Ode to John Prescott

I have a love hate relationship with the Deputy Prime Minister. One minute he's a sad, fat old arsehole, with his pants round his ankles sweating over his simpering secretary. The next I find myself agreeing with him when he describes US withdrawal plans as "crap". They sure are John, fucking crap, crap, crap.

I'm finding myself strangely coming back on side; at least he's not the sort of effete ponce who tries to hide behind false smiles and lies.

Plus I will always remember the look on the face of that twat with the ridiculous mullet who he punched in the face live on TV a few years back. What other major politician have you seen in recent years who's had the balls to punch a protestor in the face himself. If that would have been Dick Cheney in the US he'd have had his tenth heart attack as 25 security guards wrestled the guy to the ground and kicked the shit out of him. But not Prescott - bang, fuck off, stick your egg up your arse pal.

I am drawn to the conclusion that this is the sort of politics we want. Personal abuse, claims that policies are shit, calling world leaders cowboy's and punching people. That way we might get less wankers controlling our lives.

(PS: I'll hate him again next week for an entirely different reason)