Tried to pay attention, but I was spending a lot of time moderating on Cover-It -- which is really shit work. Fuck's sake, you cunts, mouse-clicking on random parts of the screen is so fucking 90's, read a usability manual.
Anyway, it was the usual crap: Dave asking a question for which the answer was in the public domain, and Gorgon failing to simply acknowledge the truth of the question, followed by a series of pointless filibustering drivel, planted sucking on the Brownshirt pink pole and the very odd good, pointed question. All of which were answered with the same smarmy, blathering waffle.
Tedious as fuck.
Listen you fucking monocular mentalist mong: the "Q" stands for questions, and you're supposed to answer them.
Cunt.
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I just wish Dave would walk round the end of the despatch box, pick upo the Mace, and bash Snotty's fucking head in with it. The fucktards on the Labour front bench would be too surprised to prevent it, and then too cowardly and shocked to do anything.
Then Dave could turn to the Speaker and suggest he fucking retire a bit sharpish if he didn't want some.
Job done.
The Penguin
Cameron should come to the dispatch box, whip out a ventriloquist's dummy, sit it on the box, legs dangling, and interview it.
Then he should drink a glass of water whilst the dummy answers a question properly. The dummy would storm home.
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