Girning Clown is Going Down - Election Update
February 20th, 2010So. Let me get this straight. That monkey Girnin’ Clown wastes more wonga that anyone in our Great British history, slows social mobiliy to the pace of a spaz wiv two wonky calipers on the Krypton Factor assault course then ‘as the cheek to say that it’s time for change an’ ‘e’s the very fucka to take us to a brand new world of cabbage an’ potatoes for all us peasants.
Ah’m an old geezer. Ah dahn’t do politics, dahn’t much care for interferin’ councils cahnts an’ ah hate politicians. Ah remember Harold Wilson an’ ‘Managed Decline’, ah remember sunny Jim Callaghan an’ shit on the streets, an’ ah know there hasn’t been a Labour government for 50 years that brought us any longterm good. They’re all self-seeking suckdicks and fuckwads.
Wot’s the alternative you ask? A bunch of Tory bumboys?
Well.
These days there’s more bumboys in the lezzie Labour movement than anywhere else so that’s not the argument it used to be. Nuffin’ against gays but they dahn’t look at the world like wot ah do. They ain’t neva goin’ to ‘ave six ‘ungry sprogs to feed, clothe, educate an’ get jobs. Ah’ll define my time on this earth by me beliefs (surprise, an oik like me can believe), kids an me family not ‘oo or wot ah pork.
So wot’s the alternative?
Well, less government, more space. More space, more cash, more chance for the rest of us to get on with our lives and get it right instead of some facckin minted civil servant screwin’ wiv our livelihoods and facckin’ up all our futures on the whims of some fascist politician.
Wot do ah want? Ah hate Labour for their lies and bringing everything good dahn into the gutter. Ah dahn’t care for the Tories. Ah wouldn’t know wot a LibDem looked like unless it ‘ad a sign on it (’cept for ol’ Simon in Bermondsey ‘oo’s salt of the earth)
Ah want a government, councils and politicians that remember they work for us. That all of this is ours, not theirs. These are our streets, towns, our land. They’ve just been given stewardship for a short while an’ they need to remember that they’re facckin’ public SERVANTS!!
Ah’m workin’ up BarkingMad way at the market three days a week so all ah can says is those Bloody Nob Pansies better not come rahnd my stall with their racist crap.
Anyway.
Fatchav till the day I die.
(Or get a gastric Band)
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