David Cameron accused of trying to deflect attention from Google tax row with ‘bunch of migrants’ remark
Apparently it’s called a ‘dead cat’ strategy because it’s the equivalent of throwing a dead cat on the table and screaming, “Look at that dead cat!”
Suddenly everyone’s talking about the cat instead of whatever they were supposed to be discussing – in this case, the Google tax row.
Didn’t work, though, did it?
Everybody is still talking about Google’s taxes.
The difference is, now they’re also talking about what an ass David Cameron made of himself, talking down refugees on Holocaust Memorial Day.
David Cameron has been accused of deliberately using inflammatory language against refugees to distract attention from the Google tax row.
The Prime Minister has attracted widespread condemnation for referring to people living in refugee in camps in Calais as a “bunch of migrants”
But rather than being a ‘gaffe’… Cameron’s dismissive remark appeared to be part of a reply scripted in advance to deflect attention away from issues that the Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn used to attack the government during Prime Minister’s Questions.
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My first thoughts were: “Sir” Lynton Crosby has been telling Dave what to say. I think we might be waking up to the strategies of this evil genius.
If the ‘Rt Hon’ David Cameron can contemptuously say “bunch of migrants” in the ‘hallowed halls’ of Westminster, then he loses any respect for his position from anyone!
Oh, Sir Lynton please instruct me,
Oh, Sir Lynton please instruct me
Oh, Sir Lymnton throw me a dead cat
For I’m sitting on the front bench with nothing to say at all.
(To be sung to the tune of the rugby anthem, Oh Sir Jasper do not touch me.)