A Conglomeration of Cunts - or why there should be a revolution
Is it just me, or should we line Pall Mall, right up to Buckingham Palace's gates, with the severed heads of Britain's banking industry?
Okay, maybe it's just me, but the thought of walking down Pall Mall drinking in the sight of the severed heads of numerous Giles', or Ruperts, or Edmonds roughly jammed onto sharpened spikes fills me with immense joy.
And I will be leading the procession whilst carrying the head of that bald fucking cunt Howard from those fucking repugnant Halifax adverts. Mark my words, that fucksicle is the first to go come the revolution. Try singing now, motherfucker.
These fucking cocksuckers built an edifice of greed on shifting sands (paying themselves a lot of bonuses in the process, despite the fact that these bonuses were built upon lies) and then watched blank-eyed when the whole structure came tumbling down.
However, will they pay for their mistakes?
No. They will not.
The government has bailed them out using our money, and lots of it. So we have bailed out these useless motherfuckers with money better spent on educating children or cleaning up areas of hideous deprivation. And the irony is that we still have to pay back our debts despite the fact that our money is being used to pay back theirs.
I wouldn't mind so much if several billion pounds of the bail-out money wasn't being spent on yet more bonuses for these ballsucking fucks. That's right, despite many of these organisations being mostly government owned, they are still planning to give themselves nice fat bonuses. The government claims there will be a brain drain of our best talent if they aren't paid the bonuses they expect.
Well, at least, we know the government is well and truly in charge of the situation. Way to show your power there Gordon, you spineless, toadying, gaping-mouthed, world-saving fuck.
Now we have the power, why don't we tell the banks to go fuck themselves?
In my business, if the company has a bad year then we all have a bad year - no pay rises, no bonuses, nada, zip, fuck and all...
The notion of special folk receiving bonuses because they did well would be thrown out as the nonsense it actually is.
"Oh, you did well this year, did you? So what. Fuck you. And if you don't like it then go and talk to the idiots you work with - you know, the ones who couldn't turn a profit. Now close the door on your way out, cunt," is probably something like how the conversation would pan out if I ever asked for a pay rise during a bad year.
And what is this nonsense about brain drain? What makes this government so arrogantly assume that any other country in the world would be so keen to poach the mongoloids who helped fuck-knuckle our economy into the dust?
Why not test their resolve by saying: "Okay, Rupert, if you don't like your lack of pay-rise then there's the door. Good luck on getting a job on the same salary in this recession that you helped create. Try putting that on your CV, fucko. Now close it on your way out."
Of course, Gordon would never dare do such a thing.
After all, he helped create the current financial climate, by arse kissing the very people who have now turned around and brutally butt-fucked him, and will continue to do so until they are taken to task.
We live in a country that nowadays maufactures very little, that sold off all its gold reserves at the very bottom of the market (nice one, Gord), that shafted many of Labour's own 'hardworking families' out of their pension money, that is throwing even more money at an Olympics that is bound to be a disaster.
How does a country bounce back when it has no products to trade or gold to sell and its own currency is now becoming about as valuable as toilet paper (without the velvety softness required to be even much use for the task of wiping your arse)?
Welcome to Britain. We are in a recession that will be long and deep and hard. And we will all feel the pain. Except for the cocksuckers clammering for their bonuses.
But, wait, maybe the fall of the banks is a good thing...
No more money for those fucking Halifax adverts.
Fuck it, bring on another crash now. It's worth it so I never have to watch another one of those fucking adverts ever again
Okay, maybe it's just me, but the thought of walking down Pall Mall drinking in the sight of the severed heads of numerous Giles', or Ruperts, or Edmonds roughly jammed onto sharpened spikes fills me with immense joy.
And I will be leading the procession whilst carrying the head of that bald fucking cunt Howard from those fucking repugnant Halifax adverts. Mark my words, that fucksicle is the first to go come the revolution. Try singing now, motherfucker.
These fucking cocksuckers built an edifice of greed on shifting sands (paying themselves a lot of bonuses in the process, despite the fact that these bonuses were built upon lies) and then watched blank-eyed when the whole structure came tumbling down.
However, will they pay for their mistakes?
No. They will not.
The government has bailed them out using our money, and lots of it. So we have bailed out these useless motherfuckers with money better spent on educating children or cleaning up areas of hideous deprivation. And the irony is that we still have to pay back our debts despite the fact that our money is being used to pay back theirs.
I wouldn't mind so much if several billion pounds of the bail-out money wasn't being spent on yet more bonuses for these ballsucking fucks. That's right, despite many of these organisations being mostly government owned, they are still planning to give themselves nice fat bonuses. The government claims there will be a brain drain of our best talent if they aren't paid the bonuses they expect.
Well, at least, we know the government is well and truly in charge of the situation. Way to show your power there Gordon, you spineless, toadying, gaping-mouthed, world-saving fuck.
Now we have the power, why don't we tell the banks to go fuck themselves?
In my business, if the company has a bad year then we all have a bad year - no pay rises, no bonuses, nada, zip, fuck and all...
The notion of special folk receiving bonuses because they did well would be thrown out as the nonsense it actually is.
"Oh, you did well this year, did you? So what. Fuck you. And if you don't like it then go and talk to the idiots you work with - you know, the ones who couldn't turn a profit. Now close the door on your way out, cunt," is probably something like how the conversation would pan out if I ever asked for a pay rise during a bad year.
And what is this nonsense about brain drain? What makes this government so arrogantly assume that any other country in the world would be so keen to poach the mongoloids who helped fuck-knuckle our economy into the dust?
Why not test their resolve by saying: "Okay, Rupert, if you don't like your lack of pay-rise then there's the door. Good luck on getting a job on the same salary in this recession that you helped create. Try putting that on your CV, fucko. Now close it on your way out."
Of course, Gordon would never dare do such a thing.
After all, he helped create the current financial climate, by arse kissing the very people who have now turned around and brutally butt-fucked him, and will continue to do so until they are taken to task.
We live in a country that nowadays maufactures very little, that sold off all its gold reserves at the very bottom of the market (nice one, Gord), that shafted many of Labour's own 'hardworking families' out of their pension money, that is throwing even more money at an Olympics that is bound to be a disaster.
How does a country bounce back when it has no products to trade or gold to sell and its own currency is now becoming about as valuable as toilet paper (without the velvety softness required to be even much use for the task of wiping your arse)?
Welcome to Britain. We are in a recession that will be long and deep and hard. And we will all feel the pain. Except for the cocksuckers clammering for their bonuses.
But, wait, maybe the fall of the banks is a good thing...
No more money for those fucking Halifax adverts.
Fuck it, bring on another crash now. It's worth it so I never have to watch another one of those fucking adverts ever again
posted by The Nothing Man at 8.2.09
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