created by an unpaid intern with a degree in media studies from Salford University, as the Mayoral race only involves two people the assumption must be that Ken Livingstone is the Yellow Chicken, is this really the stuff of leadership?.
This could be good. Hundreds of Labour supporters will vote foe a yellow chicken and spoil their ballot papers.
PS how many takes do you think it took to get the final cut?
A directors cut would certainly be in order for that Turkey.
Is it planned to be a personalised tax statement for each person or just for an average wage?
It would be the work of minutes to write a program to create a personalised statement based on the amount of tax paid.
Or 2bn quid if outsourced.
Could they not have a reverse statement for benefit claimants?
“The following low-paid workers had to sacrifice ‘x’ hours’ wages so we had enough to pay your £900 benefits this week:
Brian, who cleans toilets in McDonald’s: 5 hours.
Simon, refuse collector: 8 hours
Andrew, road-sweeper: 5 hours”
and so on?
Liking this idea. They should match up tax-payers and claimants.
Your tax paid £2,000 towards a mobility c*a*r for Mr Archie McGizzard of Shithole in Fife.
Then see if the fucker even sends you a Christmas card by way of thanks.
I live in the City of westminster
I get my bins emptied twice a week
Streets swept every day by cheerful polite people (they wish you good morning everytime you pass them)
Excellent police
Fucking hell its almost as good as Paris
Congestion Charge Ken.
Started off at £5, then went up to £8. Christ alone knows what it is now.
Ken offering another false economy to bribe the voter to get back into office
Take note this will be the labour way . The later they announce policy the less time the reality based voter has to work out the fiction of the policy
Most of their voters don’t understand the word “policy”.
If they did, Labour wouldn’t have seen the light of day for years.
Will the breakdown include how much we have spent in Afghanistan and Iraq, not just “defence” spending overall?
If it’s a mayoral race then if boris was in front of the chicken
My brane is the size of chicken’s arse and produces as much stinking crap
Ken is a much loved comedy act satirising the lunacies of the left. Can you imagine how terrifying it would be if he actually continued his socialist routine while in power! … but fortunately no-one would be so stupid as to actually let him loose with power and a major cities budget.
Really – have a nagging suspicion that this scenario didn’t work all that well for Bullingdon Boy/Pr Man/SAMbanger Dave either
May I just remind you all that I have a very pert backside
And as Dubya said
Les Francais n’avez pas un mot poor le derriere tres firm
Lame