LCD Views

As conference season approaches, the Prime Minister’s position has never been less strong and stable. She is anticipating a leadership contest, and the surprise frontrunner is a chocolate teapot.

As normal, there are several other candidates. Some Tories have backed an inflatable dartboard, others a waterproof towel. The ERG is supporting the candidacy of a tetrahedral football.

LCD’s Useful Household Objects correspondent spoke to the teapot. “Britain runs on tea!” it stated proudly. “Theresa May couldn’t produce a decent brew if you gave her teabags, a kettle, and detailed instructions. I always say, if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the tearoom.”

Sovereignty is a key message. “True Brits love their sovereignty,” claimed the teapot. “If elected, I promise that everyone will be able to enjoy as much Sovereign Tea as they want!”

What about May’s infamous red lines? “Instead of red lines, I will have Blue Ribands,” said the teapot. “Biscuit means biscuit.”

The teapot revealed that May was opposed to both Hard water and Soft water. “She wants frictionless water, which produces tea even the French would be ashamed of,” the teapot commented. “Everything has been watered down far too much!”

“In addition, May tends to wilt and collapse in on herself when the heat is on,” remarked the teapot. “She is like a teabag with no leaves, useless whenever she gets into hot water.”

Glossing over the fact that chocolate and heat is also a bad combination, we asked the teapot to run the rule over its leadership rivals.

“The waterproof towel is a joke, quite honestly,” it said. “It has been around for years, yet hasn’t absorbed a single drop of wisdom in all that time. The tetrahedral football is a stick-in-the-mud, a complete oddball. And the inflatable dartboard is forever letting itself down.”

The chocolate teapot is an appetising prospect. At least it shouldn’t leave a nasty taste in the mouth.

Dominic Raab, Secretary of State for making David Davis look clever, faced heated questions this evening after his actions literally led to a sudden and dramatic worsening of the trade deficit with Germany.

”He wrote to Starmer to try and get Labour’s answers to an upcoming school quiz on Brexit and the People’s Vote,” Raab handler, Mr Baboon Handler, told LCD Views,

“You know, whether or not to destroy the U.K. and hand the bloody parts over to US neocons so Liam Fox looks good, or like, give the people a chance to just, well, not,

“And he was hoping for guidance from Mr Constructive Ambuguity? It’s nuts. Dominic’s job is almost impossible for Dominic as it is [not for most though]. I only took my eye off him for a moment. I feel so bad. I should never have left him alone with a junior civil servant and access to a printer and official paper. I didn’t follow procedure and I’m very sorry.”

But left alone Dominic was and he immediately underscored why there are strict instructions for his handling at all times.

The drafting and sending of the letter from the Secretary of State, pretty much begging Labour to tell their mortal enemies what they intend to do at the Labour conference this weekend, regarding calls for a People’s Vote on the no deal Brexit May is to achieve, just made the government look even sillier and more certain of falling any day now than usual.

”As soon as Keir put the letter on twitter importers of German made goods said sod the fancy cars and mass ordered schadenfreude. Still, it’s a good thing they did it now. After Brexit all those sniggers, grins and ha ha’s at our failure with Brexit negotiations will just rot at Dover waiting to clear customs.”

Mr Starmer is understood not to have replied officially and just made hay with the letter, as is sensible.

”What did little Dominic even expect? I doubt Starmer knows the answer himself. Not ever having a Brexit position is exactly Labour’s strategy.”

It’s understood rules for handling Raab are to be reviewed with the advice he is only now allowed access to edible paper.

LCD Views is a well known fully paid up, Tory shill propaganda outfit, funded largely by George Soros, as such it is rare for us to editorialise critically anything the current wise, studious, diligent and compassionate Conservative government does, but today we must make an exception to our golden rule.

The announcement by serving Secretary of State for Health and Social Scare, Matt Hand-on-Rooster-o’clock that visiting A&E is to become a criminal offence from 01 April 2019 has left us livid.

It simply does not go far enough.

Although it is a good sign that the minister has made this announcement while on a state visit to China. There to give their state cyber-espionage units fuller and deeper access to our nation’s health by buying their health gadgets, and yes, we accept that in return someone somewhere will likely make a lot of money, without a thought to the consequences, but surely his focus should be on preventing health crime in the first place?

Isn’t prevention better than cure?

Shouldn’t Mr Hand-up-Rooster be sponsoring primary legislation to make falling ill or having an accident a crime to begin with? Punishable by transportation to one of the penal colonies (to be overseen by Gove) that Global Britain is to establish?

Hard labour for broken bones. That’s your cure Mr Five-Fingers-on-a-Willy! Sanitise the country by clamping down on sore throats!

And will the government ensure that family members accompanying a sick relative to an NHS A&E be arrested and tried as accessories?

Just think of the extra profit to be made by the private companies being awarded the carpark contracts if a criminal visiting their sick son or daughter in a ward at Great Ormond Street is speedily arrested and detained for long enough to have their car clamped and sufficient punitive fees accumulate on top the fine itself?

This could lead to healthy boost to the bailiff and re-possession industries post Brexit that Britain will rely on for economic growth.

We say you are not doing enough Mr Handjohnson!

Crime starts in the home. When the first sniffle or the ladder fall occurs. This is where you need to strike and strike hard!

We urge you to be tough on health crime and tougher on the causes lest the criminal classes make our NHS facilities unfit even for US private health businesses to own.

Act today. Lock a man flu sufferer away.

Etymologists specialising in cockney rhyming slang are locked in a veritable “fight to the Hovis” over the correct correlative for “Jacob Rees Mogg”.

London’s leading “slang bangs”  are unable to reach an agreement on which of the many obvious rhymes the name of The Conservative party’s leader in waiting should be used in place of.

Current leading contenders include “fog” “dog”, “snog” and “bog”.

“Some bastard’s “Jacob” has taken a “Donald Trump” on my doorstep,” has a ring to it, said slang expert Gordon Bennet, cautioning that forcing two rancid far right politicians into the same extended metaphor risks unbalancing the offbeat kilter.

Similarly, he explained, the idea of  “getting lost in an absolute pea souper of ‘a Jacob‘ ” really doesn’t do justice to the man’s off the edge views.

While given Rees-Mogg’s ultra catholic views on holding hands before marriage, “snog” too is a none starter, he added.

” Anyway – ‘Took me bird round the back of the bike sheds for a quick Jacob?‘ – that’s a passion killer if there ever was one,” he grimaced.

Current favourite with a majority of slang bangers is the suggestion that “Jacob Rees Mogg” should be rhyming slang for the smallest room in the house.

To wit, “Bleedin’ Nora, had a dodgy kebab last night and spent half the morning stuck in the effin’ “Jacob” with me “Bill Grundies round me ankles.”

Although, even with the correct semantic area identified, opinions still differ, with a solid, and hard to flush grouping insisting that the correct attribution, should be “log“.

As in: “Cor blimey, own up! Who’s laid the “Jacob” in the outside bog?”

However one thing all “rhyming slang” experts agree on is that none are likely to find favour with their namesake, Mr Rees-Mogg himself.

“The sour faced young scrote isn’t exactly renowned for his sense of humour, and has been known to get litigious, ” he cautioned.

“If he decides to sue, well then, we’re all “Peter Carter-Rucked,” he laughed.

Fantastic news today with the announcement from Downing Street that PM for everyone, Theresa May, has used the Henry VIII powers gifted in the EU Withdrawal Bill to change voting legislation.

”This will ensure that the right outcome is achieved in any vote held tomorrow, the day after that, or when everyone not a predatory hedge fund owner is scrabbling over the last rat after Brexit,” Steve Baker MP (Abuse-on-Parliament) made the announcement on the executive’s behalf, presumably because IDS and other ERG members have Theresa May tied to a chair in a basement somewhere.

Full details of the law change, nicknamed The Great Lazarus Bill, are not being made public, but key points are so people can re-draft their wills today for tomorrow.

”Say you’re worried about traitorous remainiac EU nationalists turning eighteen and undoing your decision to leave the tyrannical EU superstate,” Mr Baker went on, while strangling a puppy in his pocket, “well simple, just bequeath your vote to the Conservatives. Or better still, leave it to the ERG.”

The change is to be trialled initially and limited to Tory donors, but with a comprehensive roll out in time.

”We all know the membership of the Conservative Party is withering on the vine,” Mr Baker shrugged, “and that soon the only people left will be Tory MPs and UKIP entryists acting under orders from Steve Bannon. Oh, and about half a dozen currency traders who are shorting the pound,

”This may make winning either the likely People’s Vote, or a shock GE before March 29th 2019 harder, but not now that people can leave us their vote to ensure the will of the people never dies,

“Once this new voting system has been proved to our satisfaction we may even make it retrospective, so leave voters who have since passed can have their last vote re-cast to ensure the will of the people sees no obstacle in changing circumstances, new information, emerging proof of criminality, or even death.”

Questioned how the law change would benefit UK democracy, Mr Baker just smiled, strangled another puppy and stated, “The dead can’t change their minds.”

The lack of opposition from Her Majesty’s Opposition had been explained. The leader of the opposition, Jeremy Corbyn, has been replaced by a cardboard cutout. It appears that the world has only just realised this.

Opposition means opposition, which in this instance means opposition in name only. How long has this state of affairs persisted? Nobody, not even the cardboard cutout himself, knows.

Somewhere in genteel suburban London, an old, white-bearded man was patiently digging in his allotment. “Potatoes!” said the old man proudly. “Grown by the honest sweat and toil of the proletariat. I am going to stockpile them to get me through the winter, which of course begins next March.”

Meanwhile the cutout has been busy doing nothing. It has attended briefings, meetings and parliamentary sessions. It has said and done nothing, and as usual this has passed without anybody noticing.

LCD Views was unable to secure an interview with the cutout (it had too much paperwork to do), but did manage to speak to its deputy, a cypher named Steer Calmer.

“The Labour Party has been shadowing the Tories for a long time,” explained Calmer. “That’s where the name Shadow Minister comes from. We have adapted one of their democratic slogans for our own use: ‘No opposition is better than a bad opposition’. That sums up our position perfectly.”

We suggested that parroting empty slogans is hardly an effective strategy.

“We must respect the slogan!” Calmer insisted. “Slogan means slogan. Otherwise we cease to be a democracy.”

What is your take on the fact that your party is being led by a piece of cardboard?

“It was a democratic decision which can never, ever be reversed,” replied Calmer.

Calmer suddenly went rigid. An automatic update had kicked in. He began to chant mechanically: “Chequers or No Deal… Chequers or No Deal…”

Corbyn – heavyweight or paperweight? Toppling him should be a breeze.

Theresa May has made a groundbreaking speech today in which she outlined her vision for the future of British childhood.

“Poverty,” she said, while flanked by dozens of Dalmatian dogs and wearing a striking black and white overcoat,

“gruelling, humiliating poverty. No child left behind. But, and this is important to note, the children of pound shorting, predatory, disaster capitalists will have been bought burgundy passports and so will not be counted as British children for the purposes of poverty line statistics.”

It’s believed the speech was given to show leadership. To provide clarity for people who mistakenly feel the British ship of state is rudderless.

”Brexit is our rudder,” Ms May put everyone straight, to the fawning nods of Nick Robinson, Andrew Marr and other BBC journalists so well off from the public purse, so encrusted with intellectual laziness, so entrenched in unconscious bias, they are prepared to validate the clear and complete disasterous crap Ms May’s administration produces day in and day out.

”And with Brexit as our rudder we can steer the once mighty ship Britannia into every clearly avoidable obstacle on the seas of statecraft until we’re wrecked. Then my party donors can be the wreckers and salvage the valuables.”

As to what to do with the children of Britain once they are all in grinding poverty?

”Who cares?” Ms May smiled, “seriously, who cares? Are there not still skips? Are there not gutters to search? Are there not laughs to be had watching them in morally bankrupt reality shows being humiliated for scraps?”

As to when the target of every British child living in poverty will be reached?

”That’s not entirely clear,” Ms May shrugged, “although daily we make progress. And thanks to the cross party coalition with Labour to deliver Brexit, it’s highly likely beyond March 29th next year we will be withIn grasp of our target.”

It’s good to have leadership.

The Road to Brexit, the white elephant in the room – or countryside – has reached another embarrassing halt. Far from thundering magnificently towards the cliff-edge and freedom, it has meandered to a halt in the middle of no-man’s land. The government has been obliged to organise a diversion.

Therefore the comedy duo of Fox and Grayling have been wheeled out. For those new to the genre, Grayling is the hapless incompetent whose schtick is slapstick, whereas Fox is the gag merchant, and no amount of knock-backs can convince him that he is not the fox’s bollocks.

The routine is always the same: Fox comes up with a grand plan. Grayling opens his mouth, puts his foot in it and falls over. The plan fails, and Fox congratulates himself. Rinse, repeat, run end credits.

This time there’s only a slight twist. Grayling runs, hilariously, into a red line of cones on the Road, and falls over. Fox’s grand plan is to use the Road as a runway for a Spitfire instead. “It’ll never get off the ground!” quips Grayling. “No, it’s a flier!” replies Fox. “Come on Chris, give us a push!” Whereupon the pair burst into an improbable song about an aeroplane with only one wing:
“We’ve only got one wing!”    “But one is better than none!”
“So long as we can sing…”      “…We will fly up to the sun!”

While all this song and dance was going on, anxious Road users wait for direction. Temporary yellow signs point them off in a random direction. They are directed to a cul-de-sac on the projected line of the Road, scheduled for demolition.

Suddenly, an aeroplane appears over the horizon. Its flight is weak, the engine droning feebly and the single wing flapping. It heads straight for the cul-de-sac, and BOOM!! There is an almighty crash. Fox and Grayling emerge, unscathed. Grayling immediately plunges head first into the wreckage, and Fox dusts himself down proudly.

Fox turns to look directly into the camera. “See what you can achieve on a wing and a prayer!” he says, winking.