Today’s shite rags have pulled out more fucking stops than an over zealous Lollipop Lady at this crucial point in the election campaign.
It’s almost like the right wing media barons have lost their balls, which is strange considering the main culprit is a fucking giant one. That shit Sid James impersonator and muck spreading thunder cunt, along with all the other shower of shite, penny clutching, wealth hoarders are coming across a tad desperate as the realisation sets in that this unelectable leader might just get elected.
And so, like a poster campaign for Britain’s most wanted man, the front pages of the gutter press feature Corbyn as a fucking cartoon Bond villain.
If this guy really is such a fucking threat to national security, if he really does spend all of his time free time making jam and fraternising with ISIS, then why is he an MP? Shouldn’t he be on a fucking watch list?
Not that that would make any difference, all the people who carry out terror attacks in the UK are on fucking Come Dine with Me the week before.
Gary Schitpeg, from Wolverhampton, has always voted Labour in every General Election for as far back as he can remember.
He said; “I’ve always voted Labour in general election for as far back as I can remember.”
As far as Gary was concerned, his mind was well and truly made up for election day. He’d studied every manifesto but was seduced by Labour’s kinder, fairer politics and their stance on social and security issues.
Buy then he had a change of heart;
“My father voted Labour, his father voted Labour and his father didn’t vote. I was adamant that I was going to vote Labour but then I saw Colin’s Conservative sign in his bedroom window. His house faces mine. It’s dead pretty isn’t it. Like a Union Jack tree.”
I’ve selfishly used this platform to sway your opinion like a fucking unsuccessful Rupert Murdoch from a parallel universe, hell bent on fairness, but fuck it, here’s a chance for real change.
If you’re poor, vote Labour. If you’re rich and give a shit about people, vote Labour.
Yes Corbyn has spent most of his time as leader looking like a man who’s not sure if he’s left the oven on, and has surrounded himself with people who either want to stab him in the back, or are really into homeopathy and hugs, but face it. He cares. There’s no escaping that.
He’s visibly enjoyed this campaign. He’s stepped up and he’s relished every second like a young Boris smashing up a restaurant. Answers not soundbites, passion not avoidance. He even made Paxman look like a fucking thug.
Don’t vote for him though. Vote for Labour. Vote for fairness. Vote for actual change. A different political system that helps you and not the establishment.
I’m preaching to the converted here I know, but how could anyone vote for the Conservatives on their horrendous, misery causing, suicide inducing record?
That’s right young’uns. You all did a tremendous job of clicking that fucking link by the way. Well done you. It must’ve been really hard not looking at porn or Insta for two fucking minutes.
Now, I’m sorry to break it to you but that was just step 1. You have not yet actually voted. Oi! Don’t you dare press that fucking back button you ignorant cunt, this is important!
Next you actually have to get up. That’s right, it might even be raining! Why not make it fun and chase fucking Pokemon or something on the way? Make a day of it.
You’ll know where to go because it will tell on the polling card that you still have, because some cunt with a Jesus complex thankfully didn’t tell you to rip it up this time.
Now. Be careful. It’s going to be like night of the living dead out there. For every one of you there’s 100,000 pensioners who will get up at 5am just to re-read their fucking favourite manifesto. They will also be armed with brollies.
Do not fear these elderly people! They’re just like your granny but not dead, because they have private pensions and didn’t fucking freeze to death last winter.
Now, this is the really important bit. Put that fucking ‘X’ wherever the fuck you like, as long it’s not next to a Conservative candidates name.
That way, in 40 years time, when your grandson has finished doing his compulsory morning exercises in front of your May-Cam, and asks what human rights were. You can tell him all about them, look at him proudly from your teary burning eyes, and let him know that you did your bit in trying to keep them.
It doesn’t have to be like this. Vote.
Of course it fucking is, have you been out there lately? It’s fucking scary. The silent tories are getting all brave now with their little ‘I’m a cunt’ Conservative profile pictures.
I thought I was reading The fucking Daily Mail for ten minutes this morning, until I realised that some lobotomised dog whistle answerer, had condensed 7 years worth of propaganda into a 4 paragraph fucking advert for masochism and self loathing.
You know, the kind of thing that after de-bullshitting and soundbiting translates to something like this,
“Theresa May is going to look after us against all the terrorists. How can someone who loves terrorists do that? Labour can’t be trusted with the economy as they single handedly caused the 2008 global financial crises. We don’t deserve nice things like free education, an NHS and basic human rights because the the Conservatives have to sort out this mess what Labour done. People earning 5x what I do shouldn’t have to pay anymore tax because they have worked really hard for it. Why should we look after people worse off than us?”
It’s fucking terrifying how well the propaganda works. It’s like Chinese water torture, only the drips are a mixture of tears of the disabled and Rupert Murdoch’s piss.
So I’ll stay here in my cosy echo chamber, surrounded by my fellow yogurt knitters, equally as deluded as me, living in hope that we’ll wake up on Friday to a slightly more humane society.
Sadly there’s more chance of Diane Abbot talking for 10 minutes without fucking up.
Yeah, she came out of her latest TV appearance seemingly oblivious to the fucking train wreck she’d just climbed out of.
Is she a fucking tory mole? If so she deserves an Oscar for that portrayal of a walking shambles.
Stop fucking talking. You’ve been told to stay at home so do a fucking dot to dot or paint by numbers or something. You’re not going to impress Jezza by going on TV and trying to blag it. This isn’t an interview for fucking McDonald’s.
You’re potentially going to be home secretary for fuck sake. Do you know how scary that thought is to most people? It’s more frightening than checking your bank balance 4 days before payday.
I mean, you could be dangerous. You could fuck up massively by say, sacking 20,000 police officers. OK, that was harsh, even you’re not that fucking dumb.
Just keep quiet and do as you’re told, because at the moment you’re doing more damage than that fucking personified bollock Murdoch.
Jeremy. Grow a pair of bollocks man and let the public know that Abbot won’t be your home secretary. You’d fare better in the polls and let’s face it, this isn’t for her. Put in charge of something shit like arts and culture or something.
“The fucking woman walking around Asda in a onesie and slippers at tea time, shouting “Shut the fuck up!” at her three screaming kids; Keanu, Shaniqua and fucking Beyonce.”
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to turn into a fucking Channel 5 ‘documentary’, slating everyone who claims benefits. You have to admit that there’s a scum class though.
Three generations of lazy bastards who start sweating just thinking about working the fucking Sky remote. It’s a tiny percentage but still, they exist.
You know the type. The fucking woman walking around Asda in a onesie and slippers at tea time, shouting “Shut the fuck up!” at her three screaming kids; Keanu, Shaniqua and fucking Beyonce.
They fucking hate immigrants don’t they? Because the cheeky bastards come over here and steal all the jobs that they didn’t apply for.
They’re all there on the English Defense League marches, rallying against ‘them muslamics’ with arms like toilet walls before getting pissed, jumping in an Asian taxi then buying a fucking curry on the way home.
No one is stealing a job from you, if you think a CV is a fucking sexually transmitted infection you dumb cunt.
Yes, Theresa May has cut more coppers than any terrorist, but you can’t fault the response of our emergency services after these horrific events, irrespective of how thin on the ground they are.
And in the wake of tragedy, as the country rubs it’s eyes in disbelief once more, after turning on the tele, Barry, who works on the fish counter at Morrisons, is recording a video on his iPhone to later share on Facebook, with all the fucking answers.
The video will obviously prove invaluable to the cabinet office, the police and fucking MI5, who’ve been toiling through the night looking for resolutions.
They hadn’t considered Barry’s pearls of wisdom like putting ‘boots on the ground’, ‘giving every officer a gun’ and employing a fucking ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ policy.
Yeah, our Barry, the fucking genius that he his, wants martial law with psychopaths, because that will really stop a fucking a transit van carrying three pricks with kitchen knives won’t it?
People like Barry need to shut the fuck up. There isn’t an easy fix for this shite. We can’t just turn it fucking off and on again.
Not content with making the country more defenseless than a Miss World contestant being judged by fucking Donald Trump, robbing your granny’s house, maiming small animals and letting your children smell some fucking corn flakes for breakfast.
The Selfservatives have also backed The Naylor Report, which suggests that in order to help the NHS, the government must sell off its assets, in a fucking Safe Style UK buy 2 get 1 free frenzy.
They don’t even hide this shit anymore. The Cuntservatives are more short sighted than fucking Micheal Gove’s missus.
It’s all about what can we do to raise funds now? Like a fucking smack head scouring his flat for shit to sell cheap to Cash Generator, then ripping out his gas fire in the middle of winter to flog for a fucking £10 wrap.
They’re either supremely fucking ignorant or they they can’t be arsed dealing with the cluster fuck that will be Brexit.
You won’t fucking win, how can you? Waging holy war with a country full of people who begrudge going to church for a fucking christening, is like a butcher starting a price war on sausages with a vegan greengrocer. It’s fucking madness.
Thousands of people are out in Manchester tonight in spite of yesterday’s attack. Men, woman and children singing, dancing, smiling. Happy and free. A little bruised and battered yes, but united and happy. It’s the biggest FUCK YOU they can send.
That’s the thing about progress, it keeps moving forward. You’re not selling your utopian dream of sending us all back to the dark ages very well. Where’s the incentive? There’s not even a fucking £5 music voucher on offer! Oh yeah, there is no music, I forgot.
Listen. We’d take these attacks daily rather than succumb to your warped ideology. You could kill everyone in Manchester, and Liverpool would have a fucking concert instead.