The Darcy Norgate Row: Michael Fabricant MP Is Right, She Is A TWAT (And So Are Those Labour People Encouraging Her Trolling Instead Of Condemning It)

This one broke last night.

Have a look at the offending tweets in question, in their full context.

She complains he made a personal attack – she was the one making the personal attack to begin with in calling him ‘weak and wobbly’ in large font.

Her bestie Callum joins in saying that Fabricant’s hair and teeth are the same colour as coronation chicken, to which her reaction is not one chastising him for it, but the routine ‘Ewwmagawd I ♥ U N everything U stand for!’ fake hypereaction you come to expect from a generation which thinks a state of arrested emotional development is a good thing.

To this Fabricant pointed out the obvious – she accused him of neglecting Burntwood in response to his Tweet about the local elections, and he points out it would be pretty difficult for the Tories to have neglected Burntwood in the local elections since there were no elections taking place.

Lichfield district council even kindly put a notice up on their website pointing out that unlike neighbouring districts, they were not going to the polls this year.

Staffordshire did have council elections taking place, but Burntwood was not one in one of those metropolitan districts (Lichfield) or town councils (Burntwood) which were going to the polls (it was next door Cannock Chase which was doing so: it endured five seconds of fame back in the 1990s as it became the battleground between the Raving Loony Green Giant Party and joint National Front-MI5 candidates for supremacy for the ‘local nutters’ vote, with the ruling Labour group treating both far too seriously – that’s another tale in itself!).

Contrary also to the press reports made, Fabricant responded at once to Darcy Norgate’s attempts to make capital.

A 19 year old is equally old enough to ‘should know better’ than to go trolling her local MP. Had she done it to a Momentum backed Labour MP, she might have been subject to a lot worse than name calling online from some of the thug tagalongs they have acquired in real life

Equally reprehensible are the pathetic array of Labourites – seeking salve after their kicking at the polls outside of London – trying to exploit this storm in an overpriced Starbucks skinny latté for political capital.

First, Paul Dadge:

Who neglected to mention he is this:

Similarly this:

Steve Hyden. Teacher, trainer, broadcaster…

… and defeated Labour candidate to Michael Fabricant. Along with a certain Chris Worsey…

… quick enough to applaud personal attacks on Twitter against fellow party members when it suits his own agenda.

Never mind Darcy, your besties on Twitter love you – even if your ‘Be kind always’ has proved to be more ‘don’t do as I do, do as I say.’

You’ll also get more attention and fame than you got from your other recent piece of ‘look at me, look at me!’ – yeah, because no one has ever heard of Auschwitz (two million visitors annually) or the Holocaust (even Justin Bieber’s heard of Anne Frank for crying out loud!). Looks like someone’s a little bit of an attention queen and therefore not quite the offended party they are making themselves out to be, aren’t you?

The simple truth was she’d let her mouth run on Twitter – like all too many teenagers do – got her facts wrong, and instead of putting it down to experience has attempted to twist it into something more sinister in order to get her fifteen minutes of fame. If she wasn’t talking about the local elections, she was simply trolling.

No matter what her reasons, Michael Fabricant MP called it right – she is a TWAT!

Which is also the name of a poem by the mighty Dr John Cooper Clarke, who is part of the National Curriculum, so she can drop the fake offended tone as well – there’s no record of her campaigning to have him removed from English lessons.

Like a nightclub in the morning, you’re the bitter end
Like a recently disinfected shithouse, you’re clean round the bend
You give me the horrors
Too bad to be true
All of my tomorrows
Are lousy ’cause of you

You put the Shat in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain

 

You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag
Do us all a favor, here, wear this polythene bag

 

You’re like a dose of scabies
I’ve got you under my skin
You make life a fairytale
Grimm!

 

People mention murder, the moment you arrive
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive
You’ve got this slippery quality
It makes me think of phlegm
And a dual personality
I hate both of them

 

You’re bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away

 

Like a death at a birthday party
You ruin all the fun [clearly not a Sims 3 player!]
Like a sucked and spat-our Smartie
You’re no use to anyone
Like the shadow of the guillotine
On a dead consumptive’s face
Speaking as an outsider
What do you think of the human race?

 

You went to a progressive psychiatrist
He recommended suicide
Before scratching your bad name off his list
And pointing the way outside

 

You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart
You’re heading for a breakdown
Better pull yourself apart

Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss
Your attitudes are platitudes
Just make me wanna piss

 

What kind of creature bore you
Was it some kind of bat?
They can’t find a good word for you
But I can

TWAT!

For the benefit of readers, ‘twat’ only became an offensive term for female genitalia when Americas started murdering the Queen’s English as per usual, same as they did with ‘pussy’.

In the context of calling someone foolish or despicable, it is derogatory, but not offensive. So wind your necks in, snowflakes.

https://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/twat