Plaid on Sunday Politics ...

... are as together as granulated sugar:

The candidates on Nuclear:

• Leanne (switch the lights off) Wood.
• Lord (the lights are on with Wylfa ) Elis-Thomas
• Elin (what lights) Jones

The King is dead, long live the Queen (of Plaid), happy days ..............

... and then the poltroon ...

... of Plaid and his merry band plumb new depths and call the patriarch of Plaid Dafydd Elis-Thomas a liar .............. ,

... the poor man must realise he has them frightened witless, and is it surprising when Dafydd is pitted against two of the most inept Plaid politicians possible, Jones and Wood were little more than mediocre parish councillors during the TV discussions at the link above.

The forlorn hope of separatist brothers, Les Enfants Perdus, are stamping their dainty feet in temper reminiscent of none other than .....

.... Rumplestiltskin of the Grimm Brothers,

Poor Dafydd, his crime was to express the reality that nuclear power is a fact of life, something the buffoons of Plaid cyberspace are unable to accept, the vast majority of people prefer being able to switch on the lights when they get home ...




... we watch and wait to see the spectacle of MH stamping so hard that his foot becomes as embedded in the ground, as his mind in the fantasy he weaves of grasses greener etc. etc. etc ........ we also await any growth on his upper lip, we are sure it will resemble someone from history of ignoble reputation, he was a nationalist .......

When Plaid turks insult ...

... their own, you know they are getting rattled.  The poltroon of Plaid and his merry band are taking "pathetic" to new depths, for one I am glad this shower are not in charge in Cardiff Bay.

The only means at their disposal is to misrepresent their opponent's position, ad hominem, because his is not a view that in any way fits their narrow vision of a future Wales and they are unable to present a coherent argument in opposition.

The name of the recipient of their vitriol is none other than the patriarch of Plaid, Dafydd Elis-Thomas, the poor man must wonder what he has done to deserve their spite.  I can help him, they are the forlorn hope, that band of separatist brothers swimming against the tide of public opinion, Les Enfants Perdus.

Poor Dafydd, his crime against humanity was to express his views on the philosophical application of independence in the modern world, he said something along the lines ...

... co-dependence in a federal Europe is the only option in the independence race, his is the view that the UK will soon become a federal partnership that fits this vision.

Who knows what the future holds, divination is an imprecise science, but there can be no doubt that Dafydd will carry many that ....

the occupiers of Syniadau frighten witless ...

Watching Plaid hopefuls on S4C ...

... I realised why the Welsh Assembly is so necessary, it is to reward the political faithful, to give hope to the political deadbeats, and the last (political) chance saloon for those reaching their dotage, in effect it is for the runners up, the political booby prize.

The designers, the conceptualisers, the inept who created devolution for Britain couldn't have envisaged the mess of potage that causes so much hot air amongst political pundits, would morph into such a dreadful talking shop that inflicts so much harm on the innocent.

And the proof of this particular pudding ...

In a speech, (reported by the BBC) Mr Jones will reaffirm his stance that there is no place for competition in public services.

... this lack of competition, might it be the reason medical equipment can cost so much more than other equivalent substitutes.

... this lack of competition, might it be the reason that patients are left calling for help.

... this lack of competition, might it be the reason that 27% of people in Wales wait more than six weeks for diagnostic services, compared to 1% in England.

Did the architects of devolution ever consider the effect that the political also-ran might have on the lives of the peoples of Wales, it cannot have, who in their right minds would inflict torture ....

Plaid Cymru, whither or wither, ...

... Whither will they wander with Wood far to the socialist left, or Wither with Lord Dafydd Elis-Thomas much as a grape becomes shriveled, shrunken, or faded from loss of moisture, a sultana, an important ingredient; the choice for the members who will vote very soon for Plaid's leadership.

To understand the "Left of Lenin" support for Wood you need go no further than the blog of MH, his is the fertile ground for the disaffected of Wales, those unable to understand how the real world works, to whom the grass is always greener, should that be redder, on the other side of the British fence.

Flipping the coin produces the day of night and day, a person who sits firmly in the centre of political Wales, unfortunately his is at the time of life that produces the withered look, but fortunately for the membership of Plaid he offers a certain hope for the future, the cake yet to be baked despite the time it has been in the mixing bowl.

Add a little brandy, let it mature just a little while longer, Plaid not the person, this is where the future of Plaid the Party of Wales rests, not the far left lunacy of the young turks who have no memories of Socialist Europe, but as part of ............ dare I say Britain.

I considered using the expression "fruit cake" when describing the sultana and Dafydd, but the alternative meaning belongs with the supporters of Wood, the MH brigade ............ mad, strange, insane, or very silly.