Showing posts with label Idiots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Idiots. Show all posts

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Idiots And Politicians

They say you get the government you deserve, and Labour in power from 1997 to 2010 proves the high proportion of idiots living, and sadly voting, in the UK. Admittedly the current shower of pillocks in government aren't much better but let's face it, you'd have to try hard to be worse than the Blair/Brown axis.

Today the idiots have been out in force panic buying fuel to the extent that I spent 20 minutes stuck in a jam caused by queues at a filling station. When I eventually passed the filling station there was a sign saying they had run out of diesel. For God's sake get a grip people!

Then I heard a prize moron on the Jeremy Vine phone-in on BBC Radio2. He had filled up his tank proudly proclaiming he did so few miles it would last him 'til June, he then boasted of filling a five litre jerry can for his lawn mower. Well, his life really depends on fuel doesn't it? My wife has a 150 mile round trip at least three times a week to visit her sick mother in hospital, but of course to a prat who does 10 miles a week and likes to cut his grass that's not important. Of course his needs are far greater than hers or the doctors, nurses, bobbies, power workers and others who really do need to get to work.

Then there were muppets blaming the government for the situation. Yes Maude is an idiot in an idiot government. But his remarks yesterday, that were admittedly stupid, were in response to a socialist idiot called Len McCluskey who leads an idiot union called UNITE. Comrade McCluskey wants to put the greed of a thousand tanker drivers before the needs of the whole country. They have contrived support for a strike. You don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to find out who really is the guilty party. Funny how people never believe what a politician says, but one of the clowns says "fill your tank" and in true Pavlovian fashion off they go to get fuel.

Then you have Labour clowns and their supporters whining about VAT on hot takeaway food. Socialists complaining about a tax rise! It would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic. Labour who sold our gold reserves, plundered our pensions, borrowed more and more until they left us almost bankrupt, and all they can do is whinge about pasties.

In 1997 Labour inherited a budget that was in balance. Then Gordon Brown went on a huge and irresponsible spending spree. By the end of 2009-10 we were in debt to the tune of £171 billion!

So remember that when you're whining about your pasty while queuing for fuel you don't really need, and get a sense of proportion. Even as one who loathes this government I have to admit that a debt of £171 billion trumps 20p on a pasty in anybody's language.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Idiots and Nitwits!

This country looks increasingly beyond help. It is full of nobheads and titheads. Yet again Jeremy Clarkson is being used as a scapegoat.

It seems that Clarkson overturned a Reliant Robin a couple of times on Top Gear. Then some bloke had his Reliant Robin turned over a couple of times on his driveway. Immediately the bloke is in the press blaming Clarkson for his beloved three wheeler being turned over. Bollocks!!

Did Clarkson turn the three wheeler over? An easy thing to do by the way. No he didn't. Did Clarkson tell them to do it? To the best of my knowledge, no he didn't. Blame the jokers who did it, not poor old Clarkson.

What next? If I go out and slaughter a load of old people do I expect Harold Shipman to be blamed because I saw a programme about his activities? Do I blame watching The Sweeney for robbing a bank or kicking a villain in the nuts? No, course not, and Clarkson isn't to blame for a gang of jokers turning over a Reliant Robin.

Then I heard a complete prick on Radio 2 blaming us, the populace, for the latest tour company going bust. Obvious really, if we didn't want cheap holidays they wouldn't cut costs and end up broke. Twisted sodding logic that.

So if enough of us demand cheap Rolls Royces will they cut the prices, then a bit more, then a bit more until they go bust. No you dickhead, they won't. Instead we buy Reliant Robins. If you can't afford a month on Mustique you go to sodding Pontins in Filey for a week.

I'm sure a high proportioon of people in this country have their brains surgically removed at birth.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Britain is Finished

I've been away on a course for most of this week and it has felt a bit like living in a bubble, or a parallel universe. But sometimes the real world comes crashing in like a nightmare.

Another participant on the course told us the tale of his 18 year old niece on election day, May 6th. He saw her in the evening and she was really angry about the cock up at her polling station. He assumed they had run out of ballot papers or something, as had begun being reported from elsewhere. But no, she was angry and had refused to vote because Nick Clegg, who she had liked in the TV debates, had been left off her ballot paper.

Like other participants I wondered what the had happened to our education system. Maybe, if I had children of school age, I would have to send them to private schools. I've never rated the compreensive system and this just proved my point, yet again.

Then I came blinking back into the daylight of the real world and lo, our glorious leader, Eton and Oxford educated, had opened his mouth and proved himself to be as thick as the girl above. We were junior partners to the Yanks in 1940? God help us.

So my conclusion is that if I had children of school age I would have emigrated by now. In fact with a useless prat like Cameron in charge, and a colourless gimp like Nick Clegg as Deputy Prime Minister, emigration is probably adviseable anyway.

Saturday, January 02, 2010

Idiots of 2009

Councillor Martin Mullaney of Birmingham City Council is one of the great idiots of 2009.

He defended Birmingham's decision to scrap apostrophes from street signs, claiming that it was justified because the monarchy no longer owns King's Heath or King's Norton.

A more realistic explanation is that idiots like Councillor Mullaney probably don't understand the use of apostrophes, and are too bone idle to find out.