Snouts in the Trough

The man’s arrogance is almost unbelievable. Brown has started his election campaign claiming he will ‘fight for Britain’. Isn’t this the same Gordon Brown who prevented us having the promised referendum on the Lisbon Treaty which handed over control of Britain to the French and Germans who decide all EU policy? Isn’t this the same Gordon Brown who was so embarrassed by his Lisbon Treaty sell-out that he wouldn’t allow himself to be photographed with the other EU leaders at the signing ceremony?

Brown lied about the economy while bankrupting Britain; he lied about our troops being given proper equipment and sufficient helicopters; he lied when he promised ‘British jobs for British workers’ while allowing almost uncontrolled immigration; he lied when he said he would clean up MPs’ expenses; he lied when he said he would reduce bureaucracy in the NHS to give more money to frontline services… I could go on, but won’t. Gordon Brown is a liar. For ten years he’s given us a stream of lies. You are a liar Gordon Brown – sue me if you can!

In spite of all the hot air emitted from various orifices by global warming fashionistas like George Monbiot and his warmist fellow-travellers, 2009 gave us the wettest summer and coldest winter for 20-30 years. Still, no doubt once the Met Office and the ‘University’ of East Anglia have massaged the figures, they’ll claim that 2009 was the warmest year on record and the politically-correct BBC will faithfully keep on pumping out warming stories as we all sit freezing in our homes.

According to recent articles in the Sunday Times and the Telegraph, it’s certain that David Cameron will move into Number 10 after the next election. But how can they be so sure? Cameron stands for nothing. Osborne is damaged goods and clearly out of his aristocratic depth. The rest of the Tory frontbenchers are mediocre nobodies.

Meanwhile on the Labour side, Lady Mandelson has more intelligence, cunning and venom in his little finger than the whole Tory Party put together. If I were you, I’d sell pounds now and start planning to leave Brown’s bankrupt Britain as the election outcome is far from a foregone conclusion.

While the Guardianistas howl and wail about the removal of a convicted drug-smuggler from this earth, there might be some people who could admire the Chinese government for being ‘tough on crime, tough on the causers of crime’ while our government is ’soft on crime, tough on the victims of crime’.

The increasingly pointless Church of England reached a new low this week when some dopey minister claimed that it was ok for people on benefits to shoplift. Perhaps this useless dullard wasn’t aware that Britain has the highest rate of people on disability benefits in the world – there is absolutely nothing wrong with at least half the 2.5m people claiming disability. As for unemployment benefits – of course there are many genuine claimants. But every day at my local Jobcentre Plus there is a long line of expensive cars – Jaguars, Range Rovers, Toyota Sports etc (cars I as a taxpayer could never afford) – parked on the double yellow lines with their engines runnng and their drivers waiting while a member of their family was inside filling up with taxpayers’ money.

Perhaps the Church of England should preach ‘thou shalt not defraud the benefits system’ rather than ‘thou shalt steal from shops’.

The ‘financial advisor’ at my bank tried to convince me to put some money into ISAs last week. He made great play of the 20% tax savings I would make from an ISA. So I asked why the interest rates on ISAs are at least 30% lower than the interest paid on normal one- or two-year savings, resulting in the supposed ‘tax savings’ being more than wiped out by the low ISA interest rates giving the banks an obscenely healthy profit at savers’ expense.

The financial advisor laughed and admitted that ISAs were a complete rip-off, but that most of the bank’s customers were too stupid to realise this.

As we all shiver in the unusually cold weather, we should be giving thanks to our great leader Gordon Brown. Once he has handed over billions of pounds of our money to corrupt dictators in Third World countries, Global Warming will stop and we weather will cool down again. Nice one, Gordon.

More unnecessary deaths in the pointless Afghanistan war and bumbling Bob Ainsworth says these losses will ’stiffen his resolve’. Which resolve is that, Bob? The resolve to claim even more on your expenses to furnish your homes before you get thrown out at the next election?

The self-indulgent, self-important, self-pitying waste of skin Prince Charles has jetted off to Copenhagen to tell us all how appalling we all are by causing excessive CO2 emissions. This arrogant, self-obsessed fool should look at his own profligate lifestyle and the carbon footprint of his own bloated household before lecturing the rest of us.

It is worrying to think that this piece of rubbish might become king one day. But then if a congenital liar and sociopath like Gordon Brown can become PM, it seems any garbage can rise to the top of British society nowadays.

It seems to be unseasonably cold in Copenhagen at the moment. Perhaps some of the global warming fanatics may even get snowed in and miss their flights home. Then it would be interesting to see how they explain that cooler temperatures are due to ‘global warming’.

Meanwhile, we find out that both the University/Polytechnic of East Anglia and the Met Office (who promised us a barbecue summer) have both been caught fiddling the figures in true New Labour style to justify getting plenty more of our money to continue their ‘research’. Plus $100bn of our money will be given to some of the most venal, corrupt and incompetent (Third World) rulers on earth, carbon traders are becoming massively rich through fraud and British steelmakers are being sacked because their employer makes more money by closing steel plants and selling carbon credits than from making steel.  Another New Labour farce that hurts ordinary people while our arrogant, self-righteous politicians fill their pockets with our cash. Consider yourself well and truly fleeced.