It would a churlish and infantile person who gloated at the misfortune of George Osbourne and his plans for paup-death across the feral classes. The second defeat in the House of Lords of his controversial plans to cut tax credits to the working poor must be a personal and professional set-back to the elected Chancellor and a step backwards for a political party with a majority vote, and it would be unseemly to gloat on their tribulations. But fuck them, the paup killing shitbags – they deserve every hob nailed boot which gets aimed at their cancerous old knackers. They’re like bloody merecats, peering about, looking a bit confused, and completely oblivious to the wider world around them. Even the rank and file of their own troops found the concept of knacker-stamping on the neediest in society one step too far down the route of social cleansing. On the other hand they probably calculated there were a lot of middle class votes in it, and acted accordingly to save their own arses from the chop. You never can tell with politicians – they’re such a greedy bunch of self serving cock heads it’s hard to judge whether their actions are for the greater good or their own financial and political interests.
Still, whatever the motivation behind it, at least that scabrous lump of malodorous effluence got the V’s flicked right in his witless, befuddled face. As is traditional for a Tory boy who doesn’t get his own way Osborne has now taken to throwing his toys out of the pram and whining that he wished he was adopted because the House of Lords won’t give him his cake. The Tory party, being the shitty bags of bile filled homunculi they are, have decided they’re going to take a look at how the House of Lords handle ‘constitutional issues’ (meaning anything the Tories want to push through which gets defeated), which will probably end up with Field Marshall Oberleutnant David Von Cuntbollocks driving a tank into Westminster and taking out the coffin dodgers with a few aimed salvos.
They got fucked trying to off a few more paups, and for that the democratic process should be applauded. However, Osborne, being the sort of person who ate the silver spoon that fed him and then used it to shit on a disabled begger, is still adamant that – despite the fact that people are going to die because he is a massive, festering cunt with a deranged and swivel eyed policy that’s the worrying side of social eugenics – he is still going to plough on with making sure we return to a pre-Dickins England, where gutter snipes doff their caps while fops and beaus cast shiny coins at street urchins. He lives in a deranged fantasy land where he is King Cock and everyone else are his servant pubes, with the working poor being the crabs he aims to scratch out of his hairy bollock jungle. Hopefully the concerted efforts of right minded folk will see that his policies are run over repeatedly by a steamroller, followed by him, the evil cunt.
An Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman all walked into a pub. Then they kicked the living shit out of George Osborne, as he is a massive cunt intent on nothing less than the rise of a new empire of Tory Lebensraum, where the poor live in caves and fight each other on motorbikes for oil.
Sad to say that Cunt Corner is a bit shit today. Where once it would have been gambolling through the fields, flinging turds at migrants and Corbyn, it has now been reduced to a quivery mass of pulchritudinous toss, wanking on about dodgy Arabs and hospital parking.
To be fair the Scum and The Mule have their usual racist pop at them foreign lot with some more anti-migrant wank bollocks, but it’s frankly poor considering how vehemently pro-Nazi they’ve been over the last few months. The Star think they’re back in the eighties with some ‘bloody Arabs’ piece of wank, and The Scum toddle out some piss poor shite about some cunt boss with a cunt numberplate being a cunt.
The big story is obviously Osborne getting a fucking good kicking from the Lords, but they’ve chosen to ignore that and shove up a load of old shit about bacon and sausages and some such crap. Ideal distraction technique. Rather than admit the party they’ve been sucking off over the last few months are so vile and cancerous that even the posh nobs in the House of Lords think they’re a bunch of cunts, they’ve decided to try and convince us some shit with bacon is the main topic of news for the day. The Star, Express and Sun have gone with the bacon/sausage angle, with only The Mail wanking on about something else, although not the Tory defeat.
We’re lucky to have this sort of press in the UK. Instead of one Pravda/Der Sturmer, we’ve got four of the fuckers, all clamouring for a taste of Cameron’s winnits to show the Tory scum in charge what good lapdogs they’ve been. Who says the British press are a bunch of spineless cunts? Well, me for a start.