Saturday 1 May 2010

WHAT THE PAPERS SAY. IT'S THE GUARDIAN WOT WON IT.

RAG DESERTS SINKING SHIP..... and so on.
ARSEBRIDGER OF THE GUARDIAN
THIS NEWSPAPER DOES NOT ENDORSE POLITICAL PARTIES.
VOTE TORY.

Half-million pounds a year spokesman of the poor, the vulnerable, the crippled  and the defenceless  French chateau owner, Alan Arsebridger, languid and erudite editor of the Guardian, has written a stirring  editorial urging his readers to vote for Cleggie.

This was courageous of Arsey, what with the election being six days away; still, better to jump ship at the last minute, than not at all. That Arsey's instructions, if followed,  will put Cameron, Osborne, Spit-Gove and  Hague in charge, to tear down the welfare state, throw millions on the dole and generally punish the nation for the the failures of their chums, the bankers, is a thought too far for   Alan; they're not the brightest of people at the Guardian, the writers or the readers.

In over a thousand comments on the piece, approval is running at a rate of a hundred to one, skymadeupnewsandfilth having taken over the conduct of the election.

TDG has left a new comment on your post "THE DAILY MILLIONAIRES.":

Locate power where you will, but without a slave there is no master and without a master no slave. The broadcasters and their audience are bootstrapped into one. Viewing figures reign supreme here - is this not pure dictatorship by the proletariat? It has never been easier to escape any one media channel, yet the fuckers can't wait to lap it up.



3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Remember Maggie? Unemployment is a price worth paying. Of course it providing your not going to be one of them and the next time you see an MP on the dole after losing their seat will be the first.

Dick the Prick said...

I dunno. I'm done now bar the voting and well, fuck it. I had to deal with my fury somehow and it was either through significant amounts of booze and drugs or work for the Tories. My first anniversary today - a fucking year of irrelevant shit culminating in a fucking shambles of a council meeting on Wednesday night and the plebian pantomime that will be Thursday.

I dunno - can't get rid of politics but then again wtf is it for? Should get a proper job I suppose, flirt with office girls, worry about lunch and fiddle the timesheet. Ah, fuck it all.

mongoose said...

It doesn't matter who you vote for, Mr DTP, they being cheeks of the same arse, as Mr Ishmael noted a while back. And anyway the IMF is going to be in charge in a fortnight.