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Thursday, May 8, 2014

Fucking Wannabe Politicians ....!


    They seriously fucking disgust me!

We have the local elections coming up again, here. Now, I've been here long enough now that I'm getting a bit of fucking experience behind me. I'm starting to see shit for what it is.

  The best one, to date, was the FF chick. She's cottoned onto the fact that I've not heard of her own hobby horse, this 'Property Insulation' scheme.

  So, there she is, at my gate, telling me she can get my cottage insulated, for free. They'll pump stuff into my cavity walls and put fibre glass in my roof space.

  Oh yeah?! Great! And, just how are they gonna manage that when my walls are solid, eighteen inches of stones and fucking mortar??? And, fibre glass in my roof space? 

What, so like; Ye'll rip out all the tons of century old juncus rush  that's served this place fine, for a fucking century and roll down a few inches of itchy shit? Just fuck off!!!

  Then, the 'best' bit. The local builder who's brought her to me is murmuring, out the side of his mouth; " When she sends ye the forms, just bring them to me. "

  Jobs For The Boys! Cronieism In Action! Right there at my gate!!! Un Fucking Believable!

  Want the punch line though? Almost two weeks later, this form comes through. I take a cursory glance at it. The condition, under which I might have qualified for fibre glass, is that I be in receipt of Fuel Allowance!

  What?!? Just how fucking out of touch Are these people, who crawl out of the wood work to grab my hand and thrust a brochure at me, every so many years?!

  FG, the Other lot, got in last time. They promptly did away with just about every bit of fucking help we ~ the Officially Bread Liners ~ get. Including Fuel! 

  My electric bill had Always been a fiver in credit. My most recent one was €60.00+!!! And that's just for light and microwaving my single meal of the day!

  I barely even register the existence of my washing machine or shower any more. They're meaningless to me. I can't possibly afford to go near them, thanks to cunting fucking Enda and his FG!!!   

  Yeah; I stink. I dress in rags. I'm fucking Hungry! One lot have done this to me. The other lot are completely un fucking aware!!!

  Just had Enda's local boy at the gate now. Pesticle greeted them at the gate. Head thrust through it, looking for a lick. " Oh! She's a powerful looking Dog alright! Is she breeding for ye? "

  I've just looked at this cunt in utter incredulity. Managed to force out, through gritted gums;  " I don't Breed fucking Dogs!!! " 

  And, before I could even draw breath to mention that All my Dogs are fucking Rescues. That I try to save the 'Surplus' created by cunts breeding Dogs for a fast buck;

  Never mind getting into an in his fucking face screaming session, about the Hundreds and fucking Hundreds His shower of cunts were helping themselves to, out of my bank account and standard of living, including the over night, virtual doubling of fucking Dog Licenses, the moment they got in, along with stripping us of our other extra slices of bread  ....?

  There's the fucking brochure. And a swift wink as he obviously assumes My vote for Him is in the fucking bag. And he's gone!

 Fucking Wankers!!! I'm just fucking incandescent!!!
 

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