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Unbelievably, Instead of being stood on the gallows, the most that these hypocritical, thieving, spoilt nonces living over in posh Lala land face from the governed, is being subjected to a rare, barely audible, grumble rumble of mass discontent every now and then.
How Cameron & Co must cack their pants… Not.
Is it any wonder that they are all photographed in the Commons, laughing their bollocks off as one or another of the pasty faced arseholes announces the latest crackpot scheme to make life that much harder for us all?
They laugh, and rightly so too, because they are being allowed to take the right fucking piss out of a Nation infested with, spineless, backward thinking, self obsessed clones, acutely lacking in the common sense that they were born with.
They know it, we know it and the clones know it. Fuck me! Keep kicking a dog and eventually it will turn round and bite you. It’s no wonder that I prefer the company of dogs. They are a lot smarter than your average British Clone. They certainly cotton on a lot fucking quicker, that’s for sure.
We’ve got Smarmy Cunt 1, David Cameron. Gatekeeper to kiddie fiddler Lala land. An unsavoury spoilt tosspot, telling you mugs time and time again how we are all in this together… Are we? Cos from where I’m fucking sitting I can’t see much evidence of those wankers cutting back on anything.
Cameron is a smug, lying cunt who publicly lambastes people who try to save themselves a few bob on the unfair, unnecessarily high tax system in operation. Meanwhile he’s having it off at our expense as well as living off the millions he inherited from his old man. And how did Cameron Snr make his fortune? By avoiding paying errrr… Tax. Smarmy Cunt.
We’ve got Smarmy Cunt 2, Nick Clegg. What the fuck does that cunt do for a living except fast track millions of pounds of your money to charities connected to his family. If I want to give to charity then I will fucking choose which one I want to give my money to. Fucking thieving dick-splash.
Thick as two short planks, the twat doesn’t have a fucking clue what he’s doing. He knows it, they know it and we know it… So that apparently makes it ok. He does deals with that lame cunt Iain Duncan Smith that are purposely designed to cause millions of skint people further hardship, right in front of your very eyes. And you let him get away with it… Come here for fucks sake, let me kick you as well!
A traditional ‘family man’ with good moral standards, albeit he has a penchant for prostitutes and Cocaine, Georgie boy owns a £3 million pound house, makes copious amounts of money from his share of the multi million pound family firm, earns more in a year in his job – which he is totally inept at – than most people do in 7 or 8 years doing theirs – And still the long streak of Class A contaminated piss pleads poverty!
Fuck me, it wasn’t even a year ago that the fucking cretin was bleating that he didn’t earn enough to pay the 50 pence tax rate, “Guffaw, snicker…shhh… snicker”. Meanwhile, people who earn a lot less are now facing a 65 pence tax rate…
Now, while I can understand that not everyone is clued up on the monetary system. It doesn’t take a fucking genius to work out that he’s full of shit and taking the right fucking piss… Come here, I want to kick you again.
We’ve got smarmy cunt 4, Iain Duncan Smith. And hasn’t he just come into his own handkerchief of late. When the cunt was leader of the Tory party, you couldn’t get a word out of him. Now the big mouthed idiot don’t fucking keep quiet. Talk about a sick fucker gloating over the misery he’s causing. He is fast catching up with Giddyant Osborne on my favourite pet hate list. So let’s take a bit more of an in depth look at the bald headed soppy cunt… Not that there is fuck all wrong with being bald headed… Quite attractive actually. But I digress.
Iain Dickhead Smith, a man who does fuck all and lambasts those who do fuck all for a lot less than he gets for doing fuck all. He’s found his fucking niche now all right.
In fact, all of a sudden, the pampered pilchard finds he gets a hard-on by playing the role of a hard man. And thats all these sick nonces do; Play a role. They are actors, doing the bidding of the Rothschild Dynasty.
Mind you, if that fucking joke of a bloke is a fucking hard man, then Julian Clary must be in the SAS. So let’s examine the fucking hypocrite’s background, and see if he’s justified in his actions.
It would seem that after he stopped pretending to be a Soldier, the comfortably off Dickhead-Smith spent a ‘period’ of time applying for jobs. Despite, his family’s prosperity and him being in the privileged position of being able to pick and choose a job he liked doing, he must have spent quite some time deliberating on which one to go for. I say that, because the cunt spent that long choosing his career, that he found it necessary to claim UNEMPLOYMENT BENEFIT.
In 2002 the TV program ‘Newsnight’ caused Dickhead-Smith considerable embarrassment after the shows presenter, Michael Crick revealed that the fraudulent Dickhead’s CV – which had been for the past 10 years open for inspection in the authoritative annual Dod’s Parliamentary Companion – was in fact a tissue of lies.
Moreover, his claim to have attended the prestigious sounding Dunchurch College of Management turned out to be a few months of weekend courses at GEC Marconi’s staff college.
If that wasn’t bad enough to warrant Dickhead Smith getting his Dickhead kicked in, Michael Crick (who is he, I like him?) revealed in 2003, more embarrassing evidence that the robbing Toerag – who at the time was the Tory Party Leader – had been making dubious salary claims for his wife, that were paid to her with your hard earned money between September 2001 to December 2002.
The scandal later became known as “Betsygate” – The name of his very rich, very posh wife.
This next bit would be laughable, if it wasn’t so fucking serious. After the useless cunt was kicked out of his job as party leader (Obviously a failed Scots Guard Army Officer, since he couldn’t lead a scout pack let alone an odious, bunch of corrupt nonces), Duncan Smith established the Centre for Social Justice in 2004… Yes, you read that right, The Centre for Social Justice.
This organisation is a centre-right think tank which works with small charities with the aim of finding innovative policies for tackling poverty. The Right Orrible Dickhead Smith served as the centre’s Chairman until he joined the Cabinet in May 2010, and to THIS DAY, remains its Life Patron.
He also served under Derek Laud’s good friend, Michael Howard on the Conservative Party’s ADVISORY council (CPAC), along with the philanderer, John Major (god knows how Norma fucked the boring cunt let alone anyone else) who is quick to sue if you get the name wrong of the slag he’s shagging at the time.
Other notable parliamentary giants also serving alongsideIBS
I don’t know how many more times I have to say this, but however many that may be then so be it; Your Government is meant to be scared of you, and not vice versa.
Unbelievably, Instead of being stood on the gallows, the most that these hypocritical, thieving, spoilt nonces living over in posh Lala land face from the governed, is being subjected to a rare, barely audible, grumble rumble of mass discontent every now and then.
How Cameron & Co must cack their pants… Not.
Is it any wonder that they are all photographed in the Commons, laughing their bollocks off as one or another of the pasty faced arseholes announces the latest crackpot scheme to make life that much harder for us all?
They laugh, and rightly so too, because they are being allowed to take the right fucking piss out of a Nation infested with, spineless, backward thinking, self obsessed clones, acutely lacking in the common sense that they were born with.
They know it, we know it and the clones know it. Fuck me! Keep kicking a dog and eventually it will turn round and bite you. It’s no wonder that I prefer the company of dogs. They are a lot smarter than your average British Clone. They certainly cotton on a lot fucking quicker, that’s for sure.
We’ve got Smarmy Cunt 1, David Cameron. Gatekeeper to kiddie fiddler Lala land. An unsavoury spoilt tosspot, telling you mugs time and time again how we are all in this together… Are we? Cos from where I’m fucking sitting I can’t see much evidence of those wankers cutting back on anything.
Cameron is a smug, lying cunt who publicly lambastes people who try to save themselves a few bob on the unfair, unnecessarily high tax system in operation. Meanwhile he’s having it off at our expense as well as living off the millions he inherited from his old man. And how did Cameron Snr make his fortune? By avoiding paying errrr… Tax. Smarmy Cunt.
We’ve got Smarmy Cunt 2, Nick Clegg. What the fuck does that cunt do for a living except fast track millions of pounds of your money to charities connected to his family. If I want to give to charity then I will fucking choose which one I want to give my money to. Fucking thieving dick-splash.
We’ve got Smarmy Cunt 3, Gideon Osborne. And oh boy isn’t that piss taking Mr Bean look-alike my all time favourite pet hate. Gideon, “call me George, I’m just one of the lads” is a prime advert for pro-euthanasia if I ever saw one. Once again, another spoilt imbecile who was no doubt mercilessly rogered up the arse at school – Only to find that he liked it.
Meanwhile, the snaky, puss boil thinks he’s repeatedly entitled to first class travel on a standard rail ticket… “Golly, old chap, genuine mistake on my part… Again, guffaw, guffaw”.
Fuck me, it wasn’t even a year ago that the fucking cretin was bleating that he didn’t earn enough to pay the 50 pence tax rate, “Guffaw, snicker…shhh… snicker”. Meanwhile, people who earn a lot less are now facing a 65 pence tax rate…
Now, while I can understand that not everyone is clued up on the monetary system. It doesn’t take a fucking genius to work out that he’s full of shit and taking the right fucking piss… Come here, I want to kick you again.
We’ve got smarmy cunt 4, Iain Duncan Smith. And hasn’t he just come into his own handkerchief of late. When the cunt was leader of the Tory party, you couldn’t get a word out of him. Now the big mouthed idiot don’t fucking keep quiet. Talk about a sick fucker gloating over the misery he’s causing. He is fast catching up with Giddyant Osborne on my favourite pet hate list. So let’s take a bit more of an in depth look at the bald headed soppy cunt… Not that there is fuck all wrong with being bald headed… Quite attractive actually. But I digress.
This fucking Psycho is directly responsible for a 25% rise in the suicide rate amongst the unemployed and responsible for the deaths of 100′s more, who despite being too ill to work, were never the less forced into slavery by the parasitic, sick fuck.
In fact, all of a sudden, the pampered pilchard finds he gets a hard-on by playing the role of a hard man. And thats all these sick nonces do; Play a role. They are actors, doing the bidding of the Rothschild Dynasty.
Mind you, if that fucking joke of a bloke is a fucking hard man, then Julian Clary must be in the SAS. So let’s examine the fucking hypocrite’s background, and see if he’s justified in his actions.
It would seem that after he stopped pretending to be a Soldier, the comfortably off Dickhead-Smith spent a ‘period’ of time applying for jobs. Despite, his family’s prosperity and him being in the privileged position of being able to pick and choose a job he liked doing, he must have spent quite some time deliberating on which one to go for. I say that, because the cunt spent that long choosing his career, that he found it necessary to claim UNEMPLOYMENT BENEFIT.
In 2002 the TV program ‘Newsnight’ caused Dickhead-Smith considerable embarrassment after the shows presenter, Michael Crick revealed that the fraudulent Dickhead’s CV – which had been for the past 10 years open for inspection in the authoritative annual Dod’s Parliamentary Companion – was in fact a tissue of lies.
Dickhead-Smith’s non existent Degrees, attained while attending the prestigious University of Perugia, were in fact as fake as his hard man act. In reality, the lying cunt actually attended the University for Foreigners Perugia in Italy, – very la-di-da -which at that time, did not grant degrees.
If that wasn’t bad enough to warrant Dickhead Smith getting his Dickhead kicked in, Michael Crick (who is he, I like him?) revealed in 2003, more embarrassing evidence that the robbing Toerag – who at the time was the Tory Party Leader – had been making dubious salary claims for his wife, that were paid to her with your hard earned money between September 2001 to December 2002.
The scandal later became known as “Betsygate” – The name of his very rich, very posh wife.
This next bit would be laughable, if it wasn’t so fucking serious. After the useless cunt was kicked out of his job as party leader (Obviously a failed Scots Guard Army Officer, since he couldn’t lead a scout pack let alone an odious, bunch of corrupt nonces), Duncan Smith established the Centre for Social Justice in 2004… Yes, you read that right, The Centre for Social Justice.
This organisation is a centre-right think tank which works with small charities with the aim of finding innovative policies for tackling poverty. The Right Orrible Dickhead Smith served as the centre’s Chairman until he joined the Cabinet in May 2010, and to THIS DAY, remains its Life Patron.
He also served under Derek Laud’s good friend, Michael Howard on the Conservative Party’s ADVISORY council (CPAC), along with the philanderer, John Major (god knows how Norma fucked the boring cunt let alone anyone else) who is quick to sue if you get the name wrong of the slag he’s shagging at the time.
Other notable parliamentary giants also serving alongside
IDS on the CPAC were odious pond-life such as the fella who condemned Children in Care to years more horrific child abuse, the closet queen William Hague – a posh twat who despite never doing a day’s work in his life is intent on getting us all nuked – and Derek Lauds, partner in crime Ian Greer’s good friend, Kenneth ‘i will sue, i fucking will, you just watch me sue your lazy no good arse’ Clarke, a man who is fond of touching 15 year old boys penis’s.
Dickhead-Smith is married to the 5th Baron Cottesloe’s daughter, Elizabeth “Betsy” Fremantle. They have four children for whom each of which the honourable hypocrite claimed child benefit. And, while claiming that BENEFIT, the useless, good for fuck all, piss taking laughable ‘hard-man’ was in the privileged position of being able to sponge off his very rich Pater in Law.
A fact of which, the tight arsed fuck wit takes full advantage of by living in a ‘rented’ home on his Aristocrat Father in laws, rather large Freemantle Estate in Swanbourne, Buckinghamshire…. You are excused from being kicked; let me kick that snivelling, odious prick instead.
Please, please wake up people, I’m wearing my fingers to the bone here.
Until the next time,
Much love,
Chris.
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