Strange Times Indeed…

…when ir’s the Tories that are making the anti-racist noises.

Hazel Blears, evil dwarf, New Labour careerist to beat all careerists and candidate for the deputy leadership, has been, like Gordon Brown last week, making dog-whistle noises to BNP voters:

Labour chairman Hazel Blears was accused of stereotyping immigrants today after suggesting that the public associated them with anti-social behaviour.

The deputy Labour leadership hopeful expressed concern that people in her Salford constituency were “worried” about changes in the community.

“We have got areas in Salford where private landlords are letting properties with 10 and 12 people in there,” she said.

“Now, the community doesn’t object to the people – they object to the exploitation and the fact that that leads to people being on the street drinking, anti-social behaviour.

“They don’t object to the people being there, but they object if they are undercutting wages and not getting the national minimum wage and they are not abiding by health and safety, so you have got to enforce the law.”

What I object to is underqualified midgets ith the compassion of a rabid stoat aspiring to political leadership via nastiness, racism and botox.

But never fear, Tory shadow Home Secretary David Davis was on Blears like white on rice:

Her comments, in an interview with the Independent on Sunday, prompted Shadow Home Secretary David Davis to blame her for the public’s concerns.

“It is wholly irresponsible for Ministers of the Crown to stereotype any group in society,” he said.

“If anybody is responsible for the concerns about immigration – on housing, education or indeed community relations – it is a Government that, while Hazel Blears was a Home Office Minister, allowed 600,000 immigrants to enter the country in one year.”

Well, quite.

It really has come to something when it’s the Conservatives you have to rely on to protect us against government ministers’ politically expedient racism.

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