Thursday, February 21, 2008
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An off topic Government initiative, heard on the BBC.
Lie in bed scratch arse this morning and on come fucking Government Today programme with young parent John Farmer and twittering Jock literati, Toilets McNaughtie. Some fucking guttural, gabshite Scotch MP for a Labour-tyrannised shithole constituency, full of battered wife; drunken, illiterate, cross-dressing sectarian thug and fried Mars Bar outlets says Drink Is Too Cheap, The Noo.
Nigel Griffiths, Tartan Cocksucker Pursuivant to the Great Visionary, says that ye cannae have they weans getting all this cheap booze cos it leads them into the ways o’ the Divil instead of into soul-destroying minimum wage slavery or, as the GV would say, active participation in the great British democratic, Eye Dee carded, shoot on site, tap-your-fucking-phones, no more wogs here only rich ones, hospital death camp, pension-free, underwater, plague-ridden, up to your arse in debt, ponced-upon, plague-ridden, bankrupted society. Aye, it’ll be under-age drinking that’s fucking everything up. Down with AlcoPops.
Tommy getting his unprotected arse shot off, foreign gangsters running the banks, everyone’s pension down the fucking toilet, yes, Stanislav blame cheap lager for all this shit. Blame anybody but fucking government of useless thieving lying bastards like Griffiths, never done a days fucking work, good for fuck all tossers shitting in taxpayer face. Horrible gang of repulsive ugly misfits, crones and hags, Ainsworth, Blears, Flint, Schmidt, Millibuggers, Ballses; Christ have Mercy, such nightmare persons, such greedy grotesquery; contemptible, utterly unprincipled, utterly incompetent and the whole rotten, cankered ship of fools rudely captained by the brooding, bullying, menacing and thoroughly unwholesome NappyNancy living in a world of snot-eating, nail-biting, father-dominated, delusion and fantasy and paranoia. Yes, you are right; put up the price of Kestrel.
This idiot-cunt, Griffiths, claims that Tesco is subsidising the cheap lager, that it’s a loss leader, as though, under freemarketeers NewLabour, retailers should not do such things. What a prick, in order for his idol - the lost leader - to stand up and bluster about growth people have to sell stuff and as long as TESCO keep to the licensing regulations - and they do, far more so than your average whoreson publican - is none of his fucking business what they charge.
On the subject, though, of subsidised drinking being harmful, the hideously unprepossessing, spluttering gabshite Griffiths will, of course, undertake not to drink in any of the Commons’ many subsidised bars, so dutifully provided by the shit-spattered taxpayer. When Commons groupie, bon vivant, raconteur, moralist and homme des letttres, Mr Jerry Hayes, invites Griffiths, winningly, for a G&T or when the drunken, red-faced ginger bore Jock Kennedy in his short-back-and-sides haircut offers a cheap Highland malt, Griffiths will, of course, decline. Or at least offer to pay the proper price.
Out here in radio land, listening to this shit, Stanislav wondered why in no other place of public sector employment but the house of commons can employees not only do their work pissed out of what they are pleased to call their minds, but actually get their poison bought for them by those in whose faces they are shitting, those whom they reprove and admonish and chide and hector and bully and steal from, Mr & Mrs Speaker.
Never ye mind under-age drinking, Griffiths, get your tongue frae the prime minister’s arsehole and hie ye hence to the BBC and tell the electorate exactly why legislating for the nation, raising taxes, starting illegal wars and stuff, is such a trivial matter that you fucking bastards can do it - at my expense - pissed oot o yer wee minds, shouting and bawling and brawling like the horrible pisshead turd Jock Reid; why is it that you can carry on, day after day, like you were at a Glasgow wedding? Never mind a few drunk teenagers, they’re not the problem, you are, you fucking miserable nit-picking, cheeseparing, hairsplitting, idle, thieving, racist, warmongering, despicable fucking hypocrite. Go on Griffiths you phony prick, go on the BBC and tell us why you should get pissed on the job and have subsidised booze - as well as all your other scams and deceptions - but Joe Public should not even enjoy a bit of a loss leader down the supermarket. Cunt.