Miserable Old Bastard

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Showing posts with label fat bastards. Show all posts

What Our Troops SHOULD Have Had. And What Our MPs Got

From the Telegraph:

£11,510,792 – total cost of second homes allowance claimed by MPs in 2007-08. Would pay for 38 Ridgeback armoured vehicles, costing £300,000 each

£25,411 – cost of private security patrols outside Soho home of Barbara Follett. Could have been spent on 13 pairs of ITTT night vision goggles at £1,900 each

£22,500 – dry rot treatment Margaret Moran claimed for home 100 miles from constituency. Would have bought 10 underslung grenade launchers worth £2,160 each

£9,000 – installation of Ikea kitchen at Gordon Brown’s Westminster flat. The same price as nine sets of £1,000 Osprey full body armour

£8,865 – price of 40in Bang & Olufsen television claimed for by Sir Gerald Kaufman. Could have been spent on four SA80 A2 rifles at £1,800 each

£2,225 – amount claimed on a 'corner group’ sofa by Bob Ainsworth. Would have bought 14 Hawke long-range binoculars, which cost £150 a pair

£2,115 – amount claimed by Douglas Hogg to clear the moat at his country home. More than the cost of a single £1,790 MINIMI machine gun

£1,645 – cost of 'Stockholm’ floating duck house bought by Sir Peter Viggers. Could have bought 23 pairs of ESS ballistic sunglasses

£598 – servicing of ride-on lawnmower claimed by Alan Duncan. Would have paid for 11 Mk 6 Kevlar helmets

£480 – amount spent on 22 silk cushions by Keith Vaz. Could have been spent on three pairs of LOWA Desert combat boots

Enough to make you totally and utterly fucking sick in the mouth, isn't it! And now the useless pant pissing wankers are making noises about "dealing with Iran" (i.e "sanctions" - H.T. Leg Iron). Just fucking leave it Labour, you couldn't win a fucking tombola!

How to Be a Socialist


How to be a socialist in 2009 without actually ending up piss poor and starving to death.

A union baron and his cronies tucked into a banquet costing about £100 a head after calling for a crackdown on the super-rich at the TUC annual conference.

Derek Simpson, leader of the giant Unite union, and his colleagues enjoyed a lavish dinner that included veal, venison and Cumbrian beef at one of Liverpool’s top restaurants.

The party of ten, who took the best table in the restaurant in the city’s gentrified Hope Street quarter, started with cocktails before washing down their meal with wines costing up to £40.

Mr Simpson himself quaffed a fine red. Earlier in the week, Mr Simpson, 64, a well-known critic of ‘fat-cat spivs’ and bankers’ bonuses – despite himself earning about £100,000 a year – led calls at the TUC rally for new help for hard-pressed working families.

He said: ‘Over the years, working families have funded tax concessions for big business and the super-rich. Now it’s payback time.’

He's a cunt. And while Unite pays all his expenses for him, such as £400-a-night and £220-a-night hotel rooms, I shouldn't think "taxing the rich" is likely to bother him all that much. But then again, if he's as for the working classes as that snot gobbling, pant pissing, unelected, one eyed, pill popping, insane cunt of a Prime Minister is, it won't be the super rich that suffer as he says.

Is it Just Me, Or..?

A typical British disabled parker.

Do there seem to be a hell of a lot more "disabled parkers" these days?

On my travels about the town centre this morning I noticed that about 1 in every 15 cars seemed to have a disabled sticker in the fucking window. They get thrown about like fucking confetti and I think I know why.

Either the NHS isn't all it's cracked up to be or somebody is lying.

Having seven fucking bellies propping up your fatty tits does not make you disabled! It makes you a FAT BASTARD!!

The government is contantly pretending to "crack down" on obesity. But on the other hand they totally reward it by handing out disabled stickers to people who are so fucking fat they can't walk 10 yards without those horrible smelly sweat patches spreading from their underarms down.

And besides, isn't this the same government that keeps telling us all to start spending? These thieving part time minke whales will simply spend the money they save on parking permits on fucking food.

You see, the government simply knows that if you don't want someone to do something, you pay them for fucking doing it! Still, once the fatties have all died off, there are still smokers, drinkers and people with freckles for them to pick on.

My answer to it all is to simply let people get fucking fat. But let them live with the fucking consequences too. Stop paying them to eat!

I'm going to get fucking fat as fuck. The government are seemingly offering me every incentive.