This little nugget has slipped into the consciousness courtesy of the reporting of Is there more to life than shoes? and came during the trial of an action brought by a UKIP supporter to enforce said manifesto in respect of the promise made therein to hold a referendum on the EU Constitution.
I feel sorry for the poor chump from my profession who uttered these words which, I suspect, he or she will, upon reflection, regret.
I wonder, however, if the phrase is one which was delivered upon the specific instructions of his or her client, one Gordon Brown, or was something that in the wee small hours of case preparation sounded really good but the moment uttered made you realise that you are a complete plonker.
If the former, then it must amount to a serious own goal, for all who oppose this gutless dishonourable man will now be able to throw this phrase into the faces of those who wallow in the feculent midden of lies and turpitude that is the Labour Party, who brandish their manifesto as the being the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth with their hand behind their backs, fingers-crossed.
It helps us, though, to understand the Labour mindset. This is that they feel free to tell any lie, debauch any truth, spin any tale, massage any statistic, make any promise however outrageous, just so long as they win, win ,win. If the Little People complain, just tell not to believe all they read but to hand over the loot to keep the Labour Swine in charge of the pig sty in the style to which over the last ten years they have become accustomed.
Such is Brown’s contempt for the British people that he is quite open about the fact that we should not believe a word he says.
You would have thought that Brown would, at a time when politicians’ reputations have sunk lower than that of the occupants of Parkhurst or Pentonville, have chosen a more felicitous way of saying that his rotten little manifesto should be treated as no more than lavatory paper.
But he doesn’t much care who knows that when he and his party speak, what comes out is but the putrid trumpery bilge of many dishonest minds.