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Al Pacino To Play Arthur Scargill in 'STRIKE! - Iron Lady My Ar$e!'

Written by Skoob1999

Saturday, 19 November 2011

It seems almost certain that Hollywood icon, Al Pacino is to play Arthur Scargill, in Buffty Ginslinger's forthcoming film production of the 1980's miners strike, which has a working title of 'STRIKE! - Iron Lady My Arse!' - in a stinging filmic rebuttal of the Meryl Streep epic about former dictator, Margaret Thatcher, The Iron Lady.

"He's not signed anything yet," Ginslinger admitted in his weekly column in Britflick Magazine. "But I've been told that he's had a look at the script, and according to his people, he's impressed. It isn't a pipedream that he'll work in this country, especially since he opened his shouty college in Dorking. If he does get involved in the project, he'll effectively be able to kill two birds with one stone, working between the acting job and overseeing the shouty college in Dorking."

Ginslinger, a rabid right-on left winger reportedly conceived the Scargill movie project after reading about The Iron Lady being in production, and that Meryl Streep was being mooted as an Oscar nominee before the film had even been completed. According to insiders, Ginslinger became infuriated by the adulation and sentimentality being heaped upon Thatcher, and decided to come up with an alternative POV.

"He loathes that woman and everything she stands for," Ginslinger's close friend and business associate, Warren Watership confided. "He can't stand, to this day, the way she is idolised by the right, and in his opinion, Thatcher sowed the seeds of this country's decay by decimating manufacturing industry in favour of banking and services. And to be frank, he does have a point there, because it's banking and services that have dropped us right in the [edited by admin]. Had we maintained some sort of industrial output, at least we'd have goods to sell. As it stands, we're just trying to sell things people don't need at prices they can't afford anyway. This film is Buffty's way of hitting back. Plus, he's still a bit put out that his biopic of wrestling legend Mick McManus never came to fruition. Even though Jordan had promised to pop her baps out for that one."

A spokesman for Al Pacino admitted that the superstar was considering taking on the role of Arthur Scargill, and was quite keen on demonstrating his legendary low key method acting skills, providing he could juggle his commitments with the Dorking shouty college. Adding that Pacino would insist that Jodie Marsh portray Margaret Thatcher in the film, and that funnyman, Alan Carr plays Ian McGregor, the strikebuster, or the deal's off.

Somewhat bizarrely, the call from Mr Pacino's representative appeared (According to 1471) to come from the south coast of England, and the speaker had a quite distinctive northern accent, but as it wasn't from Dorking, where the zany prankster authors of that unmissable Christmas stocking filler, 'The Dorking Review' are based, the call was deemed to be legitimate.

Although we wouldn't swear to that.

More as we get it.

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Grubby Arthur Scargill Sacked by National Union of Mineworkers

Thursday, 26 August 2010

In what must surely be a humiliating blow, slapheaded communist, Arthur Scargill, has been sacked by his own union - the National Union of Mineworkers.

Thanks to his failed leadership during the 80's miners strikes, fatcat hands-in-the-till Scargill single-handedly destroyed the entire mining industry which caused untold misery to thousands of miners and their families. The NUM only has about 5 members left in the UK anyway which must be even more of a slap to the coal-face for Scargill.

During the 80's, Scargill fought for the miners rights to be able to take sickies whenever they liked, work to rule, guarantee not only themselves but their children jobs for life and basically ensure they were able to do whatever they liked to be able to ensure the profitability of the UK coal industry was undermined. When Thatcher rightfully fought to protect the industry - and remove the strangehold of bitter unions destroying mining in the UK - Scargill spearheaded an ill advised crusade that ultimately put the nail in the coffin for mining in Great Britain.

Thanks to Scargill (who had been looking for any excuse to strike since becoming NUM President) and despite months of violent picket line fighting with police (which included the brutal murder of innocent taxi driver David Wilkie), the striking miners went back to work after a year with nothing to show for it. Within a decade most of the pits in Britain had been closed. There are now less than 10,000 coal miners in the UK and the NUM, once half a million strong, has just 1,600 members left.

Feel no sympathy for multi-millionaire union boss Scargill though - he had recently demanded that union leaders pay him a concessionary fuel benefit that had been stopped for all other members and demanded they pay out £2,000 to pay for an alarm system at his mansion. The champagne socialist had also been criticised for continuing to charge the tiny union £33,000 a year for his luxury penthouse in the City of London with its stunning river views (he's so far claimed over £250k for this alone). All of this on top of a huge salary, gold plated pension, expenses and numerous other benefits - all of which the miners whose lives he destroyed are unlikely to themselves enjoy.

Margaret Thatcher was reported to have literally pi$$ed herself laughing upon hearing the ironic news.

However, given his record of failure, corruption and grubby behaviour - expect Scargill to be made a peer in the House of Lords sometime soon. Either that or be sent off to the enjoy the gravy train in the EU with the likes of the Kinnocks.

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This is what Maggie had to sort out, and she did!


Uncollected rubbish: Leicester Square London under the grip of the unions

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i was driving to Blackpool when it came across the radio and i was over the moon to hear the cow had died, she killed one of the massive steel works down the road from me, the ravenscraig and all the other hassle she made the poll tax ETC and what she done with the hunger strikers was a disgrace, to all the people who say she was a good PM and done her country proud. Get yersells the gether she was a c**t and good riddance to her can't wait to watch the funeral on Wednesday and have a wee drink to celebrate that she is gone, and if we are even more lucky the IRA might drop in and plant a bomb or two on Wednesday at the funeral

Arthur is 74 and has a very expensive union flat in the City of London, which he says is his for life, and until recently he also had a union job with obscure duties. Nobody outside the quarrelling rump of NUM officials seems to have any idea where the money comes from or how much there is, for the one sure thing is there isn’t much of a mining industry to pay for it all any more.
Almost exactly 40 years ago Arthur brought his dedicated army of flying pickets south from Yorkshire to Birmingham to try to shut Saltley Coke Works, which continued to supply power stations during the first great national coal strike of the seventies. Engineering workers – some of their leaders heavily influenced by the Communist Party - walked out in support of him.
The depot closed and the strike was won. Edward Heath’s government was on the slide. The miners boasted of the £10 notes they began to find in their pay packets, which they called Scargills.
Arthur gives the impression that he believes, in all that has happened since, that he was right and everyone else was wrong. The great strike of 1984 and '85, the Thatcher victory, the destruction of his industry, all of it was the fault of people who failed to listen to him.
It must be terribly lonely. Almost everyone else has gone. Even Colonel Gaddafi, to whom the NUM reached out during the strike, has let him down.
Back in the day, TV producers were always making films about the mining industry and its noble workers, with titles like The Price of Coal, which made heroes out of militants like Scargill. These days television seems more interested in making films about Margaret Thatcher, and sure enough Hollywood has followed.
The Comic Strip once joked about Al Pacino playing Arthur. But which star would do it now? Is Sean Penn available?
East Germany, once the Scargillite notion of a workers’ paradise, is no more than a set of old jokes mainly enjoyed by academics, and some German films appealing to a misguided nostalgia for the old days among Ossis bewildered by the modern world.
Mind you, I sometimes wonder whether Angela Merkel, in the troubled and fretful early hours, dreams of bygone methods to deal with the disobedient Greeks or to bring Sarko more firmly to heel.
Arthur has just one admirer left with any clout at all, and it’s Bob Crow. Bob’s pals in the other public sector unions blew it back in November, when they called a one-day strike that was supposed to shake the foundations, with rib-tickling results. Most are now busily trying to negotiate their way back to respectability, and taking a newly flexible view of their members’ pension rights.
Bob is, for now, the monopoly supplier of underground trains to London, just as Arthur once thought he had a stranglehold on the power industry.
This is not going to change in a great hurry. We know Boris prefers to flick his hair and show off his vocabulary rather than get involved in the grittier side of politics. Ken Livingstone is promising cheap tube fares, a promise which worked for him more than 30 years ago, when Arthur was still King Coal, and Bob’s his friend if not his uncle.
But 10 years from now, who knows? Maybe one day we’ll see Bob Crow in a county court, squabbling over the last pennies of the RMT, while driverless trains made in China speed along the tunnels and never go on strike.

What's the difference between Arthur Scargill and Michael Jackson?

Arthur Scargill hasn't seen a miner's helmet since 1985.

What have Jimmy Saville,and Arthur Scargill got in common?

They all shafted minors during the 80's!

Yeah - my mrs is usually the same following our kids around.

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I notice they still liked their Pimms back then?

Margaret Thatcher: I Vow to Thee, My Country
Lady Thatcher planned her own funeral, right down to the hymns

Lady Thatcher worked harder than anyone else for the earthly country she loved. Peace, after strife, is what she sought


Every aspect of the occasion will reflect some part of Baroness Thatcher’s character

By Michael Deacon
10:00PM BST 12 Apr 2013

In death as in life, Margaret Thatcher remains firmly in charge. The woman whose premiership was marked by ramrod certainty and whipcrack decision-making had, it turns out, a characteristically needle-sharp idea about how her funeral must proceed. Today, the details of that idea emerge.

From the singing of I Vow to Thee, My Country to the choice of readings, every aspect of the occasion will reflect some part of Baroness Thatcher’s character: her love of Britain, her Christian faith, her belief in tradition.

One of her chief orders was that David Cameron give a reading. This is not, it seems, because he is David Cameron, or because he is the leader of Lady Thatcher’s party, but simply because he is Prime Minister: her instructions were that there should be a reading by whoever was the prime minister at the time of her death, regardless of political affiliation. It could have been Ed Miliband. (Mr Miliband, and indeed Mr Cameron, will no doubt be grateful that it isn’t.)

Mr Cameron will read a lesson from the Gospels, specifically John 14.1, which says: “Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.”

The strength of Lady Thatcher’s faith is perhaps something that has not been grasped fully, either by the media or the public. Matthew Parris, who worked for her in the Opposition leader’s office in the late 1970s, recalls her answering personally a letter from a grieving widow. The widow had written to ask whether Mrs Thatcher, as she then was, believed in Heaven. “Christians believe in the Afterlife,” she replied, “and I am a Christian.”

Lady Thatcher, raised a Methodist, was fond of hymns and knew hundreds by heart. She is known to have enjoyed watching Songs of Praise in her last days.

Mr Cameron, it may be remembered, confesses to being somewhat less firm in his religious convictions; his faith, he once said, is like “the patchy reception of Magic FM in the Chilterns: it sort of comes and goes”.

Lady Thatcher’s granddaughter, Amanda, 19, will read another lesson. Both will be taken from the Authorised Version, more widely known as the King James Bible.

The funeral, to be held at St Paul’s Cathedral on Wednesday, will also feature readings from the Book of Common Prayer, including the burial prayer that begins: “Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live and is full of misery. He cometh up and is cut down like a flower.”

There will be the traditional reading for meeting the body arriving at a church, which begins: “I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord. He that believeth in me, yea, though he were dead, yet shall he live.” The congregation will also hear “Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts”.

The Bishop of London, the Rt Revd Richard Chartres, will preach the sermon. Among Lady Thatcher’s selection of hymns is To Be a Pilgrim (written by John Bunyan in 1684). Another will be Love Divine, All Loves Excelling (which was sung at the wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge).

And, reflecting Lady Thatcher’s patriotism, mourners will sing I Vow to Thee, My Country. A poem by Sir Cecil Spring-Rice set to music by Holst, it describes a love of Britain as “The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,/The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.”

The song was a favourite of Diana, Princess of Wales, featuring at both her wedding and her funeral.

Cynical detractors who expect Lady Thatcher’s funeral to be used for the Conservatives’ political gain may be surprised (and perhaps disappointed privately) to learn that there will be no political eulogy. Although the occasion has been code-named Operation True Blue, the sole object of worship will be God, not free market ideology. Lady Thatcher is said to have been concerned that her funeral would become the subject of political debate. The woman who relished an opportunity for confrontation was, for once, resolved to avoid it. Her funeral would not be Conservative; it would be Christian.

Lady Thatcher is understood to have begun preparations for her funeral around eight years ago. Clerics at St Paul’s offered her its use; her private secretary visited to discuss hymns. It is understood clerics then visited Lady Thatcher in person.

From the start, she earmarked Wordsworth’s ode on immortality, a poem she would have learnt at school, to play a part. Its sonorous closing lines read: “Thanks to the human heart by which we live,/ Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,/ To me the meanest flower that blows can give/ Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”

Of course, however much Lady Thatcher meant to avoid the funeral being political, the reaction to it surely will be. Protests and attempts at disruption are inevitable. To those whose loathing of her is as volcanically intense now she is gone as it was when she was alive, her wishes doubtless mean nothing.

On the day, what happens outside St Paul’s may be unpredictable. It may be volatile. But inside, what happens will, as Lady Thatcher wanted, be an expression of faith and love.

There, at least, the Iron Lady’s final decree will be followed to the letter.

Source; http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politic ... untry.html

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That's rich coming from 'The Sun'

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good riddance to her and hope she rots in hell