The poison dwarf isn’t getting a peerage.
John Bercow has become the first Speaker in 230 years not to be offered a peerage after he finally stepped down last month.
It is believed Boris Johnson had planned to exact revenge on Mr Bercow for his ‘bias’ over Brexit by denying him a seat in the Lords.
Allies of the Prime Minister said he would rip up the convention that Commons Speakers are automatically elevated to the upper chamber when they resign, in the same way Mr Bercow repeatedly ignored parliamentary precedent when dealing with Brexit.
Revenge is perhaps the wrong word here. Bercow abused his position. It was clear to everyone that he betrayed the impartiality of his position to give advantage to the remainers in parliament so that they could undermine any attempt by the government to push through Brexit. This was disgraceful. But, then, anyone who saw this little puke’s Christmas message would have seen for themselves the sheer arrogance and conceit of the man. He has a friend who is a Brexiteer, he tells us, who thinks that he is right, whereas Bercow knows that he is right. Fucking hell, what a nasty, obnoxious, self-righteous, pompous little prick.
Parliament is better off without him. We certainly don’t need him in the lords fucking us about.
I’d like to think that the odious toadius could be totally forgotten, but I also accept that it should be remembered as a salutary warning.
Bollocks to Bercow.