Nadine Dorries: vile and abusive messages

Nadine Dorries once told a room full of people that I was under police investigation after sending her "vile, abusive messages". The investigation she spoke of never took place, Dorries cannot produce any evidence of her making a complaint, and even though she is now compelled by law to produce the email messages she spoke of, she has refused. (She instead instigated an investigation by misleading police, then lied about the outcome of that investigation, but there'll be more on that soon enough.)

So what are we to make of the following text message that the Daily Mail have published, citing recipient Shailesh Vara as the source?

Nadine's bawdy border war

Europe isn’t the main source of tensions among Tory MPs at the moment. The thing that is really driving a wedge between them is the boundary review.

These constituency changes are designed to shrink the House of Commons from 650 MPs to 600. They have left some Tories with much reduced majorities and others with no seat at all.

Nadine Dorries, right, a charismatic and controversial MP, is one of those whose seat has been cut from under her by the boundary review. Judging by a text message she sent to her colleague Shailesh Vara this month, she thinks little of those who are trying to use this as an opportunity to move to the safest seat possible.

She messaged him:

‘I’m getting reports from conference that you are unhappy with being left with only an 8 and ½ thousand majority and you fancy St Neotts [sic]. You may have noticed, some of us have been left with no seat whatsoever. I don’t believe these rumours are true because a) I don’t think you would make yourself look like such a shallow, selfish greedy d*** and b) you know you would have a fight on your hands of vicious proportions. So may I suggest that you simply f*** off back to your own seat and look after your fat majority and leave those of us who have no seat to fight over the pickings. And by the way, I’m also sending this text to the chief. Nadine.’

Friends of Vara, who is a party whip, say that he was shocked by this intemperate texted tongue-lashing.

They complain, with some justification, that telling a fellow MP to ‘f*** off back to your own seat’ is hardly collegiate.

It is, though, a sign that Dorries, who has made it to the House of Commons from a council estate in Liverpool, has no intention of quitting without a fight.

But if she is going to get the seat, she is going to have to remember that there is only one ‘t’ in Neots.

Is this vile? It's certainly abusive. It also reveals something about Dorries' priorities that's unlikely to go down well with her present constituents in Mid Bedfordshire.

Nadine Dorries: surrounded by men, deleting the evidence

Nadine Dorries posted the following just after midnight last night, then apparently woke up thinking better of it. But instead of issuing any apology about how inappropriate it might be to go out on the pull the same night she promised to commit herself to opposing a new incinerator, Dorries simply deleted the post as if it never happened.

(She learned how to 'blog' from Iain Dale, you know.)

Here is the full text of the missing post. A copy is also visible in this Freezepage capture of Google's cache.

Tory totty..
Posted Friday, 14 October 2011 at 00:03

This is what happens when you go out for dinner with this lady..

Tory Totty Online
www.torytottyonline.com/

a) You are surrounded by men who insist on believing that what they have to say to you is more exciting and interesting than what you have to say to each other.
b) You are surrounded by men who have obviously fallen in love with torrytottyonline at first sight.
c)You are surrounded by men who want to give you golf lessons.
d) You are surrounded by men who want you to talk to their dog.
e) You are surrounded by men who keep clearing your table and taking away your empty glasses/dishes
f) You are surrounded by men who slip you a piece of paper with their mobile number on it as they leave the pub.
g) You are surrounded by men who keep walking over and saying 'do you mind if we join you?'.
H) You are surrounded by men who keep sending drinks over to the table.
I) I'm going out with her again tomorrow night.

(Next time, Nads, try tearing it up and throwing in a nearby park bin like your mate, Oliver Letwin.)

Nadine Dorries interview in Glamour magazine

Glamour magazine! It's not my thing, really. But no matter. Actually, that's why this little number is here. Glamour magazine isn't for everybody, but everybody who cares about anybody with a uterus will want to read this. Think of it as a neato time capsule of the best Dorries has to support a range of recent arguments.

Click to make bigger and read.

It is quite plain for most party/political/punditry people that Dorries is having us on. Her main campaign revolves a recycled ploy from a similarly cynical campaign by a deeply religious anti-abortionist movement in the United States. When Dorries went to the House with her version of this package, it had already been widely discredited. She was thrown a lifeline by Anne Milton, a minister from her own party trying very hard to help her, but still Dorries persisted, wasting the House's time with highly distorted accounts, entirely unsupported hearsay, plus - most alarming of all - deliberate and darkly cynical emotional devices both in support of her 'argument', and in defence of her many refusals to openly debate it, or even produce evidence to support it.

Nadine Dorries even pretended to be independent of her own damn campaign and activists, because it was the only way for her to avoid discussion of the deeply religious roots of her efforts and those of her supporters. This is something Dorries has repeatedly tried to hide, but she keeps revealing herself in her language and her aims, and her belief in Bible passages that are so strong, it makes her call the Church of England "cowards" when they do not interpret them as literally as she does. There really is no hiding this kind of thing, and yet Dorries persists. I do hope you'll excuse my amazement.