Fortunately I'm not in control of the election material we're putting out in Manchester Withington on behalf of our marvelous candidate Lucy Powell in the fight to win back the hearts and souls of the people of Manchester Withington.
Obviously this is for good reason. If I knew my arse from my elbow when it comes to electoral communications I'd be - at the very least - an Executive Member in a major council, if not a Junior Minister in the government of a major country.
As it is - largely thanks to a lack of political ambition plus, once persuaded to offer myself for service, a ridiculous war, thanks Blair - I am now a simple swear blogger, a stringer for various newspapers and websites, a sometime candidate in unlikely ward contests and an apparatchnik for a world famous polling company. All interesting offers considered.
However. It must be said that if I ruled the world I'd be generally blowing Leech's shoddy lying fibbing Lib Dem material out of the water and rebutting his twaddle with an immediate and great jerk of the knee. Probably though that would just encourage him.
As a very small concession, and in a personal capacity only, just for fun, I am willing to take a look at his Postal-Vote-me-me-me leaflet with an objective eye.
Even if Leech's claims were right this would be INCREDIBLY THIN. The con-some-eh of a Sad Cafe. Achievements that a back bench councillor would expect to achieve after a year or two of bedding in. Leech was a councillor for a good few years. And then became MP. Continuing as a councillor for three years of double-dipping. He's clearly lagging reasonable expectations by years and years.
Above right is one side of the leaflet he enclosed with a covering letter in an envelope to postal voters, arriving only yesterday. I'd already voted.
Lower right is my (strictly personal, and never to be seen on paper) point by point rebuttal of his feeble achievement claims. Is that it? Goodness me! you've been a crap MP John Leech, you really have. Goodness me. Click on images to enlarge.