100 days – Day 35: Day of the Living Dead

100 days – Day 35: Day of the Living Dead

 

 

Poor Nick Clegg – he’s really getting it in the neck in today’s newspapers, following the very poor results his Party got in the Euro elections. It would appear that many Liberal Democrats want rid of him as leader of their Party. One headline (in the Telegraph) shouts:  

Lib Dems call for Nick Clegg’s head

and this cartoon appeared in the Daily Mail:  

 But – in the Guardian – there is this: “Facing calls to quit from some party activists and parliamentary candidates, Clegg claimed it had not “crossed his mind” to resign, adding that he would not hesitate if he thought it would help the Lib Dems in the long term. “If I thought any of our real dilemmas would be addressed by changing leadership, changing strategy, changing approaches, bailing out now, changing direction, then I wouldn’t hesitate advocating it,” he said in a carefully choreographed interview.”   “Lib Dems call for Nick Clegg’s head”

 

Regicide, like suicide, is never easy

 

 

Another “Leader” who should fall on his sword also gets coverage  in today’s news: this man…….

 

 Once Captain Courageous: now Coach Clueless

Terry Butcher and Nick Clegg, are singing from the same hymn- sheet, “We will not, we will not be moved!”   Can’t they see what damage they have done to their respective “teams” , Hibs FC relegated; Lib Dems condemned?

Mike Riley, chairman of the Hibernian Supporters’ Association, said: “…… we want Butcher and Maurice Malpas to resign…..

“We want a complete clearout at Easter Road and will announce plans about how we’re going to go about it. It will be an attack – we’re not sitting back.”

 

Tom English, writing on the BBC Scotland’s Football site, describes last Sunday’s game when Hamilton Accies beat the Hobos, thus relegating  them.

 

“On a day of many memorable images, there was one that springs to mind. Minutes before the end of normal time, and with his side clinging to a 2-1 lead like a man hanging from a cliff-top, Butcher walked to the edge of his technical area and started flapping his arms madly, like a big old bird attempting to take flight. “Flap, flap went Butcher and flap, flap went Butcher’s players. Flap went his defenders as they hoofed the ball clear with the composure of men whose trousers were on fire. Flap went his midfielders and his strikers, devoid of confidence and any semblance of leadership. “This has been the way of it all season. Those panic-struck moments were the year – the era – microcosm. A flapathon.”

 

A “Flapathon”

 

The logo of the Liberal Democrats is that of a bird

 

They sure are in a flap too – time for Nick to fly away? And, while you’re at it, Nick,please  take your equally useless wee brother with you!