IDIOT CHANCELLOR DECLARES WAR ON ARITHMETIC.
I WILL MAKE THESE NUMBERS ADD-UP, DECLARES RICH MORON,
EVEN THOUGH THEY DON'T.
TWO TIMES TWO IS SEVEN, THREE TIMES SEVEN IS EIGHTY-ONE,
EIGHTY-ONE TAKE AWAY SEVEN IS TWENTY THREE.
Conference, blah blah blah, I am wonderful, clap me, please; blah blah blah, David is wonderful, clap me, please; blah blah blah and the ToiletCreepers, they're wonderful too, more claps 4me.
It's quite simple. And fair, too, said the pasty-faced, trust-funded wanker to an audience of redneck lunatic imbeciles who would have cheered a Shetland Pony had it addressed them from the stage; it's quite simple, if you earn forty-five grand you lose the child allowance thingy, but if there's two of you, and you earn eighty grand, you keep it. There, Simple. And Fair. Do the math.