Monday, 22 February 2010

Meanwhile Back On Planet Earth

Pie Muncher Prescott has been on the beeb having a little rant. Here's the crux of the problem fat-boy. You can dance around blowing kisses at your Dear Leader all you want - you're not fooling me nor a great many other people.

I can't get my head round it personally. Brown is the worst Prime Minister since forever, yet still his sycophants drool endless praise and spin.

It's all party and no country. What a crying shame there is no opposition to pound these contemptible bastards as they flounder on the ropes.

The NuLabour camp is in complete dissaray. Its troops fighting desperate rear-guard actions as their unelected fool of a leader blunders from disaster to disaster.

What do the Tories do? The square root of fuck all.

This Nation really is in a perilous situation. Never in the field of human politics have so many been fucked over by so few...