A Councillor Comes A Calling (And Didn't Even Ask For My Vote)



Dear readers

By the wonders of Skype, your Fat Councillor had a very enjoyable and enlightening conversation with a real life South Tyneside councillor this afternoon.

Amongst the titilating gossip, your Fat Councillor heard that there is some astonishment that I have dug up so much information about the South Tyneside Conservatives. There is also a lack of understaning about what motivates your Fat Councillor to continue ro dig. I have written about my motivation previously, but perhaps it warrants further explanation.

Your Fat Councillor, quite by accident, came across cackhanded attacks upon councillor Khan and others online. After a little investigation (and really, it didn't take long), it became clear to me that another councillor was behind the attacks. And that that councillor was David Potts, leader of the South Tyneside Conservatives. I was astonished that the attacks were taking place and that Pott’s party were doing nothing to discipline him. It was this inaction that caused me to start this blog.

Your Fat Councillor had the advantage of knowing a little about Potts and Millburn previously and had shaken both their hands. It was therefore simple find out what they were upto. But, what started out as a short, sharp prescription to give Potts a dose of his own medicine, soon developed, with the help of the Fat Councillor's Spies, into a wider airing of the goings on within the South Tyneside Conservatives.

I consider myself very fortunate to be in a position that I do not have to go out to work in order to keep the wolves from the door. This leaves me plenty of time to keep an eye on the Tories. In fact, you would be surprised at how little time it takes. The vast majority of the information comes from the public. This indicates to your Fat Councillor that there is plenty of animosity toward the South Tyneside Conservatives, their methods and their leading lights. If they were anywhere close to being respectable politicians (and yes there are some about), this blog would have had a very short life.

Politics has changed. The days of commands coming down from on high, and councillors failing to do anything other than stuff themselves at our expense are gone. Or at least that should be the case. You, the reader could just as easily set up a blog to highlight dodgy dealings and the like. If your information has any value, your audience will grow quickly. It no longer matters where the opposition to a particularly party comes from. I no longer have to sit in the Cleadon & East Boldon ward to know what is going on. IT IS JUST AS EASY FOR ME TO SIT HERE BY MY PADDLING THE POOL AND WRITE THIS.

Of course, your Fat Councillor is free of party strictures. No politician could write as freely or a cruelly as I do. And lets face it, it's the cruelty that keeps dragging you all back, isn't it? What flows from my keyboard is not constrained by political considerations. I have no political ambition, so I have no fear that calling David Potts a cunt (and what a cunt he is) is going to come back to haunt me. To some extent, bloggers have become the real opposition to political excess. We know what we want, and we are not afraid to say it. We want the cunts out of politics.

Is it just the South Tyneside Conservatives in my sights? Well, no. If a spy can provide evidence of wrong doing by any councillor or MP, your Fat Councillor would be perfectly happy to rip them a new arsehole too. But it is telling that the only people who are being complained about at the moment are the South Tyneside Conservatives

Oh, and finally, and if you are unhappy with my prose, fell free to find another blog to read. I understand there are a number of them around. I like swearing. It makes your Fat fucking Councillor smile...

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