By Jack Dandelion-Have you ever wondered what sort of warped pervert is the editor of the Liberal luvvies favourite newspaper?
It is now 17 years since Alan Rusbridger became editor of the Guardian supervising the paper's decline both in respect and in sales.

The lies, half truths and the total fabrication of stories has taken its toll. Only the most deluded, white hating, British loathing Liberal now buys this disgraceful misconception.

But why was this walking disaster ever appointed? In 1995 he became editor on the basis of sexual perversion. A few years before he had written "A Concise History of the Sex Manual" which he had published.

Like all the Liberal elite he is a sex pervert.

Born on December 29th 1953 in Northern Rhodesia (now Zambia) he receives a salary including pension contribution this year of £486,300.

He was educated at an independent boarding school called Cranleigh School near Guildford in Surrey and went on to read English at Magdalene College, Cambridge.

He married in 1982 and has two daughters, one of whom works at the paper. Nothing like having your Dad running your employer's paper - favouritism? Clearly not!

Rusbridger looks surprisingly like the actor Charles Hawtrey and behaves in a timid, repressed and irritatingly effeminate way.
His hobby is playing Chopin very badly on expensive pianos in one of his opulent mansions.

When not writing lies and half truths he can be found wasting away hour after hour on a piano, while his underpaid and overworked staff are made to work overtime with no extra pay.
He has large houses in London and the Cotswolds full of expensive furniture including a Steinway piano in Gloucestershire and an expensive Italian Fazioli piano in London.

The Guardian is moving online and what is now a daily paper looks like it is soon to become a weekly. Its future is a sort of sleazy down market "Private Eye" for the politically out-of-touch liberal elite.
Rusbridger is aping his pin up hero Rupert Murdoch and is opening offices in the USA and Australia.

Clearly he has realised that no one apart from a congenital idiot is going to buy his lies in Britain any longer.
He admits that the online venture is a cross-your-fingers and hope-for-the-best endeavour and has not worked out how to attract advertising revenue. This media dunce has no idea about either the truth or business.

Soon enough this man and his disgraceful rag will be nothing more than an obscure irrelevant footnote in media history.