My animus has been thwarted yet again. Admittedly I'm not on the verge of destitution, or even fearful of the unlikely prospect of mild deprivation, but I am irked, annoyed, and of a mind to detach a leg from one of my occasional tables and insert it forcefully up the nearest bankers rectum.
Assets apparently have no value, and consequently cannot be lent against. This is a worry, as if nothing is worth fuck all we are all comprehensively fucked.
Fucking fuckity muppets the lot of them, the shower of useless bastards.
I think I'll go for a bit of a lie down.
Yo, ho, ho, and remember to avoid Mr Micawber.
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Is it the end of days yet?
You see, this government's logic means that if you've been a twat and bought a house you can't afford and lived off credit cards and loans for the past 11 years, you'll get your mortgage paid for anyway... from the tax revenue of people who have worked and saved and been sensible. Some of them don't even own their own home! That's right. The taxes from my council house-dwelling parents' pensions are going to fund the mortgages of reckless wankers who don't deserve to live in anything better than a soggy cardboard box.
I love Gordon Brown.
Not yet, and it won't be until I get my hands on a taser.
I hope you realise my taxes are contributing towards your pension. Think on.
Yes, I know, but so are mine and I contribute too... through tax payers' money.
Oh I feel so guilty, I should resign and live off the state.
You could be a lesbo Sharon Matthews.
Who needs the X Factor.
We could all go on Big Brother and hope the end of days is over by the time we get out?
I could be Karen Matthews, but I wouldn't fancy the idea of having to have all those children. It'd mean having sex with dirty men and I really don't think I could cope with that. Then again, I could probably steal a few children from scumbag woman who have about ten each, they wouldn't notice the odd one going missing.
Eloquently put. I concur with your feelings about bankers.
The cost of living has gone up another dollar a quart.
--W.C. Fields
I re-read the post in a W.C. Fields voice.
I will now see you as the W.C. Fields of the internet.
"Bankers - pillars of society who are going to hell if there is a God and He has been accurately quoted."
So said John Ralston Saul, nice Canadian gent who is married to the Governor General before the current one.
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