It has emerged that Welsh first Minister, socialist Carwyn Jones, spent £9,500 of taxpayers dosh flying on a private plane so that he could see Wales play England at the European Championships on June 16. Ordinary Welsh fans flew Easyjet or went Eurostar but, as is always the way with socialists, some are more equal than others. Carwyn has offered a snivelling excuse but even that is a piss poor one which just does not stand up.
We are told that: “The First Minister flew from Cardiff to Lille to attend the Wales v England match before travelling to Glasgow later that day for a meeting with representatives from the British Irish Council. Following security advice, and for practical reasons, a small turbo-prop plane was used which ensured the First Minister was able to represent Wales at both events."
Honestly - there was specific security advice that the First Minister of Wales was being targetted? That beggars belief. And as for that vital meeting of the British Irish Council which Carwyn just had to attend...it was on the 17th, the day after the game which finished at 4 PM GMT. It would thus have been perfectly possible for Mr Jones to have used commercial airlines to get to Glasgow in time for the British Irish Council which took place the following day. The agenda for the 17th was an incredibly light one as you can see HERE, there was no reason at all why he personally had to pitch up any time before the morning of the 17 June.
But what does the truth matter for a good socialist like Carwyn Jones? As he tucked into his hand made cream puffs on his private flight he thought back to George Orwell's Animal Farm and murmured:
We pigs are brainworkers. The whole management and organisation of this farm depend on us. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for YOUR sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples.
How true, how true thought Carwyn, the people of Wales will be delighted that i am at the football match.
As his limousine pulled towards the Stadium it mkoved quickly past thousands of Welsh fans who had been travelling by coach overnight from the valleys or had endured an easyjet flight earlier and who now trudged to the stadium. Carwyn thought about about his countrymen, his comrades from the valleys and looked forward to singing with them ahead of the game later. He may have had a reserved seat in the executive box next to Prince William but in essence he stood shoulder to shoulder with his coiuntrymen. Again a passage from Orwell's Animal Farm shot through his mind.
"All animals are equal, but some animals are more equals than other".
How true, how true thought Carwyn as he thought backto the poached salmon with a red caviar dressing he had enjoyed on the flight out and prepared himself for the moment when he and those thousands of fellow Welshman, so proud and delighted that their leader stood amongst them, would dazzle the world with a rendition of Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau