Animal lovers will know the anguish and the heartache experienced when a dearly loved and cherished family pet passes on. The twinkle in the eye may still be there, but the legs and tiny brain have given up the ghost. The time comes when a visit to the vets for the administration of a leathal injection becomes inevitable and we can reassure ourselves that it is in the best interests of the poor, suffering animal. The same can now be said of the Liberal Democrat Party in Walsall.
One of the shamefully few local poiliticians who bothers the internet, Liberal Democrat leader Ian Shires, has posted a piece that on his web site that suggests that Labour party members in Walsall have “overwhelmingly” rejected Ed Miliband as a party leader. The article describes Miliband Junior as “Red Ed” and goes on to say that David, the senior Miliband, was the smelly socks first choice. Quite why the normally cogent and sensible councillor for Willenhall North should resort to this level of invective bile can be best explained if we look at what the Liberal Democrats are thinking nationally.
They have jetisoned established policies that have been sacrosanct for generations and have exchanged any principles that they may have had for the keys to the ministerial jaguar. They, and their Conservative bed mates, are frightened of Miliband Junior and seek to nobble him even before he has begun. Senior David would have been prefarable because, in their tiny minds, he is just like us – stupid.
Ian Shires, who usually highlights serious local issues, has been forced into quoting various apologies and bogus justifications from the ridulous LidDem Voice web site and even quotes a failed LidDem parliamentary candidate who claims that the election of Miliband Junior will turn Labour voters LibDem. The abject collapse of the Liberal Democrat Party is more likely to turn Labour voters to the BNP or Monster Raving Loonies who, incidentally, have forced a by election in Rushall Shelfield.
If Elvis was still alive, he would have sung this song to the doomed Liberal Democrats.
(words & music by Red Foley)
When I was a lad
And old Shep was a pup
Over hills and meadows we’d stray
Just a boy and his dog
We were both full of fun
We grew up together that way
I remember the time at the old swimmin’ hole
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
But old Shep was right there
To the rescue he came
He jumped in and then pulled me out
As the years fast did roll
Old Shep he grew old
His eyes were fast growing dim
And one day the doctor looked at me and said
I can do no more for him Jim
With hands that were trembling
I picked up my gun
And aimed it at Shep’s faithful head
I just couldn’t do it
I wanted to run
I wish they would shoot me instead
He came to my side
And looked up at me
And laid his old head on my knee
I had struck the best friend that a man ever had
I cried so I scarcely could see
Old Shep he has gone
Where the good doggies go
And no more with old Shep will I roam
But if dogs have a heaven
There’s one thing I know
Old Shep has a wonderful home