dg

Yep, you’re right. Just like the nun who fell off the promenade at Brighton and landed on a Pierrot on the beach below: virgin on the ridiculous!

How can anybody take this shit seriously? It’s a 24/7 macabre carnival. And I – and my other tax paying compatriots are unwillingly helping to fund it, while Georgie boy, his Bullingdon buddies; their cabal of Think Wankers and other assorted libdem losers ( cobbled together to prop them up), are in charge of the collection boxes. Ridiculous indeed but, more to the point, utterly destructive to the country of which I was once proud to be a native.

Mark (4.32pm)

You missed the point: James tees up provocative silly headlines for me and I oblige him by whacking them down the fairway. You take this politics game far too seriously; why? The fucking ‘politicians’ don’t – obviously!

As for ‘fat bloke’ and ‘Derek’, whoever they are, if you have a beef with them, address then separately. Am I my brothers’ keeper?

Btw, watching that tosser struggling with his pharynx – and with Ginger Jock’s script – today, was embarrassing in the extreme; as for the content – pure bollox from beginning to end. Why didn’t CMD appoint an elderly statesmen as Chancellor, rather than one of his adolescent student cronies who, judging by the treble timbre of his delivery and the perpetual boggle-eyed, supercilious smirk, is still awaiting the ritual descent of his testicles?

My government is pissing the country’s wealth and resources down the drain and I resent wet-behind-the-ears, spoiled brats being put in charge of the family jewels and deciding how much I am going to be ripped off (both indoors and outdoors), so that they can pursue internationalist ambitions and play war games with very expensive flying toys and buzz bomb a demented circus clown. Shooting fish in a barrel comes to mind.

Particularly when, in the process of their jolly japes, in concert with their froggy friend and the reluctant septic president, they may well finish up handing over yet another patch to The Muzzie Bros.

We just escaped from thirteen years of harassment by a bunch of Leftist demented culture destroyers/traitors; we now appear to have replaced them by a gaggle of gentrified, neophyte numpties who must have been appointed direct from the Oxford University’s dramatic society’s production of Trial by Jury or the Pirates of Penzance. And that’s really not being fair to Gilbert and Sullivan.

That earthquake and tsunami in Japan was probably triggered originally by Winston Churchill spinning in his grave.

You ask, rather stupidly, “Haven’t you got a job?” At 77 my last remaining job is to remind young twats that this was once a great country. I dunno why I bother – they deserve to suffer in what it has now become.

Vat and “renewables obligation” should be transparent also, with all goods priced ex-tax and tax itemised at point of sale: we need downward pressure on ALL taxes. Added advantage: to encourage proficiency in mental arithmetic.

The irony of Fat Bloke criticising someone for being partisan! Bit like Mullah Omar commenting on women’s rights!

Fatbloke is still at the auditioning stage for the rapid rebuttal and smear squad. Derek and EdB are undecided as yet. Is he nasty and slavish enough? Just about, I’d say.

The real fuel stabiliser would be public transport, free at the point of use, and at least its core powered by domestically produced nuclear energy and by our vast reserves of coal, rather than by oil and gas imported from all sorts and conditions of place.

How many times did Ed Miliband manage to use the word “snow” in reference to George Osborne? Nothing worse than the wrong sort of snow, is there, George…?

JF

Very partisan summary.

Sniffy sounded terrible as he delivered the budget, his voice was so high that even the dogs in the street could tell he was off form.

Love the fuel duty stuff.
They are dancing in the streets of Riyadh.

Reducing the cost of fuel means we use more.
We use more fuel then the cost goes up.

Less tax for us.
More tax for the Saudis.

Maybe now they will be able to spare a plane for the NFZ.

My money’s on Liz.